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dizzy_landMickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Pegasus J. Crawford," the tall silver-haired man pauses, and preens a little, as if, really, people ought to start admiring him now. He smiles at the mouse, "next question?"
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
Startled, Pegasus looks away from Mickey, glancing around aimlessly, until he finds the Cat up on the roof. He recovers his poise quickly. "Do I have to have one dear boy?" Stifling a yawn elegantly, "I did all that once, so tiresome."
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
If he thought he could catch Pegasus so easily, Mickey was sadly mistaken, "that’s easy," he says in a cheerful tone, "a white wine spritzer, Kaiba Seto, and an idea for a new Toon Monster." He smiles smugly before adding "not necessarily in that order."
His gaze moves past Mickey and the Cat, fixing on the gate in the background; really, this place is perfectly delicious, a whole Toon World, right at his very fingertips. Now if only these two would stop talking, he could go in and explore. "Are there many more questions?" Pegasus murmurs, "I’d like..." He is interrupted as the Cat speaks.
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"How about What will you give me in exchange for that," Pegasus is getting bored now, and he speaks quickly, not trying as hard to amuse, "we might work out something mutually satisfactory, a quid pro quo of some kind..."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"Oh I’ll take over of course," Pegasus strains to see past Mickey’s shoulder, not that he’s seen any actual cartoon characters yet, but they have to be in there, don’t they? "I’ll subvert the revolution, and make them build me a castle and uniformed slaves can wait on me." He smiles as politely as he can, "is there anything more?"
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Dark," Pegasus’ tone is quite offhand by now, and he’s staring quite openly over Mickey Mouse’s shoulder, "it goes nicely with red wine." With a pained sigh, he waves his hand, trying to hurry the interrogation along.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Bears," Pegasus says, "definitely bears," he isn’t even trying any more, just staring toward the gate, trying to see inside, "oh and pirates, and preferably together." His tone very positive, "I don’t know how many times," he says, "I’ve found myself longing to see a nice group of pirates together with some... What were those other things I said? Fairies, wasn’t it? Yes, they do go so nicely those two."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Then I’m done?" Pegasus clasps his hands, "I can finally go in? How positively delightful, you don’t know how fun this is going to be for me," he turns to Mickey, putting out his hand with great enthusiasm, "thank you, dear boy, you have totally made my day." He’s already headed toward the gate when he looks back for a moment, adding "oh and by the way, no to your last question. I never carry my own weapons."
[Pegasus is from the Yuugiou/Yugioh! anime series, specifically from Yuguoh! The Movie, after he’s lost the Sen-nen Eye.]
"Pegasus J. Crawford," the tall silver-haired man pauses, and preens a little, as if, really, people ought to start admiring him now. He smiles at the mouse, "next question?"
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
Startled, Pegasus looks away from Mickey, glancing around aimlessly, until he finds the Cat up on the roof. He recovers his poise quickly. "Do I have to have one dear boy?" Stifling a yawn elegantly, "I did all that once, so tiresome."
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
If he thought he could catch Pegasus so easily, Mickey was sadly mistaken, "that’s easy," he says in a cheerful tone, "a white wine spritzer, Kaiba Seto, and an idea for a new Toon Monster." He smiles smugly before adding "not necessarily in that order."
His gaze moves past Mickey and the Cat, fixing on the gate in the background; really, this place is perfectly delicious, a whole Toon World, right at his very fingertips. Now if only these two would stop talking, he could go in and explore. "Are there many more questions?" Pegasus murmurs, "I’d like..." He is interrupted as the Cat speaks.
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"How about What will you give me in exchange for that," Pegasus is getting bored now, and he speaks quickly, not trying as hard to amuse, "we might work out something mutually satisfactory, a quid pro quo of some kind..."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"Oh I’ll take over of course," Pegasus strains to see past Mickey’s shoulder, not that he’s seen any actual cartoon characters yet, but they have to be in there, don’t they? "I’ll subvert the revolution, and make them build me a castle and uniformed slaves can wait on me." He smiles as politely as he can, "is there anything more?"
