Open RP

Aug. 20th, 2007 05:11 pm
[identity profile] no1likeher.livejournal.com
It occurs to Pippi after some days exploration of the park that she did tell Susan that she would drop by the First Aid Station for a chat.

She walked past the Plaza Inn and stopped.

Corn Dog truck on the left, coffee shop on the right.

She wondered if she should bring anything.

Very fine people always brought something when they called on somebody socially.

Corn dog? Coffee?

Corn dog.

Coffee.

Hmmm.

[[ooc: for susan, but open if anybody would like to chat

Open RP

Jul. 17th, 2007 09:35 am
[identity profile] lestrade-md.livejournal.com
Lisa was sick and tired of this place. She wanted to be home. There were people that needed her. She ran a hospital, for God's sake. People relied on her. She couldn't really be stuck here forever. Though, in all honesty, what she was most afraid of was that she wasn't needed. That she was easily replaced. That someone else was sitting in her office, doing her job.

No, she couldn't think like that. She had to keep hoping that she'd get out of this garish, overly-commercialized amusement park. Though really she couldn't help but wonder if that jerk Bernard Black had any success with his prison wine.

At any rate, she was currently sitting on a bench near one of the...how many fountains were there in this place? Honestly, what else was there to do in this place, other than wander around aimlessly or sit and stare off into space? You'd think that she would find something to do in an amusement park, but...her mind was on too many other things to truly enjoy anything.

Open RP

Jul. 6th, 2007 07:49 pm
[identity profile] shirtsnotred.livejournal.com
Shaun had found himself in Disneyland, walking around with a slightly bewildered look on his face. He'd always imagined himself coming to Disneyland when he was little, he'd always wondered if it would be any better than Alton Towers. Not knowing his way around, he had managed to walk all the way around in a circle before returning back to the entrance and picking up a map.

Holding his cricket bat loosely at his side, Shaun looked around for someone to talk to. There had to be someone that could explain all this to him. He was still slightly convinced that he was in a dream. "Hello? Echo!" He shouted, rather amused. This was one of his more ... strange ... dreams.
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
[[I know people are coming and going on hiatus for vacation or moving and other summer things, so just respond whenever possible. Of course, I don't expect ducked characters to respond. Thank-you.]]

Adam )

Aziraphale )

John Crichton )

Demyx )

Fay )

Ichigo )

Rukia )

Nana )

Psyche )

River )

Skaffen )

Sunshine )
[identity profile] ningyou-hime.livejournal.com
Shortly after talking with Control, Chii made a post on the bulletin board:

Dear everyone in the park,

Chii has recently learned that people come from somewhere else before Disneyland. Chii learned a lot about a place callled Great Britain from Control-san, and now Chii wants to learn about other places. Also, Chii wants to know where everyone else came from. So please give Chii your name and where you lived?

Chii especially wants to know where Fay-mommy, Kuro-daddy and Sakura-sister came from. And Chii thanks you ahead of time.

Chii is from Disneyland. Chii lives here.

~ Chii
[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
There is a faint *pop*, and a parachutist lands in the entrance plaza. She removes goggles and an old-fashioned leather flying helmet, revealing ironic grey eyes, chestnut-brown hair, and a beautiful, sculpted face. She unsnaps her parachute harness, rolls up the webbing and silk expertly, shrugs her pack to the ground, and unfastens her olive-drab field jacket. This done, she takes in her surroundings with a bemused expression.

"Well, sod. Lord Jagged!" she calls out. "Werther? Jherek? Christia? Is this one of yours?" Her voice is mellow and very English.

When Mickey first addresses her, she stares, dumbstruck, and starts to laugh. "Oh, come on now, Jagged, very funny."

Una's application )

((Una Persson is from Michael Moorcock's wide-ranging multiverse. Due to her very complicated history and the crisscrossed timelines of the stories, it doesn't particularly matter where in the canon she comes from; anything that's happened to her in the books can be assumed to have happened to the version of her that appears here. The inventory of what she arrives with is detailed here. More tl;dr in the userinfo and the LJ.))
[identity profile] i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com
(some time after her fevery/craziness episode. Probably a few weeks while she scrounged up materials. I know Adam wanted in on this one, but anyone's free to join in at their leisure. Warning for Dean in advance: if he comes into this, he's gonna get attacked. Not in a bad way per se, but I still thought the warning would be fair. XD And now there's a post on Starbuck's journal, So everyone can get a better idea of how this game goes.)

She got the ball. What she needed was the court.

Probably should have thought of that ahead of time, huh? )
[identity profile] stylishtartan.livejournal.com
After his search and unhelpful conversation with Leon, Aziraphale decided it was time to talk to someone who might have some answers. Of course, getting these answers might be more difficult, but he still had to try. Aziraphale contemplated the best way to go about this. There was no sense in trying to trick Adam, and bribing him with sweets and tea wouldn't help, either. Aziraphale tended to be civil by default, but he also knew that whether or not Adam personally liked him probably wouldn't change much. Still, it'd be easier for Aziraphale to feel comfortable.

Finally, he penned a letter.

Letter )

Letters

Apr. 17th, 2007 09:19 pm
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
[[Sorry for the spammage, but I wanted to get this done before anything ELSE happens, and before I go on hiatus.]]

