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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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"Perhaps you will," he agreed, "My Universe can't be the only one she might need a hand in." He pulled her a little closer, curling his hand down around her lower back, cheek brushing her hair. "Thank you," he murmured.

Her hand, almost of its own accord, moved from where it rested on his shoulder to a spot closer to his collar. She tilted her head slightly to look at him. So close. "For what?"

She was close enough to probably feel the slight shrug he started to offer in response.

"I was moping," he answered instead, after a moment's pause. "Not a good look on me."

"It isn't," she agreed. "I'm glad I could help, then." Her gaze dropped and she found herself looking at his tie for a moment before she looked back up and added, "I'm here to help, you know. Whether you want to talk about or be distracted or ... You know where to find me."

He ran his thumb up and down along her spine.

"I know. And you do. Always like hanging out with you." His tone perked up as he added brightly; "Also you smell nice," and turned his head slightly, brushing his nose into her hair.

She giggled a little. "Thank you. I finally got brave enough to use the Mitsouko I got around Christmas-time. And nothing strange appears to have happened, so I suppose it was all right after all."

"It's nice," he repeated, snuffling deeper into her hair and the place where her neck met her head, just behind her right ear. "Like oakmoss and wood and bergamot; sort-of spicy sweet. It suits you, peaches and jasmine and all." He sniffed again, not unlike a small fluffy dog.

The sensation was a little ticklish, though far from unpleasant, and Una felt a slight blush rising. "Always was my favourite," she murmured. She tilted her head a little further, and her hair fell away slightly from her neck.

"A good perfume should react well with your skin and body chemistry," the Doctor said thoughtfully, tilting his head to one side. "Which this really does." He touched her neck with the tip of his tongue. "Hmm. Smells better than it tastes."

"Most perfumes do," she laughed a little breathlessly, because oh dear, that was not fair. Her fingers brushed the back of his neck, along the edge of his collar.

"Mmm." He made a sort of unspecific pleased noise and smacked his lips twice. "Most good perfumes. You should have smelled the stuff Jackie wore. One of those cheap, made to be fail-safe sort of scents. Smelt the same on anybody. Tasted the same too."

"Dare I ask how you found that out?"

He opened his mouth to answer and then stopped, the thought just occurring him, and leaned back to where he could see her face.

"Eew, no, I did not- oh, but I licked you didn't I? I'm sorry, that's sort-of rude, to lick someone without asking. Rose said it was; you aren't cross with me, are you?"

She was smirking to begin with, and then she couldn't help it; she laughed right out loud.

"No, I'm not cross with you," she said. "You did take me rather by surprise, though. Couldn't decide if you were being forward or disingenuous."

"Never," he responded, eyes wide and innocent. "I'm glad you're not cross, Rose got all weird about it- that's who I licked, I licked Rose. She was wearing her mum's scent. I didn't much like it. And then I licked her and she didn't like that. I didn't mean anything; sometimes I just think better with my mouth."

He flushed, suddenly, eyes somehow going even wider. "And I don't mean that in the way it probably sounded. Besides, how else am I supposed to tell the chemical composition of something? Well, I could use the sonic screwdriver, I suppose. Or if I had access to a lab, or baring that to some electrical equipment- I once built a mini DNA scan out of supplies I found in the back storeroom of a rundown theater in London 1930, and I'm glad I did because it turned out to be an artificially grown Dalek and that is one thing I never ever ever want to put in my mouth- but other than that, I'd be stuck. And sometimes you don't have time to take apart stage lighting fixtures. And, it's less interesting."

Edited 2008-08-25 23:02 (UTC)

He really was that disingenuous, she decided. Wilfully so, perhaps, because he'd lived too long for there to not be some kind of awareness operating in there, but it was too thorough to be an act.

It was sort of endearing.

Still grinning broadly, she reached up and tapped his lips with her index finger. "That mouth is going to get you in terrible trouble, one way or the other. If it hasn't already," she teased. She chose for the moment to stifle the urge to say something cheerfully salacious like feel free to lick me anytime, hilarious though his reaction would have been.

(She tried to remember if he'd ever told her exactly what a Dalek was. She was pretty sure she'd heard that word before.)

His lips closed sharply under that tapping finger.

"It has," he muffledly admitted out of one side of his mouth, as though her finger had sealed the middle together. "But it's also gotten me out of trouble a lot more times, so I suppose it all evens to positive in the end. Hey, maybe that was why Victoria exiled us! Because I did lick the wall at one point."

He was having trouble not laughing.

Trying not to laugh at that was a lost cause, and Una didn't even bother trying. She released his mouth and leaned her forehead against his shoulder, unable to stop giggling.

"That time really wasn't my fault," he insisted, laughingly. "It was all rubbed in with mistletoe, which apparently is some sort of werewolf repellent." And yes, he did mostly say that because it sounded so bizarre, and therefore was just that much funnier. -And yes, she did smell nice.-

"Of course it was," she said, still giggling.

After a moment she looked up at him, and though she didn't know it, her expression was as relaxed and happy as it had been in an age. "You really do have the best stories," she said. "Thank you. For telling them."

"You're welcome." He smiled, to see that look on her face. "Guess that just proves that we make a good team. And a good dancing team. You know I haven't really properly danced in ages? I mean, at Versailles, but that was more coordinated prancing about than actual dancing. And then there was that one time with Rose and Jack, but that wasn't even this body, so it doesn't really count."

"We shall have to do this more often, then," she said cheerfully. "Seeing as how we work so well together and all."

"Absolutely," he agreed, and leaned away from her just enough to get his hand in his breast pocket. "Say Una," he asked innocently as he came up with the sonic screwdriver. "Can you swing?"

Her eyebrows went up at the sight of the sonic screwdriver and she gave him an amused, quizzical look. "Well, yes I can, Doctor."

He pointed the screwdriver in the direction of Cayce's macgyvered music system and the last strains of "I've Got You Under My Skin" swapped over into the beginning of Jack Rabbit Slim's "Something Baby (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX-Hg9M41GU)." With a smirk he tucked the screwdriver away and offered her his hand with a grin that was nothing but smug.

Edited 2008-08-26 20:43 (UTC)

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