Party in Fantasyland! (Open to All)

[caycep]

The loading area and deck in front of It's a Small World had been transformed. Two large tables had been set up, one bearing the music equipment that Cayce had lugged over from Tomorrowland, the other marked out for food and drink. Another food table was set up at the shop.

Various other places in the vicinity had been marked out as well: a wide space for a dance floor; another wide space with a sign RESERVED FOR STARBUCK posted; a grassy area marked RESERVED FOR M. BEAUFORT; and the loading area was marked RESERVED FOR KIRA AND SETSUNA. Over the walk up to the ride, Cayce had hung a large hand-lettered banner that read:

IT'S A SMALL UNIVERSE (ALL OF THEM)

She'd raided every shop in the park for decorations, and pillars and eaves were festooned with Disneyfied representations of various cultures; there was some Mulan merchandise here, a few items ganked from the Indiana Jones Adventure there. Cayce herself felt, somewhat ruefully, that she wasn't capable of being much more than a representation of early 21st-century urban America, so she wore the dress Crowley had given her. Anyone who was expecting her to do a reprise of the bikini business would be sadly disappointed.

~

After Cayce felt that a critical mass of crowd had been achieved, she went to the music system and turned on the microphone.

"Hi there, everyone. It's good to see you here, and thanks for playing along with my silly party idea. It's kind of a squishy liberal American thing to say—see, I'm representing my culture now—but can I just say that it's great to see the diversity here, and to see everyone taking pride in where they come from. So, thanks. Especially to Psyche, for letting us tromp all over her home and for keeping the music under control; to Crowley as always for the booze; and to everyone who brought something to share." She started to put the mic down, then remembered: "Oh, and thank you to Kira and Setsuna, who will be starting a limbo contest shortly." She grinned. "So if you think you're up for it, see how low you can go." A self-deprecating laugh at the cheesiness of what she'd just said. "Thanks again for coming, and have fun."

((Party time! Talk amongst yourselves, hassle Cayce, get drunk and ride through It's a Small World (not recommended), and otherwise have fun. Feel free to set your post before or after Cayce's little speech.))

((ETA: Here's the limbo thread!))

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[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa had been minding his own business for nigh too long now. His reasoning? He had found something else to do. Since arriving at the Park he had been a very bored and very sober pirate, and no good came from being a newly de-cursed, sober and bored pirate. Besides, for some strange reason he was in a sharing kind of mood... or was as gracious as the captain could be on a good day.

It was a little after Cayce's speech when Barbossa strolled on down to this "international diversity festival...gathering...whatever", rolling a rather large, rather creaky, sealed and quite-obviously-converted wooden rubbish barrel. Rum had been his aim for the past few weeks. Pirates and other men of ill-repute often picked up how to brew themselves a little moonshine, and Barbossa in particular knew that if you fermented molasses or sugar cane long enough...jackpot.

He rolled the barrel to a stop and lifted it upright, something obviously sloshing around inside. "Aye, missy!" he yelled, trying to get Cayce's attention. "Missy!"

[caycep]

At the sound of her name, Cayce looked up. A barrel. The pirate was lugging a barrel.

That could only mean one thing: that in the homebrew sweepstakes, Crichton and Jackson's Disneyland Special now had competition.

That couldn't be good.

Still, a gift was a gift, and maybe she could at least quietly warn people about it ... "Hello, Captain. That what I think it is?"

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

Jenny headed straight for the drink table, grabbed herself a bottle of beer, and polished it off straight away. She wasn't quite sure what to think of the diversity theme, though she supposed it had its heart in the right place, but diverse alcohol was another story. Jenny decided she ought to contribute, so she found a large sheet of paper and some blue and red markers, wrote

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Up, England," said Crowley dryly after witnessing her preparations. He himself was holding a chilled martini.

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

((after crowley's gone, or whatever))

Bernard heard there was alcohol at this party. Alcohol! He decided he had to attend, after far too long of sitting around burning holes in dwarves, it was time for a drink. He sauntered up, past Jenny's attempt at a pub, trying not to snicker.

A passing idea flickering through his head, he stomped off to find some more paper and pens, then sat himself right next to Jenny's spot, scribbling '', then adding a subtitle of 'I am not your bloody leprechaun.'

He nodded, quite impressed, then dashed off again to find anything vaguely Irish. He ended up with a potato. He drew a smiley face on it and sat it next to his sign. Then he turned to Jenny, "I hope you're not planning on invading any time soon. Tell me if you spot any Guinness, as my potato's looking a tad forlorn."

[oui-ministre.livejournal.com]

Jean-Etienne had gone to more trouble than he imagined he would, if only in an effort to impress someone. He arrived early on, large blanket thrown over his shoulder, which looked, he thought, frankly ridiculous in his suit, but never mind. After spreading it out in his space, he left, to return several minutes later with bottles of wine (admittedly taken from the drinks table, but he was planning on sharing) and what he'd considered the closest to 'French' food avaliable. There was cheese and cakes, mainly, as it was quite difficult to find snails, and his cooking was not particuarly up to scratch.

