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!))

Comments

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

The captain snorted softly, but not out of complete annoyance. More like frustration that he knew so little. Had he not been fond of him.... "Nymph of the sea, boy, she can control the open water."

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"So like...sinkin' ships and so on?" It was a good job that Shaun's father hadn't drowned, or he'd be rather angry at a lot of people apart from Margaret Thatcher and some Argentinians right now. "Sounds powerful, she does. Well, if she can bring you back to life and such."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Aye. Like sinkin' ships and callin' gales and reaping souls, all that goddess business and that. Immortal doings, Shaun. 'sall the same t' me," he muttered, sloshing around the rum in his glass. "I were on me way to find the fountain of youth when I found meself here."

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"The fountain of youth? Surely that doesn't actually exist, does it?" Shaun was sure that was something from a cartoon, wasn't it? Then again, Barbossa seemed to know a lot of weird stuff, so maybe that's what it was like back when he was alive.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa merely lifted a brow and stared incredulously at the lad. There had been talk of zombies and goddesses and dying and coming back to life, yet the boy had a problem with the fountain of youth? "Ask Ponce de León ," he snorted.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"Who now?" Shaun was all good with the zombies and stuff, they were cool. The fountain of youth was just something old ladies liked to believe exist so they didn't have to feel bad about being old. Or something similar. "And what the hell did he do?"

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa only laughed in response and got to his feet. "Come on then, m'boy. Let's cause a little trouble." He grinned and went to get himself another cup of spirits.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"No point in a party without a little trouble, right?" Shaun jumped to his feet, diligently and grinned, "Any ideas, then, cap'n?"

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Drink more!" Barbossa shouted. "Wait 'n watch 'n jump in when we see fit, lad! First, first let's watch all those people tryin' t' walk underneath a stick, and let's laugh." The captain hooked an arm around Shaun's head and walked with him towards the looming fiasco.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

Shaun did as he was told and scooped up some more rum and let himself be dragged off, no matter how much he'd quite like a go at the limbo, but hey, the Captain rules, right? "Sounds like a good place to start."