Party time.

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

There was an announcement on the bulletin board.

"COME ONE, COME ALL to a
PARTY TO REMEMBER!

MUSIC! DANCING! MARGARITAS! PIZZA!

WHERE: Star Tours, Tomorrowland
WHEN: Tonight, sundown
WHO: You, of course

RSVP not required; just bring an open mind and your dancing shoes!

-- *there are scribbles here, as if several signatures were written and then crossed out* John Crichton and I will kill you, you damn son of a"

Harvey smiled as he admired his handiwork. It'd been too long since he'd gotten out to see John's friends.

John glared from behind bars. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I'm making an effort to meet these nice people. After all, it doesn't do to stay cooped up in your head all day. It's unhealthy. Liable to make me a sociopath." Harvey grinned unnervingly. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

((As threatened, Harvey wants to party. Heh. It rhymes. Use the thread below for discussion, partying, what-not. Meet John! Meet Harvey! Meet both in the same sentence!

Also, apologies for not being around more -- both Real Emo Life and school have been kicking my ass something fierce.))

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[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"Because you don't look twenty-one, and last I checked, Disneyland was in the U.S.A. So show your ID, or you won't be getting anything to drink."

Sorry to butt in...

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

Out of mild interest to meet other people and to see what kind of a drink a 'margarita' was, Kohaku headed to the alloted place. It sounded like alcohol, but to the young dragon it could have just as easily been a type of exotic crab.

He arrived just in time to see someone who was clearly some kind of authority figure reaming out someone who, equally, clearly wasn't. He walked up behind the taller man in time to hear his last word, and couldn't resist saying, "Actually, you're wrong. We're not in the United States of America at all, so I hardly see why identification is necessary. Unless you want confirm your own identity, of course."

He hadn't meant to say that last one. It had just slipped out, honestly.

Re: Sorry to butt in...

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"Disneyland is in Anaheim, California. I should know, I lived in LA. I don't care if we can't leave, Disneyland is still Disneyland." At Kohaku's request that Leon show his ID, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and flashed his badge, as well as his driver's license. "Leon Orcot, LAPD Homicide Detective. Happy, kiddo?"

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

"The real one might be, but any fool could see that this isn't anywhere near those places you mentioned." This is a very modern human reaction, he told himself. Show them anything supernatural and the first thing they do is create a 'plausible' excuse. But that didn't stop him from wanting to eat the man out of instant dislike.

At Leon's last statement, Kohaku pulled his features into a politely blank expression, and nodded. "Pleased to meet you, Detective Orcot. Could you please refrain from mispronoucing my name in the future, though? It's Kohaku, not kiddo."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"Alternate dimension or not, it's still Disneyland, and Disneyland is where it is." It wasn't that Leon didn't believe in the supernatural now. It was just that he really wanted to do his cop duty. Well, and he was hoping this was kind of like the real Disneyland. He hadn't realized until he found D, but he had missed America.

"Kohaku, huh? You ain't that guardian dragon that D told me about, are you?" The last dragon Leon had saw was bigger. And dragonyer. And it had three heads.

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it is disneyland. And it is an different dimension." Good doggie, have a milk bone. He spoke slowly, as though to a dim child. Stupid human. "But why do you think that preventing others from having alcohol will help matters?"

However, he couldn't keep the suprise from his face at the cop's last question. "You know D-sama?"

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"I think stopping people from breaking the law will help matters," Leon growled. He did not enjoy being treated like an idiot.

"And yeah, I know D. We're..." Well, they weren't really friends, were they? They kind of were. "We've known eachother for a while now. His real name's Deesahmah?" That was the weirdest name he had ever heard in his life.

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

"Who set down a law that said that applies here, though? If I didn't know better to accuse you of such a thing, Detective, I would say you're trying to take it into your own hands." There's amusement in those green eyes, which erupts into fully-fledged laughter at Leon's confusion.

"No," He manages to explain, when he calms slightly, "-sama is an honorfic, like Mr or Mrs in western terms."

Not quite the right explaination, but it will be worth it to see the Detective's face next time he goes to Japan and uses it the street.

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"The laws of the U.S.A. apply here. Disneyland is an American trademark! Mickey Mouse is an American trademark, and I'm sure he'd agree."

