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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[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa had been busily trying to remove the bung from the barrel. Everything being self made, and the pirate being no cooper, he was finding it difficult to actually uncork the damn thing. With a grunt he finally just removed the top of the barrel, noticing the wary look on Cayce's face.

"Lo thar," said a rather...strangely happy (if not also off putting) captain. "'s rum. Had some meself, so get tha' look off yer face, lass. Still have me vision. Figured might as well let everyone else give it a proper try tonight too."

And he couldn't really say why that was either.

[caycep]

Cayce did manage to get the nervous look off her face and smiled. "Well, thanks. I do appreciate it." For the spirit--ha ha--of the thing, if nothing else. "You're not the only one around here who's decided to brew their own, in fact."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't surprise me, lassie," replied the Captain. "Ye learn a lot on a ship. One of those invaluable life lessons being men...people," he corrected himself, "in enclosed spaces of'en require spirits t' keep 'em goin'."

He wandered off to find cups, returning with two and dipping them into the cask of rum. It was strong - Barbossa didn't care for watered-down grog, and he sniffed it with a satisfied snarl before handing over a cup to Cayce. "An' we make due when we need t'. To yer health, Missy." He raised his glass to her and drank it down.

[caycep]

"To yours too," Cayce said, raising her glass.

She took a cautious sip. Ow. Sort of like drinking Everclear straight, but with a certain extra je ne sais quoi that Cayce put down to piratage. Still, it wasn't nearly as awful as she was afraid it'd be.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa watched Cayce gave a bit of a chuckle into his cup as he down the liquor. It was strong - hell, he was no brewer, but it was good and it'd get the job done. Best of all, it were free.

"Aye, lass, let th' others know this rum be for them," he nodded, scooping out another glass. He then went to wander around and observe the rest of this sad lot, hoping for some amusement.

[caycep]

"Thanks again, Captain," Cayce said. "Cheers."

Maybe she'd go find some Coke to smooth the stuff out a bit...

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

Shaun heard of a party and had slightly planned a vaguely patriotic English part, but lost interest, so decided to turn up. Ooh, limbo! Until that got started, he ambled around, hoping to see someone interesting. HEY! Pirate! He bounded over, "Hey hey, Cap'n."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

What on earth - oh, it was the boy. "Hello thar, lad," Barbossa said with a certain kind of fondness. "Rum in tha' barrel o'er there, courtesy of a cer'ain captain." Barbossa gestured towards the barrel of rum with a glint of pride in his eyes.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"Rum?!" Now, this was a party. Shaun bounded over to the barrel and grabbed a cup, filling it gratutiously. He took one sip, and nearly choked, "Bloody 'ell, captain, what's in that?" He weighed up how potent it was and then decided to stuff it, it was a party and took another sip.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Perhaps Barbossa should have warned the lad....nah. He'd be all-right. After all, the old Captain's eyesight still worked perfectly fine, so why should there be worries? "Molasses, water, yeast, an' a whole lot of waitin', lad." Plus a few other things that didn't concern the boy.

"T'would be a right shame if ye didn't drink up," he grinned, slapping Shaun on the back and pouring himself another glass.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"That's one hell of a wait, I reckon." It didn't make much sense to him but he took another sip, hoping this wouldn't blind him, at least, but the captain looked okay, so he downed the rest, "That's bloody strong stuff, though. I think you get points. Lotssa points."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Tired of being sober, Shaun m'boy," Barbossa muttered, dragging a seat off to the side and beckoning for the boy to follow suit. He probably should mention that the kid might want to take it easy on the rum, what with it being shine and all, as he was fond of the boy and could care less about the others there drinking....

He'd think about it.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

Shaun grabbed a chair and followed Barbossa, before unceremoniously dumping it and sitting down, "Oh aye, there's no drink here, is there? Not normally, anyway." Shaun had never really noticed, as he only really drank when his mates were handing it around.

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

Orihime was always up for trying new things, so...until the limbo started, she was going to have a glass of this...stuff. Whatever it was.

She coughed a bit after downing it, but grinned and said, "This is pretty good! It would go well with my sushi~!"

[caycep]

...oh god, Orihime had gotten into the pirate rum.

As hilarious as the prospect of a tipsy Orihime was (and would she be noticeably different than sober Orihime?), Cayce had a hunch that such a scenario could not possibly end well. She waved at the girl and made her way over to talk to her. "Hey there," she said. "Go easy on that stuff; it's got a kick on it."

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

Drunk Orihime might not be much different from sober Orihime, but it was for the best the redhead was forewarned, considering.

"Kick?" Orihime asked with a giggle. "It didn't kick me. But now that you mention it, it is kinda potent." She took another drink, noticed the burning, gave that a few moments of thought, then, still a bit giggly, asked, "Is it alcohol?"

[caycep]

"Sorry. English slang—when something has a kick, means it's really strong. Which, as you noticed, this is." She winced a little when Orihime took another drink. "Yeah, it's alcohol. Pirate rum, courtesy of Captain Barbossa over there." She jerked a thumb in Barbossa's direction.

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

Best distraction ever, even if Cayce hadn't intended it. Orihime abandoned her cup and looked in Barbosa's direction with wide eyes and a smile. "Is he a space pirate or an ocean pirate?" she asked, then went on imaginig about him. "I bet he has buried treasure somewhere. Or a love he had to leave behind on land. And one day, she's going to sail out to find him and kill him for leaving her. And then he'll come back to life. Just in time for the space police to pick him. Or the British navy...depending on which he is."

[caycep]

"Ocean pirate. Eighteenth-century," fictional, "ocean pirate. Dunno about any loves he had to leave behind, but I'd be willing to bet he's got buried treasure." Or did he? Cayce had forgotten most of the salient details from Pirates of the Caribbean, and the sequels post-dated her hjiacking to pocket-dimension Disneyland. Not that it mattered, insofar as Orihime's attention and imagination went.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Sushi? What in the bespectacled name of Davy Jones was this girl talking about? Barbossa threw back another half a glass and barely nodded his head. "Oh so pleased t' hear it," he grumbled.

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

If he had asked out loud, Barbossa might have had the unpleasant experience of Orihime giving him a piece of the sushi she made. But back to the rum. Orihime was startled at first, but she smiled and offered, "Thank you very much for the rum, Pirate-san."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Captain," he corrected gruffly. He didn't care for how joyous this one was, so he brushed off her enthusiasm and leered when a thought came over him. "Ye see tha' big barrel, missy? I brought so much, and me tired arms can't carry it back all meself. T'would help this old man if ye could drink as much as possible."

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

"Captain Pirate~!" Orihime corrected herself happily. She looked at the barrel when Barbossa talked about it, then gave him a sly grin. "Oh no. I can't drink that much. I'll have to have lots of help."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Eh, close enough. Barbossa shrugged. "Then by all means, lass, have yer help," he grunted. "Jus' don't let me rum go t' waste."

[katoustheshit.livejournal.com]

Katou had told himself that he wasn't going to get drunk for this. Really, he had to keep an eye out for danger and his wits about him.

But, well, there didn't seem to be much danger around. And a barrel of something liquid was burning his nostrils. It was just too good of an opportunity to skip.

He grabbed a glass, dipped it in, and too a swig. Then, he stopped to gasp for air and mutter ouch. He grabbed himself a glass of water, chased what he had down, and then, knowing what to expect, chugged the rest of his glass and reached for another one.