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.

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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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[caycep]

"Well, if anything comes out funny, you can always say 'that's how we do it at home' and no one will be the wiser," Cayce said, smiling. "I'm glad he was willing to help, anyway. Wonder what he'll show up with." Crowley wouldn't be too cheery about the Doctor showing up, but ... oh well, it was an open invitation, and everyone could just deal. (Cayce had reached that point that all party organizers achieve at some point in the evening, where one decides that as long as no brawls are breaking out and no one is vomiting in the punchbowl, it's all good.)

"Oh, by the way," she added, holding up her glass, "you and John have competition in the homebrew business. This here is genuine pirate rum, distilled by a real pirate." Well, real enough, anyway.

[a-good-man.livejournal.com]

"It's how I used to do it at home, anyway," Daniel agreed, amused. "Sha're used to laugh and laugh. It's very humbling to go from a god to the guy who can't even grind his own flour, let me tell you."

"That's great. I'll definitely have to try some. Makes me wish Skara was here; my brother in law. Taught him how to make it- he got to be quite the pro. I bet he'd love to see how someone else does it."

[caycep]

"Well, hang on." Cayce grabbed an empty glass from a nearby table and tipped half of her rum into it. She handed the glass to Daniel. "No way in hell was I going to finish this on my own anyway."

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

"Where's my spangled red, white and blue corner?" a voice shouted a few yards away.

The body attached to said voice emerged closer to Daniel's station a moment later, holding a pan with a small mountain of biscuits piled atop it. Aeryn was in tow with her own assortment of culture-y goodies (and her pulse pistol, of course. Because that applied more to her culture than anything).

"I'm here to support my love of fried chicken, baseball and Lady Liberty, ma'am," John said to Cayce, slipping into that twangy drawl he inherited through honest means from good old-fashioned family ties. "And I come bearing treats, made from a recipe that only the loving Grandma Crichton could supply."

He was sort of proud of himself, in all honesty. He'd tried to make them on board Moya once for a similar kind of get together, only to find that the ship had none of the ingredients he needed (most important one being, you know, flour). So they'd been thrown back at him (literally). This time he'd actually been able to make Aeryn take back the criticism. Which was a special kind of reward in and of itself.

[caycep]

"Hey John. Hey Aeryn. Oh man, those look good," Cayce said. "There's a bit of buffet table that hasn't been taken up by anything yet."

[a-good-man.livejournal.com]

Daniel lifted his glass in John's direction, and greeted Aeryn in Sebacean. It was a fascinating language, and he'd already gotten her to teach him a little of it. She seemed to find his interest no end of amusing, but she was a pretty good teacher. Having had to learn English not that long ago had probably helped.

He took a sip of the rum, and then grinned approvingly.

"Hey John, check it out," he said, offering the cup to him.

[ruined-mylife.livejournal.com]

"Hello Cayce," Aeryn answered her with a smile, and then corrected Daniel's greeting, which he happily repeated back to her with more success. For her own part, Aeryn had brought what John had rather dubiously termed, the first time he'd had them on Moya, "Sebacean okra and other vegetable tangy jerky strips." Having tried both beef jerky and okra on Earth since, she had to disagree with him; both of those foods were rather nasty.

They hadn't been able to find any of the vegetables she'd have normally used in the Doctor's pantry, but he'd had a tangy sort of round vegetable from some planet and a long thin squash from another that they'd both agreed made pretty good substitutes. Braised in vinegar (like pickles!) and a few spices, they'd come out well enough that she'd decided to bring them to Cayce's little gathering. It had also given her a greater sympathy for John's attempts to cook on Moya.

And the biscuits were really good.

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

"Grandma's secret family recipe." He held out the tray to Cayce to let her grab a biscuit if she wanted one, then snagged the cup from Daniel and took a sip. A sip was really all he needed. "Damn! That rum is more serious than Cher after another facelift. Who made this?"

[caycep]

Cayce swiped a biscuit. "The dread pirate Barbossa," she said, nodding her head in the man's general direction. "Yes, that is genuine pirate rum you're drinking there. You boys have a competitor."

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

"So we've got genuine pirate rum and genuine Abydos moonshine." John considered. "I think we should end our quarrel and set up shop together. Infuse the moonshine with fruits and mix the rum with soda pop and supply it to the restaurants. That'd fix some problems." He refrained from mentioning exactly which problems those were; he'd already filled Aeryn in on the Crowley situation.

[ruined-mylife.livejournal.com]

Aeryn, after a little too much time watching Television with Chiana and Rygel, knew what a facelift was. She also was pretty sure she'd heard the name Cher before.

"Didn't you call me Cher once, John?" she asked, voice deceptively light.

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

John did a quick look back a forth between the three people in his immediately vicinity. He cringed. "Well, that was with the Halloween costume on. The 60s one?" Which didn't mean anything to her. So keep going, John. "Which would mean that you looked like her before the facelifts (http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/6685/jas4000192rn.jpg). When she was actually, you know, still looking like a normal person. A very attractive normal person," he added hastily.

[caycep]

There was a quiet, only somewhat sympathetic sporfle from Cayce's direction.

[ruined-mylife.livejournal.com]

"Mmm-hmm," Aeryn nodded, and cocked her head at him.

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

John turned his head in Cayce's direction, opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then thought better and closed it again. He focused on the tray Aeryn was holding. "You want me to set you up on the buffet table too? Then you could show off your pulse pistol, and use me for target practice to demonstrate your culture?" Ha ha, yeeeaaahh, that's not funny either, John.

He blinked on his own behalf, looking contrite. "I'm just gonna... go. Over there. Before I say anything worse." He couldn't really be blamed, after all. This was the result of over a year of separation. She'd whip him back into shape right quick; wasn't like she hadn't done it before.

[ruined-mylife.livejournal.com]

"You do that," Aeryn agreed, patting him once on the shoulder and handing him the tray.

Once he'd turned away, though, an amused smile spread over her face, and her gazed flicked to Cayce in what could only really be read as the rather universal female declaration of 'men.'

[caycep]

Cayce answered the smile with a grin of her own. "Don't know how they manage without us to keep them in line," she said in an undertone, referring to everyone with a Y chromosome.