LOL GO, PLANET
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"By your powers combined, I am....wait, what?"
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Captain Planet looks around, a grin on his face. Ahaaa...these guys were funny. He was going to go along with this, it sounded like fun.
"Well, I'm Captain Planet. I like long walks on the beach, and..."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"My quest? To save the environment, and aid the Planeteers in their quest to improve state of the environment..." though now that he thought of it, looking around, he didn't see much...damage here. Something looked a little odd about that sky, though.
"'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?"
"Well, I really wish that Verminous Skumm would take a bath, but I'm also slightly afraid to see what that would do to our water," Planet laughs, scratching his head. "Seriously, I don't know what I'd wish for besides for people to just care a little bit and at least use flourescent lightbulbs--it'd also help if trash went in the...y'know, trash bin. Though I think Hoggish Greedly is hogging all the space in them at this time."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"Skills? Gee, I don't know if I really have any of those...I can do this, though!" and he turns and zaps some snow with his hand, melting it into a large puddle before blowing on it to freeze it into solid ice. And now that he thought of it, that was probably a bit of a health hazard, so repeating the process and adding a bit of windpower, he directs his attention to creating an ice sculpture of a giant heart instead.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Still sculpting his iced heart, he calls to the cat, "Oooh, white, please! But I'll take either, really--I don't like being a chocolate racist..."
"'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.'"
He steps back from the giant block of ice now. He admires his work for a moment or two before turning back to the large cat and mouse and answers, "Definitely not robots, unless they helped plant trees. I think humans and monkeys work well together when picking up garbage and recycling, anyway."
"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?'"
Captain Planet laughs while he watches the mouse flip through the pages. He's tempted to do it himself, but alas, he has no book to do so with. He tilts his head to the side and smiles at the final question, saying, "No, though I would argue that I'm a pretty sharp dresser." and with that, he puts his hands on his hips and shows off his flashy outfit...which isn't much different from his usual shorts, boots, and half-shirt.
But somehow? This was seeming like less of a joke, no matter how more ridiculous it was becoming...
((And this, ladies and gentlemen, is Captain Planet, taken from...err...Captain Planet and the Planeteers, anyway. 'SUP?))
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Captain Planet looks around, a grin on his face. Ahaaa...these guys were funny. He was going to go along with this, it sounded like fun.
"Well, I'm Captain Planet. I like long walks on the beach, and..."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"My quest? To save the environment, and aid the Planeteers in their quest to improve state of the environment..." though now that he thought of it, looking around, he didn't see much...damage here. Something looked a little odd about that sky, though.
"'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?"
"Well, I really wish that Verminous Skumm would take a bath, but I'm also slightly afraid to see what that would do to our water," Planet laughs, scratching his head. "Seriously, I don't know what I'd wish for besides for people to just care a little bit and at least use flourescent lightbulbs--it'd also help if trash went in the...y'know, trash bin. Though I think Hoggish Greedly is hogging all the space in them at this time."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"Skills? Gee, I don't know if I really have any of those...I can do this, though!" and he turns and zaps some snow with his hand, melting it into a large puddle before blowing on it to freeze it into solid ice. And now that he thought of it, that was probably a bit of a health hazard, so repeating the process and adding a bit of windpower, he directs his attention to creating an ice sculpture of a giant heart instead.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Still sculpting his iced heart, he calls to the cat, "Oooh, white, please! But I'll take either, really--I don't like being a chocolate racist..."
"'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.'"
He steps back from the giant block of ice now. He admires his work for a moment or two before turning back to the large cat and mouse and answers, "Definitely not robots, unless they helped plant trees. I think humans and monkeys work well together when picking up garbage and recycling, anyway."
"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?'"
Captain Planet laughs while he watches the mouse flip through the pages. He's tempted to do it himself, but alas, he has no book to do so with. He tilts his head to the side and smiles at the final question, saying, "No, though I would argue that I'm a pretty sharp dresser." and with that, he puts his hands on his hips and shows off his flashy outfit...which isn't much different from his usual shorts, boots, and half-shirt.
But somehow? This was seeming like less of a joke, no matter how more ridiculous it was becoming...
((And this, ladies and gentlemen, is Captain Planet, taken from...err...Captain Planet and the Planeteers, anyway. 'SUP?))
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Date: 2007-12-21 08:40 pm (UTC)Katou didn't know what to say, besides stare dumbfoundedly. Knowing Virgil was from Batman's world, was one thing. Hell, even having Batman show up would be one thing. But this was Captain Planet.
"Uh..." he said, standing at the entrance way. "Hi."
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Date: 2007-12-22 04:00 am (UTC)"Hi, there! You, uh...wouldn't happen to know....where I am, would you?" he then gave a wink, "or if this is some kind of a prank?"
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Date: 2007-12-21 09:17 pm (UTC)And stared some more.
"Okay, this is just too weird, even for Creepy-Ass-Fake-Disneyland."
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Date: 2007-12-22 04:03 am (UTC)And he, too, stared some more.
"Creepy-Ass-Fake-Disneyland, huh? So what happens if I wanted to look for the Fake-Disneyland?" he asked, quite obviously amused.
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:07 am (UTC)"Look around, Cap'n. You're in Fake-Disneyland."
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Date: 2007-12-22 01:18 pm (UTC)"But...I could have sworn you said this was the 'Creepy-Ass-Fake-Disneyland'...are you sure you're in the right place?"
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Date: 2007-12-21 11:39 pm (UTC)"Err...are you for real?" Honestly. Captain Planet? Spouting save the world crap at them? This wasn't some Disneyland joke?
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Date: 2007-12-22 04:09 am (UTC)Though smirking a little, and patting himself all over, he replied, "Well, I think I'm real. This isn't one of those quantum physics tests, is it? You know those ones where something only exists because you believe it's there?"
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:16 am (UTC)"Look, don't bother with the save the Earth stuff here. We still haven't figured out how this place runs and that...it just.... Forget it." This was a lost cause, wasn't it?
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Date: 2007-12-22 01:24 pm (UTC)Peculiar!
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Date: 2007-12-22 01:00 am (UTC)Obviously it was time to get over that, especially if he wanted to begin putting plans into motion. But Kyouya was beginning to suspect he'd chosen the wrong place to start if he wanted to ease into the idea of impossible notions.
"Captain Planet," he said simply, staring at the man.
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Date: 2007-12-22 04:15 am (UTC)He wasn't actually sure if he had met Kyouya before, but it could be possible, right? Planet's contact list was quite an amazing thing, though he thought he got too many calls from unwanted people (no, not the Planeteers).
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Date: 2007-12-22 04:39 am (UTC)He smiled, however, and shrugged a little as he explained, "Heart, in fact, is probably the most important power that my Planeteers, and anyone, has. It's good for people to clean up the environment and all, but things are truly in balance when people care about what they are doing, and show genuine love for themselves, the people around them, and of course, the world they live in. Because remember that when hatred controls people, things are destroyed...and we definitely don't want that!"
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Date: 2007-12-22 09:29 pm (UTC)Fortunately, T-Rex had a solution. "Maybe you should change Heart to Badassery? That way, people can clean up the enivornment while doing extreme skateboard moves and launching bad guys into the moon. I think that would be way more awesome than all this really caring stuff."
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Date: 2007-12-23 12:08 am (UTC)Though he had to admit, "Badassery" sounded pretty interesting, fully equipped with the skateboard moves and whatnot...and he couldn't help but grin when he thought of little Ma-Ti nailing big, ugly Greedly into the moon with a skateboard.
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Date: 2007-12-31 12:07 am (UTC)"Sure. What have you got for me, Mr. Mouse?"
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