Application for Logan Echolls, "Veronica Mars"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan's flipping through old photos on his cell as he walks, trying to find a saved shot of Homecoming night, with Lilly and Duncan and Veronica and himself all together and laughing like idiots, and for a fraction of a second he doesn't notice he's stepped into new territory. Then the change in the light registers, and he looks around, surprised, alarmed and searching.

He's tall, and angular, with features that seem caught somehow between sharp handsomeness and little-boy softness of cheeks and lips. There are more shadows around his eyes and lines on his forehead than any boy his age should have. He rubs the back of his head with one hand, and adjusts the laptop he's carrying.

And then Mickey comes forward, and his mouth twists into a disbelieving smirk. He notices the 2-D effect, and shuffles from side to side trying to see it work.



Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

He straightens, and looks solemn. "Arthur, King of the Britons."

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

...Well, that just takes all of the fun out of it. "As of about forty-five seconds ago, to find out where I am and what the fuck is going on here." Noting the lack of helpful information-giving, he adds, "Yeah, I'm pretty used to waiting on that kind of thing. But I will find out! And on that day...I'll probably be the last to know and/or in mortal peril."

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important."

"Because it's a Python reference," he explains with exaggerated patience. "Nothing's more important."

He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

"I believe world peace is the accepted first answer. Preferably not because suddenly everyone on the planet is dead or lobotomized, but whatever. Does that make one or two? Let's say one. Then, let's see, an end to world hunger? Or disease? I suppose disease could be number three, but then where does the harem of lingerie-clad tequila-bearing sexbots fit in?"

"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?"

"What's he wishing for and do I like him?"

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

"Well, I think most of the people back home are really looking forward to me being first against the wall - what can I say, I'm irresistible. I'd be banking on my charm to get me by." It's said with utter sincerity. A cheesy grin would just be over the top.

"Otherwise...uh, I can consume impressive amounts of alcohol and party drugs, so maybe I could be used as a guinea pig for dangerous substances? Or I suppose there's always kicking the shit out of people or selling my ass. Would you say this is more of an American Revolution, a French Revolution or a," dramatic mushroom-cloud hand gesturing, "full-scale The Stand or Left Behind-style apocalypse?"

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

"Milk or dark. Just not anything that's been left out in the open by persons unknown." He's starting to think maybe he ate a "special" chocolate or something himself. Because seriously, Disneyland? His bar for insanity is set pretty high these days, but 2-D Mickey Mouse? What the fuck?

"'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.'"

"They should put you guys in charge of writing essay questions for AP Art History. The answer to everything could be 'What is Dada?'" Deciding nothing's currently about to jump out and kill him and he needs a drink to get through the rest of this, he pulls out a flask and takes a swig of bourbon. He rolls it around in his mouth for a minute before saying, "Pirates, for my beloved alma mater. And ninjas for the essential light-dark, yin-yang balance of the universe, and 'cause they're awesome."

"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?'"

"You're just asking? You're not actually going to ask me to turn out my pockets? Damn, security around here's getting lax."

He puts away the flask and smiles sweetly. "Nope, no sharp objects here."

((Logan Echolls, from Veronica Mars. Post hogwarts_hocus, where he was subjected to various emotional traumas and took various stupid risks. So, par for the canon course, pretty much.))

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[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

"Party drugs?" Katou says, walking up. Hey, Katou, pipes up his conscience, you're trying to quit, remember? "Got any on you?" You're quitting you know, you shouldn't be asking for drugs from strangers.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan gives Katou a quick once-over, considering some variation of what if I do? But a strange guy asking him for drugs as a conversation starter is probably not the best candidate for a bluff, here, especially as he doesn't know what else he might be up against.

All this flashes past, and is covered up by a lightning-quick smile. "Sorry, man. Been a while since my last trip to Tijuana. Just now I'm kinda wishing I did."

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

"Probably for the best anyway," Katou muttered, somewhat disappointed but mostly relieved. Then he realized he probably should introduce himself. "Katou. Welcome to Disneyland, creepiest place on... uh... Wherever we are."

[caycep]

"Thank god, someone else gets the Python reference," Cayce says with a grin. "Hi there. I'm Cayce Pollard."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Well, hi Cayce Pollard. I'm Logan Echolls." He bounces on the balls of his feet, looking her over. "Nice jacket. So, the people here don't go to midnight movies or own VCRs? God help us all."

