dizzy_land | Party in Fantasyland! (Open to All)

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.

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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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"Ocean pirate. Eighteenth-century," fictional, "ocean pirate. Dunno about any loves he had to leave behind, but I'd be willing to bet he's got buried treasure." Or did he? Cayce had forgotten most of the salient details from Pirates of the Caribbean, and the sequels post-dated her hjiacking to pocket-dimension Disneyland. Not that it mattered, insofar as Orihime's attention and imagination went.

Orihime's details were pretty much all off for the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, and even assuming she had seen them, she might still have her own version going.

"British navy, then," Orihime decided, before declaring, "And then another pirate will come along and find his treasure!" Naturally, in her mind, this particular pirate had familiar red hair, and a bountiful bossom barely fitting into her pirate costume.

This glee lasted for all of twenty seconds before Orihime went wide-eyed and cried out, "No, I don't want to be haunted by his ghost!"

Startled, Cayce nearly sporfled the sip of rum she was taking at that moment.

"Wh-what?" This girl didn't make leaps of association; she did associative BASE-jumping.

Well, whatever BASE Orihime was on, it wasn't Earth. Though, Cayce's one word question snapped her out of her daydream, leaving Orihime confused too.

"Huh?" She looked at Barbossa, then back at Cayce. "I think we shouldn't ask him where his treasure is buried, but I will thank him for the rum~!"

She was about to do just that, but stopped short and turned back to ask Cayce, "Do you think anyone here has sake?"

"Yeah, pirates don't generally like to talk about—uh, wait, you might—" Oh, hell; it wasn't like there was that much trouble Orihime could get into here, what with the crowd and everything, and anyway she seemed to be one of those people whose profound innocence protects them against all evil, no matter what the odds. Still, she'd keep an eye on her, and hopefully Rukia would show up too.

"Sake? Um ..." Crud, she'd forgotten to specifically request that of Crowley. "I'll look into it."

"Hello, Cayce," said Rukia, cheerfully. Her hair was pulled into a traditional Japanese updo, and she was wearing a kimono (http://www.afashion.net/images/K-687_big.jpg) Orihime had sewn for her. "How is the party going?"

She smiled when she saw Orihime. "There you are! I was wondering where you'd gotten to."

"Great so far. Thanks! You look fabulous, by the way." She glanced over at Orihime and added, in a low voice, "Orihime discovered the pirate rum. Which is about the strongest alcohol we've got here, so, y'know, keep an eye on her."

Orihime had found the rum...? Oh dear.

"Will do," Rukia said, not wanting to figure out how that was going to end.

"It looks like your party is a success!"

"Looks like," Cayce said cheerfully. "I'm really pleased. Because frankly, while I was putting the decorations up today, I was feeling pretty dorky. But I'm glad everyone seems to have gotten into the spirit of—"

She broke off. "Oh crap. I should've realized the dinosaur would show up."

She started to hurry over so that she could perhaps persuade T-Rex to not do any stomping, but when she saw that Franziska von Karma had gotten involved, she stopped. And seriously considered breaking out some popcorn...

"He's rather ... " Rukia couldn't really think of a word to describe T-Rex. "He certainly makes his presence known. You don't think he'll hurt that girl, do you?" Rukia didn't know Franziska, and as such, couldn't help being worried.

"He's definitely 'rather'," Cayce agreed. "I, uh, I think she can hold her own. I hope so." She watched in silence for a bit and started to snicker. "Wow, they're getting loud. Think it's time to break out the popcorn..."

She looked a little confused, but Orihime still intended to thank the resident pirate as soon as she was done speaking with Cayce. To the sake conversation' Orihime smiled, put her hands together then bowed. "Thank you, Cayce-san. I will appreciate that. It'll go well with my sushi~!"

"Just be careful how much sake you have, Inoue..."

"I don't want to drink it, Kuchiki-san~!" Orihime said with a laugh. "I want it to go with our sushi for the display~!" Speaking of kimonos, Orihime should probably get hers on.

Well, that was all right. And anyway ... "That makes sense," Rukia agreed. "And I don't think it'd hurt you to have some. Just don't, I don't know, down an entire bottle." Not that she really thought Orihime would do something like that.

"I wouldn't do that," Orihime assured Rukia. "I'm going to go get my kimono on now, though~!"

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