Nana )

Adam )

Aziraphale )
[identity profile] ibrakeforgoats.livejournal.com
With a slight pop! and a brief shot of flame, a tallish figure appears. It soon becomes evident that he has small black horns, cloven hooves, and a bit of a paunch.

Well, now. This is different. )

((The Devil is from The Devil's Storybook and The Devil's Other Storybook by Natalie Babbitt. He is barely similar to the usual Satan stereotype--yeah, he's the Devil, but he's not the Devil. This can take place in either book, since there's no real plot, just short stories of his various escapades.))
[identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
Adam was swimming. He'd found some Mickey Mouse swim trunks in one of the stores in Frontierland and he had a huge lake as a front porch, so why not? It was more fun than taking the raft, anyway, and he tended not to get sunburn, despite his fair colouring.

Eventually, he pulled himself out of the water. Expecting that a walk would dry him off, he ran his fingers through his short, damp, golden curls and headed off in a random direction.

If anyone wanted to talk to an incredibly hot half-naked young man who resembles some kind of bronzed Greek God, the antichrist a kind-hearted boy, they'd be welcome.

[identity profile] timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com
Wilbur exits his time machine in Todayland, and is a bit annoyed to see that Todayland has become Main Street somehow. That really wasn’t where he wanted to go. Turning back to the time machine, he’s even more annoyed – and quite a bit freaked out, honestly – to see that it is no longer there. “Not again, not again!” he moans, then glances around nervously to make sure his parents aren’t near.

Wait just a minute… )

((This is Wilbur, from the new Meet the Robinsons movie. Very cute, by the way, you should all go see it. He’s taken from just after the end of the movie, which I suppose means it’ll be a little spoiler-y, but I’ll try not to let it be too obvious what happens in the movie. Did that sentence make sense?))
[identity profile] irrepressible-c.livejournal.com
Calvin and Hobbes sit near the front entrance end of Main Street, at a small stand they've made out of an upturned cardboard box. They're bickering cheerfully; if you're actually listening, references are being made to explosions and (mysteriously) noodles, but generally the conversation is hovering around Category 2 on the Insult Storm Scale.

The magic-marker lettered sign on the stand reads:

TRUTH
25¢


((Come question/chat with/harass Calvin!))
[identity profile] cruelty-child.livejournal.com
Kadaj did not expect to open his eyes again. Or, if he did, he expected to see... another place. Not here. Wherever here was...

Another place. And a face, maybe. A face to match a voice...

Instead he sees sky. He sits up, making the sort of normal little "Mm," noise that comes with such an action, placing one hand to his head to steady the Planet. "Mother...?" he murmurs quietly, then scrambles up, getting to his feet and looking about wildly. "Mother!"

She said, ''You ain't no son of mine''... )

((Kadaj, from Final Fantasy: Advent Children! He's a little off-balance from being alive when he didn't expect to be, and especially from not finding Jenova--his "Mother." Feel free to come by and poke at him. He's actually not often saner than this.))
[identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
Setsuna,

Hallo! I jus' wanted to let you know that I've moved into Tom Sawyer's cabin where it seems that someone else used to live - but he doesn't seem to be around anymore - an' I was wonderin' if you and maybe Kira wanted to explore the island with me sometime. I found a treehouse already and an indian camp with teepees and everythin'.

Hope you're doin' well,
Adam

[identity profile] girl-or-weapon.livejournal.com
River was dreaming. But really, can you call it dreaming if what you're dreaming isn't a dream, but a nightmare? River rarely had dreams anymore; she hardly even remembered what they were like. No, River was having a nightmare.

Tonight, like many other nights, she was back in the Academy, having tests run. As they shoved a needle in through her forehead, she screamed and tried to reach up and pull it out, but the metal bands around her wrists kept them firmly down on the arms of the metal chair she was strapped to. "What do you see?" they asked her.

What did she see? It was hard to see through the tears that clouded her vision, but it almost looked like... Mickey Mouse?

She shot up in bed with a gasp, barely able to keep from screaming.

She climbed out of bed, shaking like a leaf, and made her way out of her room. "Simon?" she called out weakly.

Upon leaving her room, she wasn't where she expected to be anymore. She didn't even appear to be on Serenity anymore. Was she hallucinating? Where was she? And why were Mickey Mouse and the Cheshire Cat approaching her?

Application! )

((Apping River Tam from Firefly/Serenity. This River is from after Firefly, but before Serenity.))
[identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
A young man, about twenty years old and ethereally beautiful arrives at the entrance to the park. He has radiant blond curls, stormy grey eyes, and appears entirely flawless in face and form. The effect is somewhat spoiled, however, by his grubby t-shirt, unstylish torn jeans, and trainers with holes in the toes. Looking around, he smiles, and the world is contained in that smile.

As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips )


((Adam Young is from the novel Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. He is the Antichrist (not that many people know that) and entirely omnipotent (ditto, although sensitive characters would be able to tell that he's incredibly powerful). I have permission from the Good Omens' players to bring him into the game and permission from the mods to have an all-powerful character. But don't worry. He's not really a smiting kind of boy. Adam is being played post-Hogwarts.))

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