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dizzy_landMickey 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. ))
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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Date: 2007-10-29 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-31 05:51 am (UTC)Oh well. She had Dickens, the sea captain. Who needed a prince? "Well, sign me up, Mickey!" She grinned. Her husband was probably better than all those princes anyways.
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Date: 2007-10-31 06:19 pm (UTC)((And if you'll put your contact info here (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_backstage/1307.html) you'll be all set to go inside and start playing. :D))