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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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He smiled to himself when she blushed, something was going his way at least, "It's the best way to do things, sometimes." He leant back on the grass a little, "I must say, though, this was a wonderful idea. Made me find a little patriotism when I must admit, I was running short on it." He took a bite out of his bread and took a moment to look up at the sky. Always clear.

"I think so. It's not too over the top. Which is how the French do things," Marguerite reasoned aloud. She smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think it brings people together for something everyone can celebrate. It doesn't matter when you're from."

"We're not too over the top, or over the top?" Beaufort laughed slightly, "Because in my experience, we do most things by full measure." He looked back at her, "Certainly, and I think everyone sort of feels a detatchment from their home here. It's nice to do something like this, just to get back in touch with your home." Although, here he was, talking to someone who lived through the most important event in his nation's history. Unfortunately, he was distracted by how damn attractive she was to even think about that right now.

"I think we know when enough is enough. Spectacle wise," Marguerite clarified. Althouogh she wasn't sure what she thought anymore. Politics aside however, the French were elegant and well groomed. Knowing the latest fashion but in most cases not over doing it. "Yes, I couldn't agree more." She smiled at that feeling the serge of pride she used to feel for her country once more as she sipped on her wine.

"I suppose we don't go as all out gaudy as this park seems to manage. Even so, we're still less boring than the English." Not that he was making that comment towards anyone in particular, just a passing comment, of course. He drank some more wine and gave her a quick glance, "It's nice to have someone to share it with, though."

Marguerite giggled at the comment about the park. "Yes, I must say this park really knows how to out do itself!" She wasn't sure however what to say about the English comment. "Well, they just need a few more lively people is all." Simple enough. No opinion really. "Yes, I must say it is." Marguerite smiled at him kindly. He was the only person who knew her secret and they had bonded through that. Jean-Etienne's friendship meant a lot to her here.

"But yet, only can be bothered to celebrate one nation's holiday. Then again, apparently, we are in America. In a sort of twisted fashion." Beaufort shrugged, as he actually was quite fond of them, but recent events, both at home and in the park, skewed his opinion, "Either that or they need to find better ways of expressing themselves. And I really couldn't think of anyone better to share this with." Let her decide what he meant by that. He was eager to hear her response too, as a lot of his semi-thought out plans rested on thoughts like that.

The thought that she was technically in America hadn't occurred to her yet. Marguerite couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if she had been here, or there or well wherever she was during her own time. Marguerite couldn't help but blush at his comment. She was quiet for a moment and pulled out her fan and fanned herself leisurely for a moment before responding. "Truly? I am honored to be thought of so highly by you."

She blushed and he took that as a good sign, although he wasn't sure quite what to make of what she backed it up with, "Well, madame, I thought I made my opinions on that subject perfectly clear." And he did, but he was now a little worried that she hadn't quite followed. Hm.

"I am glad is all. I suppose it has been sometime since I've had an intellectual conversation and I am simply glad I make for good company." Marguerite explained to friend.

Well, yes, he thought, you won't get much of that from your husband, "I'm glad I could be of help, then, and anytime you want stimulating conversation, you'll be most welcome." He wasn't about to point out that there were several other places you could find it around here if you looked.

"I'll have to remember that then. I may end up monopolizing your time then you will be sick of me!" Marguerite teased as she reached for her cup of wine and continued to fan herself.

"It's nice for someone to have a monopoly on my time, though," he sipped his wine and shrugged, "At home, the free market demand was tearing me to pieces, I'm sure." Which was a liberal economics joke, which she might not get, he thought a little too late, as Adam Smith wasn't even born then.

Marguerite smiled and nodded pretending she knew what he was speaking about. Time differences, she assumed. "Oh! Did you ever contact that other fellow about all this?" Marguerite asked.

Beaufort nodded, "Ah, yes. He's apparently, very musical. Or can play the piano at least. I've yet to see evidence of this, but I'm happy to take his word for it. He should come by at some time. Tamaki Suoh, although I've probably butchered the pronuciation."

"The piano! How wonderful! Music is such a treasure I find." Marguerite smiled happy for the change in topic which was something she knew more of. "Perhaps we'll meet him then!" Marguerite laughed, "No need to worry! I'm sure he'll let us know how we're supposed say his name. I'm sure he's learned not everyone here has such a wide range of--" What was the word she was looking for? "Well, that not everyone knows certain things considering the lapses in time that occur." She specified.

"I hope he will. Not to mention I don't have the first clue how to start pronouncing anything in Japanese." Beaufort shrugged, "He did tell me his French name though, but it escapes my memory." Which made him feel rather foolish, for a start. But hopefully, he'd introduce himself to Marguerite anyway.