[caycep]

"Hah, well, I think half the populace here is from places where they don't even have VCRs." She chuckled. "There's a couple of people here from a flat planet, if you can believe that."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Kira. Yeah, imagine that." Well, at least there's someone he knows. Although this kind of scratches the idea of Hogwarts having all been in his head...and would that have been a good thing or bad? Oh, who gave a shit anyway?

"So, uh, is it just me or did Scotland just get a lot sunnier and subject to corporate trademark?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Nothing funny about the Apocalypse, kid," says Crowley darkly.

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

"Nor the American Revolution," adds John from behind him.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan blinks at both of them, one after another. "Whereas the French Revolution was a barrel of monkeys, and I totally plan to become a guinea pig-slash-manwhore. I'm sorry, was I supposed to take those questions seriously?"

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Logan!"

She's overheard enough of his conversation with Kira to know that this is the boy she knew back at Hogwarts, a fact which comes at a considerable relief. "It's good to see you again," she says, smiling. "What happened?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Su!" Logan lights up a bit, and he grins. He'd heard she was okay, but after hearing there was an accident it's still a relief to see it for himself. "You tell me. I was just walking along minding my own business, and suddenly...M.I.C.K.E.Y. M.O.U.S.E. When did you get here? What do you think of California?"

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Actually, it's not California, I'm afraid." Without looking at it, she gestures in the direction of the void outside the gates. "I've been here for ... a month? Two? Time is almost impossible to calculate in this place." She really needs to start keeping hash marks on the wall, or something.

[skaffenamtiskaw]

Skaffen-Amtiskaw has been in a foul, foul mood for days. First the fight with Boba Fett, so abruptly brought to a close by the invisible park security; then the indignity of nearly losing a knife missile at the excavation site in front of nearly every resident of the park ... oh yes, it's been a very bad couple of weeks.

So the drone is not its usual polite self when it floats into the entrance plaza and sees the new boy.

"Ah. Another Sol-Earther. If you're a fair representative of your planet in the late twentieth century, it's probably a good thing we didn't stick around," it sneers.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

What fresh hell is this? Logan blinks up at the floaty metal thing that sounds like David Hyde Pierce with a pickled lemon up his ass. "I'll have you know," he says presently, "that I represent a very rarefied and loathsome subsect of humanity in the early twenty-first century. And I'm sure the People of the Pissy Floating Machinery would have had much to learn from our quaint but spiritually fulfilling ways, if they could only have overlooked their own prejudices."

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

John smirked. "Don't mind old Skaff, he just never stayed on Earth long enough to figure out what the purpose of college was." He held out his hand. "John Crichton. And what sort amazing power/skill do you have to end up in this place? Other than being impervious to various chemicals and intoxicants?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan shakes the man's hand with only a faint wariness under the smile. "Logan Echolls. I don't know, the power to make men with teenage daughters invest in handguns? But that's more of a collection of associated skills. How about you?"

[teacup-doll.livejournal.com]

Curious, Doll watches for a while, then asks Logan, "Excuse me, Arthur-san, what's a Python reference?" with a head tilt. Clearly this has become "the most important thing of the day" for her.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

French maid outfit. This must be the girl Katou was talking about. "It's a reference to an ancient English cult," he tells her with great seriousness. "The Pythons hold a lot of influence but it's hard to say how much. It's kept under wraps by the British government through the Ministry of Silly Walks."

"My name's actually not Arthur, though. That was just a cover, till I knew who I was dealing with. It's Logan. And you must be Katou's friend Doll."

[whistlingwizard.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Arthur-san!" Fay says, waving. "My name's Fay D. Flourite. And if anyone so far has told you this place is terrible," he says, with the air of a minor character with a very crucial role, "they are wrong. It really isn't so bad."

He smiles, one eyebrow quirked quizzically. "What's the difference between an American Revolution and a French one?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"One takes place in America. One takes place in France. Also there's more chicks knitting in the front rows at beheadings at the second," says Logan, just a little crisply. A bad joke is what it is, but what's with all the '-san's?

"So far everyone's pretty much been telling me it's not so bad. I'm duly alarmed."

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Okie-dokie, Logan. You ready to find out which of our excitin' lands you're gonna live in?" asks Mickey excitedly.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Golly gee, Mickey, I don't know!" smarms Logan back at him. "It's so hard to choose!"