Enter Jeliza-Rose! (Muns can call her 'Jez' for convenience lol)

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

The young girl could feint. Really. Disneyland? She was at Disneyland? How did she get here? What saintly thing had she done to deserve it? Had she died and gone to heaven? It was a frightening and exciting prospect. “J, Jeliza-Rose!” She stumbled, her head snapping from one direction to the other, trying to take in as much of it in as quickly as she could, just in case it was just a dream.

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

She paused her fangirling at that. Quest? Her quest? She softly nibbled on her bottom lip. “…I guess… Oh!“ She grinned in remembrance. “To marry my Captain Dickens, and explore the Hundred Years Ocean with him!” But where was Dickens? Disneyland would sure be a lot more fun with him, she thought.

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

She barely had to think about it before choosing to answer Mickey’s question. “I’d wish for… A four leaf clover for luck! A real, lucky one, of course. Then… The most beautiful wedding dress ever made. And last, a submarine for me and Dickens to explore the ocean in. And it has to have a girl’s name, of course, that’s what you name sea vessels!” She stated knowingly.

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

“…” What kind of Mickey Mouse spoke of revolutions? She tilted her head in confusion. “…I’m… Just a little girl…?” She was startled out of her usual imaginative fancy. A rarity.

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

She smiled again at the easier question. “Milk chocolate.” She told the familiar cat.

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

She was beginning to have a few questions of her own. But if she were any kind of child at all, and she was, she’d be obedient to, at the very least, the great Mickey Mouse. “Pirates, because they hunt for treasure, and brave the seas! Just like my dear sweet Captain~” She drawled in her Southern accent. “And…” She paused to think over the other choices. “Fairies are pretty~ And they have magic. Pirates and fairies!” She concluded.

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?”

Just a plastic doll’s arm. She’d left the train shrapnel behind with her selective memory.

(( Rose be from the novel/movie Tideland. :3 She is being played at the end of the story, but supressing the final events. ))

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[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"Looking forward to your wedding day?" James says, smiling as he heads towards the entrance. He had expected a little girl, and is somewhat pleased to see that he was right. "Looks like you've got some way to go before then though, hm?"

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

First Mickey Mouse, now another living person? Things were getting very weird. Weird, but pleasant. She was quiet for a moment, then, "You can get married when your fourteen in Texas..." She giggled lightly.

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"Really?" said James. "Well, in Britain you have to be sixteen, but if you're under eighteen your parents need to say it's okay. How old are you then, Rose, was it?"

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

"Jeliza-Rose!" She corrected eagerly. "And I'm nine years old. What's your name? You came a long way to go to Disneyland. Is this really Disneyland?" She added in a whisper, admittedly a bit skeptical, but also scared to doubt it into nonexistance. But didn't Disneyland have more people? And, well, didn't you have to pay to get in? And consciously make a decision to go? Darn, thinking like an adult wasn't any fun...

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"James Potter," said James, extending his hand to her. "And really, nine-years-old? You would've had to come a long way to get from Texas to California too, wouldn't have you?" He frowned when she asked if it was really Disneyland. "Well," he said. "It's like Disneyland. Kind of like a copy of it, where it's not as crowded, it's for free, and you get to live here."

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Jeliza really hated that it sounded so good. It sounded too good. "So... What's the catch?" Anthrax in the food? You have to dress up and sing on Small World?

[demoted-again.livejournal.com]

Alright, so Gumshoe wasn't really doing anything in particular besides wandering around, but then he heard the familiar questions asked by the cat and mouse that he had to answer himself only a couple of days ago. Feeling the need to meet more people, he curiously wandered over to the girl with a smile on his face and a, "Hey, pal! Nice to meet you!" spouting out of his mouth, quite automatically.

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Her eyes shifted from James to the new man at the sound of his greeting. "Hi, uh, pal." She answered, a little awkwardly, looking him over. This new man looked tough. Maybe even tough enough to boss around Dell. Her imagination came up with a little scene, of the big tough-looking stranger in front of her, dressed like a old world navyman, directing the snivelling, bulbous Dell into carrying in her own groceries for once, instead of yelling at poor Dickens to do it. She burst into a short giggle, then promptly covered her mouth to snuffle it.

