open RP: The Time Lords' Christmas Gift to the Park

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

One evening, shortly after sunset the TARDIS materialized suddenly beside the statue of Walt Disney in the center of the park. A moment later a tousled head popped out and glanced around in all directions. Then it disappeared back behind the blue wooden doors, although one remained slightly open. There was no one around to hear the voices within drifting out into the warm yet snowy darkness.

( It’s all clear. )

((Feel free to marvel from afar, thread amongst yourselves, come up and bug the Time Lords, or whatever! We might take a little bit getting back to you, as Master-mun may not have interwebs much in the next few days, but we will.

Application for Reborn

[mafiosossu.livejournal.com]

Hardly odd for this Disneyland, a baby in a fancy suit. One year old or thereabouts, a nice black three-piece with a dark red collared shirt. No tie, preferring instead the yellow pacifier hung around his neck (well, he was one year old, after all). A black fedora, matching his suit, with a large orange band around it, to offset--and a green lizard, perched on the brim, looking around with more curiosity than the small child, if no more real surprise.

He notices the two animal figures, then, and still no registering of surprise, as if he deals with far stranger. "Ciaossu," he greets instead, politely.

( Usually when this sort of transport-somewhere-else happens, it's to Lambo or I-Pin... )

((Application for Reborn, from the manga Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or, over here, just known as Reborn! Yes, the exclamation point is part of the title. And yes, Reborn himself is a small little one-year-old mafioso assassin baby. Permission will be asked before I do anything godmoddy with him. He is being pulled near the current point in his canon, at the end of 174, after their big dinner and before the surprise Millefiore attack.))

Christmas Morning - Azi's Gift to All

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

mood: joyful

On Christmas morning (or he thought it was Christmas day; there was no foolproof way to be sure,) Aziraphale rose early. First he took care of the household matters--a long, slender box with Crowley's name on it beneath the tree, and two stockings by the fireplace, one black and one red and green tartan.

( Then he went out to the balcony of Club 33 one more time with Cayce's census list in hand... )

((Everybody feel free to make up your own gift or totally ignore the whole thing XD))