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Dark," Pegasus’ tone is quite offhand by now, and he’s staring quite openly over Mickey Mouse’s shoulder, "it goes nicely with red wine." With a pained sigh, he waves his hand, trying to hurry the interrogation along.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Bears," Pegasus says, "definitely bears," he isn’t even trying any more, just staring toward the gate, trying to see inside, "oh and pirates, and preferably together." His tone very positive, "I don’t know how many times," he says, "I’ve found myself longing to see a nice group of pirates together with some... What were those other things I said? Fairies, wasn’t it? Yes, they do go so nicely those two."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Then I’m done?" Pegasus clasps his hands, "I can finally go in? How positively delightful, you don’t know how fun this is going to be for me," he turns to Mickey, putting out his hand with great enthusiasm, "thank you, dear boy, you have totally made my day." He’s already headed toward the gate when he looks back for a moment, adding "oh and by the way, no to your last question. I never carry my own weapons."
[Pegasus is from the Yuugiou/Yugioh! anime series, specifically from Yuguoh! The Movie, after he’s lost the Sen-nen Eye.]
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:27 pm (UTC)"No," says Crowley. "That's one of the few things I haven't done, actually. I was referring to the running of a multinational entertainment company as a young man." Not that there had been any multinational corporations when Crowley had been young, if he ever had been. A lack of time messes with one's temporal perspective. "And did you say what year it was presently?"
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Date: 2006-11-17 06:44 pm (UTC)"Why 2004," Pegasus looks at Crowley with some surprise, "Summer of 2004, why do you ask?" He scrambles through his memory; did he read anything about this place that would explain a confusion like this? Was this what Wikipedia meant when it spoke about the place's timelessness?
"You're a young man now," he adds, studying Crowley more carefully; if he's not young, Pegasus wants to know the name of his cosmetic surgeon, "does that mean you still run a multinational entertainment company? Which one?"
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Date: 2006-11-17 07:32 pm (UTC)"There are people here from a number of different eras. The earliest seems to be the 1770s. The latest, 2006. I'm from 1991, myself," he explains calmly. "And I don't know if I still run a multinational entertainment company. I've been stuck in this bloody place for a while. I can't pin it down much more than that. Time is... strange here. You'll learn."
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Date: 2006-11-17 07:48 pm (UTC)"1991?" For some reason that's the startling one for Pegasus, maybe the idea of a person from 1776 was just too far-fetched to make an impact, "lord, are you really," he says, "and have you been here all that time?"
"Thirteen years," he shakes his head, "I can't imagine staying anywhere thirteen years..."
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Date: 2006-11-17 09:36 pm (UTC)The demon smirks. "You don't have to call me lord. Crowley is fine. Anthony Crowley. But yes, I was brought here from the year 1991, but I haven't been here for thirteen years. A few months, I think. And as far as I can recall, Cayce is the only other person here from 2004..."
He raises an eyebrow. "Seems like a long time, huh?"
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Date: 2006-11-17 10:12 pm (UTC)"2004 is a very big year," Pegasus murmurs, "I don't think I've met her." He's aware the comment makes no sense, but there's something about this place, the air or something, that seems to encourage nonsense.
Or maybe it's this sunglassed person named Crowley. "You know I came here because I wanted to," he tells him, and by now Pegasus is well aware that he's one of the few residents who did, "it sounded like a nice change from 2004. But I have to admit, I'd not like to spend 13 years here."
"I'm thinking of going to Sicily next," he says.
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Date: 2006-11-17 10:39 pm (UTC)"Indeed? Well, when most people want to go on holiday, they go to the real Disneyland in California. Not some interdimensional one where they're surrounded by nothing, unable to leave, and living with people from all different times and planets. Were you trying to avoid the crowds?" he asked sarcastically.
"And just how do you propose getting to Sicily when we can't go outside the boundaries of the park, fly higher than the Matterhorn, or dig farther down than six feet?"
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Date: 2006-11-17 11:05 pm (UTC)"I'll find a way." Pegasus answers quickly, but in truth he hasn't thought about any of the points Crowley is bringing up; he didn't even know about some of them. What's this about not flying higher than the Matterhorn? And people have actually tried? "There's always a way out of any problem," he continues, his voice less confident, "all it takes is not giving up until you find it."
"Anyhow," he adds, it's not like I'm going to want to leave for a while yet. I barely got here, I haven't even had a chance to look around."
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Date: 2006-11-17 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 11:43 pm (UTC)"As for when I find out how to leave..." his voice trails off. Thirteen years! There's something about the figure, it's so final, and Crowley doesn't seem the kind to give up easily. "I ...Believe me," he says lamely, "I'll not keep any information to myself."
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Date: 2006-11-17 11:51 pm (UTC)True to his word, he does whisper something in Mickey's large ear before he heads back into the park.