[demoted-again.livejournal.com]

Gumshoe blinked when she replied, using "pal" in the same way he did. He didn't run into too many people like that...maybe she was making fun of him?
Though the man was great in body mass and could very well be an intimidating figure when he wanted to be, he slouched over slightly when the young girl giggled. She was making fun of him, wasn't she?
Looking geniunely hurt, he mumbled, "What's so funny...?"

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Well, she was a nine year old girl. Sensitivity and tact wasn't her strong points, though mimicry and imagination certainly were. "Oh," She became aware that Dell wasn't really there suddenly, just the big man again, who didn't look as amused at her, either. "Um... You just, reminds me of something. Someone." She rubbed the back of her head as a little embarrassed flush crossed her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I know it's not nice to laugh, but it, just came out." Actually, with how easily he'd gotten hurt, maybe Dell would have whipped him around too...

[demoted-again.livejournal.com]

A faint smile appeared on his face, then. It didn't matter what happened, he was sure he couldn't stay mad at her for too long--he couldn't seem to stay mad at anybody for too long, in fact.

"So...you're new, too, pal? I just got here myself a couple of days ago," he said, turning his head slightly.

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

"Guess I am..." She nodded slowly, "...How many people are here?" She asked him, taking the strange situation in. Strange, but believable, at least for her. She was used to believing at least six impossible things before breakfast. "And, are there any other children?" She added quickly after, grinning in excitement at the thought of new playmates. Even if she still hoped Dickens would show up, too.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

((OOC - Hey, do you mind putting your application behind an LJ cut? It just keeps the comm neater. Oh, and we are kind of sticklers for detail around here sometimes, so please double check that you're using the word you mean and closing your quotation marks - things like that. Thanks!))

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

(( Ah, sorry ^^; I didn't think it was too long. My bad. XD ))

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

This girl worried Susan. Childhood fantasy was something with which she was well-acquainted, but there was something ... odd about this girl. She couldn't put her finger on it.

"Jeliza-Rose? My name is Susan."

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Jeliza's eyes went now to the new lady. With her experiences, women now made Rose a tad uneasy. Not a one of them ever turned out to be nice at all, though this one had yet to be mean, so she politely returned, "Hello..."

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Has anyone explained to you where you are yet?" Susan asked. It seemed like as good a place to start as any.

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Rather straightforward, wasn't she? Honestly, it was a little off-putting for Rose. The woman wasn't rude, but seriousness was an alarming symptom as well. She nodded meekly, beginning a prayer in her head that went along the lines of, Dear God, please don't let there be any crazy, bossy ladies in Almost-Disneyland...

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Do you have any more questions?" Susan's voice was gentler now, having assessed the girl's reaction, and deciding that a lighter touch was needed.

She wondered where she'd find a place for the girl to stay. The First Aid Station was already full...

[lil-channeler.livejournal.com]

Having heard a child's voice on the intercom, Pearl went down to the entrance plaza to find Susan already there. Slightly shy, she half stood behind the woman's skirts before addressing the other girl.

"Hi, I'm Pearl and I'm eight years old." She looked up. "Is this another friend for us, Miss Susan?"

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Ha-hi," Mickey giggled at her.

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

"Mickey!" She squealed as the mouse reappeared. She'd wanted to talk to him, but he'd distracted her with all the questions. Remembering her old Disneyland video, she recalled all the kids who would hug the mouse. She assumed that was his customary hello, and so she shamelessly threw her arms around him. "I'm Jeliza-Rose! I've always wanted to meet you!" She told him excitedly. "Is Minnie and Goofy and Donald and everybody else here too?" She asked, looking around as if she might have missed them.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

Mickey looked faintly surprised. Not that Jeliza-Rose hugged him - no, that was a completely natural impulse - more that no one else had to this point. Him being two-dimensional and about three feet tall might have had something to do with it.

"Hi, Jeliza-Rose! Nope, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy aren't here. A buncha other fun folks are, though. How'd you like to live in Fantasyland so you can meet 'em all?"

[unclouded-rose.livejournal.com]

Ah, but Jeliza-Rose never let simple things like the laws of physics or reality stop her. Her believing more than six impossible things before breakfast every day might have something to do with that.

"Fantasyland...~?" She rolled her eyes up briefly, as if about to swoon. "Why that sounds romantic~ Are there any charming princes?" She asked, almost as eagerly as about the rides.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"There are six!" Mickey exclaimed. Of course, all the men in Fantasyland were princes and all the women princesses.