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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[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

Jenny headed straight for the drink table, grabbed herself a bottle of beer, and polished it off straight away. She wasn't quite sure what to think of the diversity theme, though she supposed it had its heart in the right place, but diverse alcohol was another story. Jenny decided she ought to contribute, so she found a large sheet of paper and some blue and red markers, wrote

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Up, England," said Crowley dryly after witnessing her preparations. He himself was holding a chilled martini.

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

"Nothing reminds me of home more than the taste of shithole pubs," Jenny said, with something close to pride in her voice despite the sarcasm. "Would've got some proper disgusting pub food, too, but I don't cook."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Nor I," he said. Which was technically true. Basically he just waved his hand and the universe was rearranged so that the food he wanted was right there.

"I prefer the Ritz," Crowley added, "but it's true that there's nothing more British than shithole pubs."

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

"Especially considering the Ritz isn't British at all," Jenny said. "Built by a Swiss bloke, based off a French hotel, and of course the food isn't bloody awful. Haven't been for ages, though. Maybe we managed to ruin it since."

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale came trudging up just then, absently humming 'God Save the Queen' and burdened by a huge tray that was loaded with scones, jams, curds, Devon cream and a large teapot. The corner of a neatly-folded Union Jack was sticking out of his coat pocket. He looked a bit crestfallen when he saw that someone had already set up an 'England' section (or possibly he'd overheard Jenny's remark about the Ritz,) but he smiled at her and said, "Good day, my dear. Would you mind very much if I add these to your...display?"

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

Jenny laughed and moved aside her beers, picking up the last cigarette on the table and lighting it. "Trying to make my cultural diversity booth respectable, are we? Go ahead and use my sign so long as I get some of those scones."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley smirked. "That's why I prefer it." He'd been to his fair share of shithole pubs, though, and drunk the cider.

The demon rolled his eyes as Aziraphale approached. What had he told Cayce about tea and tweed? "Go right ahead, Tink. Fuck, all we need now is Adam to drop by and it'll be like Guy Fawkes all over again."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Speak of the... um, yeah.

"Hallo, Crowley," said Adam cheerfully. "Hallo, Mr. Fell." He looked curiously at Jenny and then glanced at the table, his gaze lingering on the beer selection.

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

((Reposting to keep things tidy))

"Oh, most certainly. There's plenty for all. Very kind of you, dear lady." He struggled with the tray a moment and somehow managed to set it down without knocking over the beers, collapsing the table or upending the teapot.

After mopping his face with a handkerchief for a moment, he then found a suitable place behind the table to tack up the Union Jack. "There we are..." Satisfied, he turned and bobbed a slight bow to Jenny. "I see you have met my associate, but I don't believe I've had the pleasure before. Ezra Fell at your service. ...Er. Hello, Adam."

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

((after crowley's gone, or whatever))

Bernard heard there was alcohol at this party. Alcohol! He decided he had to attend, after far too long of sitting around burning holes in dwarves, it was time for a drink. He sauntered up, past Jenny's attempt at a pub, trying not to snicker.

A passing idea flickering through his head, he stomped off to find some more paper and pens, then sat himself right next to Jenny's spot, scribbling '', then adding a subtitle of 'I am not your bloody leprechaun.'

He nodded, quite impressed, then dashed off again to find anything vaguely Irish. He ended up with a potato. He drew a smiley face on it and sat it next to his sign. Then he turned to Jenny, "I hope you're not planning on invading any time soon. Tell me if you spot any Guinness, as my potato's looking a tad forlorn."

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Jenny shrugged. "My booth isn't representing imperialist Britain, more drunk and can't be arsed Britain. Though if you did have any Guinness, I might be tempted to invade after all." She held up one of the bottles she'd grabbed. "Awful beer?"

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard shrugged and took the bottle, "Free's free, right? Another great English tradition. Although we're short a couple of Welsh and Scottish people, or we could make a map of bad alcohol." He picked up his potato and held it in her vague direction, "Potato?" He wasn't in much of a hurry to go and find some Guinness, simply because he thought it was vile, and would have much prefered wine anyway. National pride be damned.

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

"I'll pass," Jenny said, opening one of her beers. "Cheers," she added, before downing the entire bottle. When she finished, she put it down and said, "Oi, you can't say the Scots don't make bloody good whisky. If terrible beer weren't my drink of choice, you'd be looking at my Great Britain booth instead." Jenny would basically drink anything flammable, but she really did prefer cheap beer and hard liquor to wine.

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard shrugged, "And the English make some good beer, too. The Scottish make some awful whiskey too. Have you ever drunk Bells?" He took a slightly desperate gulp from his beer, as he'd been a little short on the alcohol front for too long, "Not to mention, Wales are weird and their national drink is temperance. Damn non-conformists."

[centuryjenny.livejournal.com]

"There's nice horrible alcohol anywhere you go, certainly. Sometimes it's the fact that it's disgusting that really makes it. I started my long drinking career in shithole German pubs, and I can't say there's a big difference."

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

"To be fair, I drink wine so cheap, it might as well be vinegar. There's nothing like really awful alcohol to make your day." He took another swig of the beer, "By the way, it's delightfully warm. I approve."

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

Chii had heard of England before, so she studied Jenny's set up for a moment, noticed Aziraphale's additions, then wondered what there was for her to do. The humans at least got to eat and drink. Did that mean Chii could ask questions?

"Ireland," she sounded out as she read Bernard's sign, then she asked, "Where is Ireland? ...and what is a leprechaun?"

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard blinked, a little disbelieving that someone didn't know where Ireland was, "Leprechauns are stupid and not-real and the world's favourite Irish stereotype, so I'm definately not one, alright. Nor will I give you any lucky charms." He realised that in the park, it might actually be an innocent question. Not that it'd stop him from snarking, "It's next to England, Scotland and Wales and all that. And probably looked down on by all of them, but hey, we've got the accents."

[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.