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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[adore-therockin.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps before, but now?" Marguerite said softly looking up into his deep blue eyes. "Now, I know better." She explained kissing the hand that touched her own. "When you spoke before, there was such," Marguerite paused for a moment to think of the right word. "Such emotion in you eyes Percy. Surely, it is not all on my account? I will," Her dear, dear Percy. How many things where still hidden from her. "Did you see?" She asked, motioning to her hair. "I made the little X's for England. Perhaps not that patriotic, or fashionable but I was unsure of what to do."

If her answer wasn't already yes, it was now. Closing her eyes Marguerite sighed at the gesture. "Percy," she said softly. "Of course. Anything,"

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

"My dearest Marguerite, don't you know that you are first in my heart? When I think of France I think of you, and where your heart lies mine is sure to follow." At mention of her hair he turned his hair to find the symbols of his country, and with a smile he untangled himself from their grasp and reached out to touch them. "How extraordinary."

It was rather a touching gesture. Percy was moved to see that his wife thought highly enough of England to wear a symbol in her hair, especially when she was adrift amongst the French. "Dreadfully fashionable," he concluded with a grand smile.

[adore-therockin.livejournal.com]

"Oh Percy," Marguerite said softly. His words made her heart flutter in the most wonderful way. "I never thought of such a thing and I am most honored to be thought of like that. My sweet Percy, you continue to amaze me each day." Marguerite couldn't help but feel proud of her small display of love for her new home country.

"England is my home now, well, aside from wherever this is," she explained to him. "Not only did I go to school there, it is your home and therefore mine too. It is a place of peace and I have you to thank for it." She may not have shown it before but England held a very close place in her heart. When she married Percy it became apart of her life again, a solace from the chaos and blood of her beloved France. "You think so?"

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

He smiled, "Oh, my sweet heart." He would continue to amaze her, that was his promise. There was no one to save here but himself.

"Dreadfully fashionable," he repeated softly. "One day we'll walk the gardens of Richmond again together. Until then..." He kissed the side of her face once again. "Let us walk the Park together, my dearest Margot."

[adore-therockin.livejournal.com]

Marguerite couldn't help but beam. Oh, the way he made her feel, there were no words to describe it so a pleasant silence and a kiss on his cheek would have to make do.

"If you say so, my dear Percy," she smiled. "Promise? The gardens are not nearly as enjoyable without you to share them with you know." Marguerite blushed again and kissed his hand again. "That sounds," she sighed happily at him. "Simply delightful."