Speak of the Devil...

Tamaki was somewhat late for the party, mostly because he had managed to convince a blond man who had called himself Leon to help him move the piano to the Small World ride. After Tamaki had tried unsuccessfully to help, Leon had snapped at him to get lost and that he'd meet him at the Small World ride with the piano. Tamaki had stopped helping, but didn't leave Leon to fend for himself, and eventually he and Leon managed to make it to the ride, Leon painting and sweating up a storm, and Tamaki cheerful and upbeat as usual. He searched out the French flag, got Leon to drop the piano there, and attempted to thank Leon before the older man headed toward the booze table.

"Bonjour," Tamaki sing-songed as he walked up to them. "You must be Monsieur Beaufort," he said, bowing lowly. He turned toward Marguerite. "Et tu," he started, studying her. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I'm afraid I don't know who you are. I'm ashamed of myself for not being introduced to such a beautiful woman such as yourself earlier. I am Tamaki Suou."

A piano! Marguerite watched as two men brought over the large instrument before who she assumed was the gentlemen they had just been speaking of. Marguerite blushed at his kind words. "Oh nonsense! There is always something going on here so please do not feel ashamed!" Marguerite smiled brightly at the man. "I am Marguerite Blakeney, it is a pleasure to meet you sir." She said standing and said with a curtsie.

A party! How Percy adored a party! A gala! A ball! A social occasion that would allow him to make a fool out of himself and embarrass the hell out of everyone else around him! Oh what joy!

Percy frowned when he strode into the main pavilion of the little fête. "Sink me!" he cried softly, strolling in and observing the on-goings in a rather distant manner. "No dancing, no card playing, what sort of party is this?" he commented to no one in particular.

He spotted Beaufort and his lady love and...a harpsichord of some sort over by themselves and appropriately decorated with a kind of French flair. Sneakily he crept along until he was standing behind the large Frenchman and Marguerite, then stuck his head in between the two with a loud, "Hello!" He had his hand up to his face and his quizzing glass centered on Monsieur Beaufort, giving the party his best inane and merry laugh. "Weeeell, if it isn't Citizen Boofort! And Marguerite, how absolutely charming company! Say, ain't it a shame, no dancing at this little gala. Lud love me, an absolute disaster, what!"

Beaufort was about to say hello to Tamaki, who had brought a piano, when...oh, the Englishman. He glared at him out of the side of his eyes, then gave Tamaki a nod and a smile, "Bonjour, I see...you managed to get a whole piano. That...very well done. It's very nice to see you here."

Not a word to Percy. He'd much prefer it if he really could just...go away, the idiot.

Marguerite had jumped up some what startled by Percy's arrival and she had to remind herself to cover up her smile. "Sir Percy! To what do we owe such a pleasure? I am surprised you are not showing up your fellow Englishmen!" Marguerite smiled coyly at Percy.

"Marguerite? Such a beautiful name. It's quite fitting."

Tamaki smiled at Beaufort. "Yes," he said. "Of course, I wouldn't've been able to bring it if it weren't for the kind Mr. Leon Orcot," he said, gesturing at the disgruntled man who grabbing a couple of bottles of beer at the moment. "It's a pleasure to meet another Frenchman, I must say."

He turned his smile to Percy. "It is rather a shame that there isn't any dancing, isn't it, sir?" Tamaki asked. "Not that such a terrible occurrence isn't easily fixed."

Of course Percy had noticed that M. Beaufort had not even acknowledged his presence - and it pleased him immensely. He let the others speak and stalked around the little French picnic, grinning to himself as he observed the little flags and show of nationality here and there.

He began to hum 'God Save the King'.

Then he began to sing it at the top of his lungs. He danced about the Frenchies, making sure to serenade Monsieur Beaufort especially, pausing in the midst of his song to make a proper introduction to Tamaki. "Afraid we've not met, my dear musical fellow. Sir Percy Blakeney, at your service." He bowed and then gave a great grin to his wife. "Ah, Madame, will you grace us tonight with a song? Something appropriately French, of course!"

Beaufort carried on his conversation with Tamaki as if nobody was there, getting up and offering his hand to shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you too. I had the fear we were rather lonely to begin with. And...you persuaded him to help you bring a piano? I'm not sure who to be more impressed with." And then? That Englishman started to sing. He gritted his teeth and tried not to break with his determination not to say anything to him, but then decided he had to say something, "Well, I must agree. Say, Tamaki, do you know La Marseillaise?" He smirked a little at Percy, "That might be suitibly patriotic. Although, then again, I don't know, some monarchists might take offence at such a republican anthem. What do you think, Sir Percy?" Ahem.

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