Leon coloured slightly when Kohaku started laughing at him. "Is that so?" he muttered.

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

Kohaku, now back to his calm and collected appearance, raised an eyebrow. "Mickey mouse? Could you possibly decribe this character for me, detective?"

He has a sneaking suspicion, but doesn't want to be proved wrong if he is.

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"D says Mickey Mouse interviews everyone who comes. He's the serial killer who's kidnapped us. You've probably seen him."

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

The amusement's back. "So what you're saying, detective, is that a serial killer is an admirable trademark that would doubtless abhor underage drinking? I'm sorry, but I somewhat fail to see your logic in the matter."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon fumed. "Be quiet!" he growled. "Or I'll arrest you for provoking a police officer."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan let out a chirpy little laugh, almost a giggle. "You know, it's funny, I don't quite know where to start here...gosh..." He paused for a moment, index finger held thoughtfully to his mouth, then seemed to come to a decision. "Okay, number one in no particular order: 'last time you checked'? Exactly how long ago was that? 'Cause if the U.S.A. has suddenly appeared outside the gates here, I've got a couple of appointments I should really be keeping."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon glared. He really, really hated kids who thought they were smartasses. "Listen here," you little smart ass, "Disneyland is in America. I don't care if this is some sort of alternate Disneyland, it's still located in America." Or something.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Oh, Logan didn't just think he was a smartass. "It's also in Paris and Toyko, where I could have started legally drinking, oh, almost ten years after I actually did. Should I have brought my passport for those giant gray nothings? Which leads me to point two: what if I don't have any ID? What if..." giant puppy-dog eyes, "I left it in my other pants? Which I left at school. Magic school. In Scotland. Can you direct me to the nearest DMV office?"

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

((...Cutting a break. That's one I've never heard before.))

"Last I checked, Mickey didn't question us in Japanese or French. And I was just in Paris, I didn't see a Disneyland there." He laughed at the next. "Yeah, sure, a magic school in Scotland. And I actually a Soviet spy." He had been willing to believe that maybe the kids ID wasn't in Disneyland, but at the mention of a magic school in Scotland, he didn't really feel like cutting the kid much slack.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Logan looked suddenly, terribly concerned. "Oh, I...I don't quite know to tell you this, Mr. Manfredjinsinjin (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095159/quotes), but you aren't. Not anymore, that is. Seeing as how there's no Soviet Union anymore. I hope...no, it couldn't have been your stupidity that lost the Cold War. After all, it's no worse than your unbelievable lack of a fucking imagination..."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha," Leon reached for his cuffs, and then realized that he really had no where to haul this kid. "There's a time and place for listening to fairytales, and now's not one of them."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, you're right, how silly of me, this is Tomorrowland, not Fantasyland. I bet you Mickey would forgive me for telling fairy tales, though. You know, Mickey Mouse? Who's apparently the only actual authority around here? As opposed to the pathetic petty dick-swinging bullshit you're trying to pull at the moment?"

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"Mickey is a kidnapper and a murderer," Leon growled. "The day he tells me how to do my job and I listen is the day I turn in my badge for good."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"He's a...? You know, you don't look like an anti-corporate activist. So who would you be turning in your badge, exactly? I'm sure Mickey wouldn't mind if you kept it. Especially since you seem to need it as an erectile dysfunction aid."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was not going to lose his temper with this kid, he was not going to lose his temper with this kid, he was not. Besides, he was right. Leon really didn't have any real authority here. Besides, the kid wasn't actually drinking. "I'll be keeping eye on you, kiddo," he said after a moment. "And if I need to, I'll make a jail myself."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Gosh, I've never had a police officer make vague and unperformable threats to me before. I am impressed. Especially with the suggestion that you would, with no jurisdiction whatso-fucking-ever, grab someone you identified as a minor and forcibly confine him against his will. There's a word for that...you just said it a second ago, actually...hang on, it'll come to me..."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon wondered how bad it would be if he beat the snot out of this kid. It didn't take long for him to decide that would probably be a very bad idea. This was exactly what happened when parents didn't raise their kids right. "It's called 'arresting.' I'm sure you're quite familiar with the term."