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

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

Chii...didn't know where much was. "Leprechauns are fictional?" Chii asked to being told they were not-real. If only she realized what an ironic place this was to go on about reality versus fiction.

"There is England," Chii said, pointing to Jenny's sign. "But we don't have Scotland and Wales representations?" A pause, then Chii had to ask, "What's an accent."

[[If her questions get annoying...don't hesitate to say so. D: She can get exhausting.]]

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

"Yep, that's about it. Yet, people still think I know them or something." Bernard did appreciate the irony of it at some level, as with literary characters abounding across the place, reality and fiction were a bit out of sorts.

"Don't think we've got anyone Scottish or Welsh, that's why?" He took a long drink from his beer, if only to extend his patience, as if she'd caught him on any normal day, he'd have had fun with sarcasm and gone back to sleep, "Well, I've got a stupid sounding voice. It's different to hers," he pointed at Jenny, "Or uh..." American...any American nearby, AH! That kid over by the limbo, "His. Virgil, I think. His'll probably sound stupid, hers sounds..." he trailed off and gave her a glance, "alright, and mine can make women pass out." Unfortunately, the rest of him couldn't keep up. Not that girl-of-the-many-questions needed to know.

((trust me. Bernard will. You're lucky he has alcohol and is a tad more patient. I'm cool with it.))

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

Chii absorbed everything Bernard said, but the accent explanation left much to be desired. "Sounding voice," she repeated, listening close to Bernard's voice. "Chii.... I am not passing out."

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard was running out of beer, and patience, "Well, no, that was a joke. Or maybe you aren't human." He shrugged and smirked, "But everyone's voice sounds different, right? That's an accent."

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

Oh, a joke. Chii had so much trouble with those. When Bernard suggested maybe she wasn't human, Chii nodded her head. "I am a robot," she told him, then nodded her head to the voices sounding different. Just one problem, they sounded different in pitch, too, so Chii thought that was an accent.

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard blinked, as...robot? Well, no wonder she didn't know half that stuff. "Where's...um, the metal bits? Surely..." This was a new kind of confusing, so he reached over and stole another one of Jenny's beers.

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

"Metal bits?" Chii repeated, then figured he meant computer chips. "They are inside. Somewhere.... I do not know where. Chii.... I do not know how I was made, or what kind of robot I am. My maker was not here when I arrived here." She hoped, at least, that would explain things.

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard nodded and took a sip from his beer, "You...uh, look very realistic." He imagined robots with big metal claws...okay, the Katou thing didn't count and laser eyes and such. Science fiction really wasn't his thing.