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]

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.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"A special occasion, this!" Barbossa replied, waving a hand over the span of the gathering. "Apparently, at any rate, lad. A Rough time these old bones 'ave had, deserving of a drink I was. Too long I've waited jus' t' have my rum supply cut off by another damned curse." He might have said a little too much, but a drunk pirate not merry was otherwise bitter.

"An' watch the rum, boy. Don't go overboard." He chuckled at that. Overboard.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, there's limbo. That's a special occasion in itself." And not one to take a little too drunkenly. He'd be alright. "What was the first curse, then?" Pirates were silly, beleiving in all that stuff, but there was probably a great story to it.

"Alright, alright."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

He shrugged, "Cursed heathen gold, turned me an' me crew into the walkin' dead." Barbossa drank deeply from his cup, finishing off yet another round of rum. And he didn't feel in the slightest bit tipsy. Such a shame that it took him so long to get good and properly drunk. "Get me an apple, Shaun, and I'll tell you the rest."

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"What?!" Shaun blinked and tried not to gawp. Walking dead? ZOMBIES?! ZOMBIE PIRATES?! Oh wow. He scurried off without any other words to find an apple. Apple...apple apple. About five minutes later, he returned, shining an apple on his jeans, then chucking it to the captain, "There. Now, this story, I need to hear."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

The pirate waited patiently for his apple, catching it and biting into it with a satisfying crunch. Now this was something he was going to tire of anytime soon - all the apples his rotten teeth could eat!

"Right," he said through a mouthful of apple. "Follow this, lad. Ye know yer history, aye? Hernan Cortez melted down Mexica gold and it were said heathens put a mighty curse on the whole lot! Whoever should disturb the gold..." He rolled his wrist. "An' all that malarkey. A myth we thought, 'til we grabbed the gold and spent it away on useless things."

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

Shaun raised an eyebrow, "So some Mexicans cursed some gold. And...you nabbed it. And that means you're a zombie? Or is there more to it than that?" He stuck his glass back in the rum and sipped at it tentitively, "Cause I was hoping for some, y'know, dramatic killing and tortured souls and all that. Got any of those stories?"

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a damn zombie," Barbossa snapped, slightly spitting on to the ground. Dramatic killing and tortured souls? The pirate didn't exist for his entertainment! "The curse t'were broken, if ye hadn't figured by now, and then I were killed by a damn fool named Jack Sparrow. Shot! Right in the chest. Oh, it were low." He growled and angrily took a bite of the core of the apple.

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

Ohdear. He'd made the pirate angry. That wasn't good. "I was about to say you didn't look much like a zombie. Sorry. And...that's really sucky. Being undead, then getting killed. Sorry." The first sorry being an apology, the second being somewhere near sympathy.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa grumbled under his breath. "'s fine," he muttered, switching the apple for more rum to pour down his gullet. "Alive now, ain't I?"

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

"'Parently so." Shaun wasn't sure people were supposed to skip between life and death like that, but he'd seen some pretty awesome things at this park, so he didn't question it much, "Although I'm sure you were awesome undead-like too. Just sayin'."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Aye, aye," Barbossa nodded, still easily throwing the rum back like it was water. "Took ten years to break the curse, only t' die once I could feel the cold air on me face. Still, I were brought back by the goddess Calypso in her human form, and here I be. More rum, m'boy?"

[skined-shaun.livejournal.com]

He was getting raaaaather drunk, but he nodded and handed Barbossa his glass, "Who's the goddess Calypso?" He thought that was a type of ice lolly, actually. Hm. "What's she do, and all?"

[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.