He then stuck his small homemade paper Tricolour-on-a-stick in the grass in front of the blanket and set up his own little sign, reading, 'La (Premier/3eme) Republique Française - Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité. A Bastille Day picnic - We have wine, cheese and cake.' Because that was all his country was about... The thing was, most of the other things he considered decidedly French were unavaliable, or amorphous concepts anyway. He threw his jacket down on the grass and opened the wine. Hopefully Marguerite or Tamaki (not that he'd recognise him) would be along shortly.

[adore-therockin.livejournal.com]

Marguerite had spent sometime doing what she could to get some things together. She had been able to scrape enough fabric together for a large tri-color flag and matching sash around the waist of her dress. She had seen in some of the shops pictures (which still amazed her) of people with bright colored fabric and things in their hair unlike she'd seen before. So she spent sometime in the mirror making red little strips and braiding them in. After some thought she decided she should show some pride for England too. After all, she spent her school days there and lived there now. So she took little strips of sparkly white fabric and made little X's that held the braids together.

She had also made French bread, her mother had taught her how sometime ago and she'd been practicing. So she brought those along with her as well. "Bonjour!" She smiled cheerfully at Jean-Etienne as she approached, hanging up the impromptu banner and placing the basket of French bread down. "How is everything?" She asked taking a seat near him.

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

Setsuna had winced a bit at Kira's yelling, but smiled after and asked, "So...we're Japanese pretending to be Hawaiian?" He too was wearing a lei, but while they were setting up the limbo bar, he eyed the pineapple cake.

[a-good-man.livejournal.com]

Daniel arrived wrapped in his best sheet-and-blanket approximation of the (http://www.stargatefan.com/episodes6/0622/images/096.jpg)* robes (http://www.stargatefan.com/episodes6/0622/images/110.jpg) he'd worn on Abydos (http://www.stargatefan.com/episodes6/0622/images/097.jpg). Better than that, though, was the food he'd managed to procure. The Doctor had happily provided him with a quail he 'just happened to have sitting in the back of the fridge', some figs, and some barley Daniel'd found in the back of the Time Lord's pantry. Best of all, he'd had some clay pots that, while they probably weren't really intended for cooking, would fit the bill none the less.

He set up early, and made a small fire pit off to one side, sort-of near the food tables, into which he had set two large clay pots, one with a lid on it, the other filled with a bubling stew that smelled of cumin, coriander, onion and garlic. He sat on a rock, stirring it occasionally with a wooden spoon, and people watching.

*please ignore the black-robed guy. SG-1 stole the idea from Star Wars

[caycep]

"That smells fantastic," Cayce said, wandering up with a still-very-full cup of Barbossa's rum in her hand. She sized up the robes. Sort of Bedouin-looking. "So is your adoptive culture a desert culture?"

((Does he shoot lightning from his fingertips too? ^_^))

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

The best way to get Setsuna interested in anything was either games or food. Daniel had the latter, so it was only a matter of time until Setsuna wandered up looking wide-eyed at what was being stirred, lured in further by the aroma.

"...what's that? I mean, it looks like a soup," someone didn't know what stews were on a personal level, "but smells like no soup I've had."

[seafoamrisen.livejournal.com]

"And what have we here?"

[philosopher-rex.livejournal.com]

T-Rex arrived, apparently in his own sweet time. "As part of my dinosaur culture, I am going to STOMP something!" he announced loudly, and proceeded scanning the festivities for something -- or someone -- to stop.

"I can also, as part of my dinosaur culture, do my impression of a universe where everyone is a bad Elvis impersonator! Would anyone like to see my impression?"

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Franziska arrived carrying a tray laden with sausages, cheeses, sauerkraut, and other things that had been pretty difficult to find in the park.

She glared at the dinosaur. "Your foolish impressions are the height of foolery, foolish lizard! Now move, as you're standing on the site of my far superior German cultural presentation."

[elle-sparks.livejournal.com]

Elle decided to wander over and check out the party. Not that she had much to add, considering her upbringing.

[fighthepowa.livejournal.com]

Kamina had never heard of written language until he came to the surface, and with all the giant robots to fight, hadn't bothered to learn to read since he got there. So, the first time he heard of Cayce's cultural festival was from her speech. He ran to the nearest planter and grabbed some dirt, which he spread on the ground to represent dirt. He drew his flag (http://randomc.animeblogger.net/image/Gurren%20Lagann/Gurren%20Lagann%20-%2023%20-%20Large%2035.jpg) on a piece of paper. He also drew a picture of his ganmen, Gurren Lagann beating up some beastmen. "All I need is some mole-pigs..." Kamina mumbled.

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Franziska sneered at this foolish presentation.

"Your foolish flag and drawings are so inferior to my Germany presentation I may as well crush it beneath my heels," she said by way of greeting.

Starbuck's Pyramid Training Thread

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Starbuck arrived a little while after things had gotten started and was more than amused to find that she had a reserved section all to her special self. She had dragged the pyramid goal panel over along with the ball, figuring she could give people an idea of the game without setting up a full court.

And then she stood around in her little area, shooting the ball from different angles and waiting until someone got interested.

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

The pyramid thing and Starbuck shooting the ball gained a wide-eyed look of absolute interest from Orihime as she wandered over and asked, "Oooo, where are you from?"

The real party is in this thread, fools

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Franziska looked around haughtily at all the lackluster cultural presentations. She cleared off a space for her booth next to the dance floor, and placed her tray of delicious German food as well as some German beers she'd managed to find from Cayce's collection on the table.

Next to the table, she raised a German flag she'd had Edgeworth construct for her, and set up a very professional looking sign that said in large letters "G

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

((*dies*))

"..."

Una lit a cigarette and studied this display, her expression carefully blank.

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

Rukia had taken it upon herself to create the banner, given that Orihime had prepared the sushi, sewn the kimonos and was searching diligently for sake. Of course, Rukia was also trying to divide her time between watching the booth and watching Orihime.

Japan's booth had green tea and sushi spread out over the table, as well as a book on Japanese history, and sheets with hirigana, kanji and romanized Japanese translators on them. Rukia's katana was also prominently displayed with a sign saying PLEASE DON'T TOUCH.

The banner itself was quite a sight -- "JAPAN" was written in large red letters, and below that, two teddy bear-rabbit things (http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w106/Konchan/rukia25.jpg) were drinking tea and wearing kimonos. It was a rather stereotyped portrayal, Rukia knew, but it was something the others would understand, and even Rukia's understanding of modern Japanese culture was limited. Below it hung a second banner -- one made to look like the national Japanese flag.

[yourshadowking.livejournal.com]

Kyouya approached the Japan booth, dutifully wearing the yukata Orihime had sewn for him. He raised an eyebrow at Rukia's 'drawings,' but didn't comment.

"It looks good," he told her, instead.

[redo-fromstart.livejournal.com]

Ponder was getting very frustrated with none of his magical calculations working so far. He needed Hex to at least give him a clue about what was going on here. All his theories so far had got him nowhere, and part of him was determined to show the Doctor that they did need a wizard's touch.

However, a break wouldn't do much harm, would it? And apparently, there was a party going off. So, in due course, he arrived, hands in robe pockets, trying to figure out what he could do here. After stealing bits of free food off lots of people in true wizard style, he decided to join in the 'promote your own culture' theme. Then he realised that meant he had to come up with something about Ankh-Morpork to show off to all these people.

So, with the sort of cynical civic pride only open to Ankh-Morporkians and the British, he got himself a sign and wrote on it, with several amendments as he went:

'Ankh-Morpork!

Anyone curious about what it's like to live on a disc, in Ankh-Morpork, in the Unseen University, feel free to ask questions.

Any Ankh-Morporkians who can come up with a positive aspect of our city that we can recreate here, HELP ME.

Positive does not include Mr Dibbler's hot sausages. Which are probably positive for a lot of things, but not generally positive.'

It was rambling and exact. That was basically Ponder's style. He sat next to his sign in the sun, making notes on his clipboard about what the other worlds were like from what he'd seen so far.

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

Psyche couldn't help laughing at the sign. "Should I ask about the sausages?"

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Well, Ellie had a culture. There was even another citizen of sorts hanging around the park, though he'd apparently chickened out and gone with the England motif. Not that she could blame him. Somehow she didn't think a presentation consisting of artfully strung entrails, magma fissures oozing sulphurous gas, and the voices of the damned raised in shrieking million-part harmony would go over very well when there were scones and beer to be had.

Still, seeing everybody there and having fun with their little displays made her feel distinctly left out. The more so since, strange as it might seem to anyone who hadn't actually been born there (or spawned, created, whatever,) she actually missed Hell sometimes.

So while Cayce was at the microphone, distracting everyone with her welcome speech, there was a flutter of movement in an out-of-the-way corner of the party area. The next person who looked that way would see sitting, unlabeled and all by itself, a potted plant topped with a single large flower.

On closer inspection, the petals of the flower weren't petals at all, but delicate ribbons of flame, blue-white toward the center and shading through the spectrum to yellow at the tips. It radiated a fierce heat; strong enough, she figured, to warn anyone off before they burned themselves.

The gardens of the succubae were filled with such plants, but this was the only one hardy enough to survive Earth's environment, even briefly. The California heat would keep it alive, at least until the sun went down.

Ellie didn't stick around to answer questions, but wandered off into the crowd to find a drink.