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Cayce glared at her notes.

She'd gotten sloppy, she realized; she hadn't been keeping up with the new arrivals nearly as well as she should, and she hadn't updated the park census in forever. Which meant it was time to do this the easy way.

So a large sheet of paper went up on the park bulletin board.

Hi everyone.

As some of you know, I've been keeping track of the population of the park, just so that we know who's here and where we can find them. I need to update my records, so please put your name and where you live on this sheet.

Also, if there is anyone you know of who is missing you haven't seen in a while, mail me privately.

Thanks for your help,
Cayce Pollard
Starcade, Tomorrowland
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Leon still wasn't sure when the town meeting was going to be, but he realized that he and the police force should probably get working on a good argument for why they should be formed - he thought it was obvious but apparently he had been wrong - and more than that, he should've gotten started on a Code of Conduct ages ago, but this seemed as good a time as any to get started on one.

That, and though he checked in with Carrot nearly daily, he hadn't checked in with Una or Barnabas in a while, and he couldn't remember if he had given Barnabas a badge yet.

To the Disneyland Police Force,

There will be a meeting tomorrow at HQ at around midday to discuss various things.

-Chief Leon Orcot
[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
Percy had armed and disguised himself for his dangerous trip into Paris. Armand was in trouble. One of his league was in trouble, and he couldn't just leave him to his fate. It would be unfair. Armand had put his trust in Percy and in turn Percy always made sure never to break a dear friend's trust. Besides, it was his own fault Armand had been caught in the first place. All other plans to rescue the doomed Aristos would have to wait. He dismounted his horse and made his way through the darkness to where he knew his ship would be waiting to take him to France.

Suddenly, and quite strangely, he was no longer in the midst of the fog and brush and trees. He was...somewhere else. Somewhere bizarre. Somewhere strange. Something moved near to him and he stood straight, his normally drooping eyelids now set firmly open and aware. What was this madness? Where was he? Was this some kind of twisted French trap?

No, no, it did not feel like a trap. If it was not a trap, well, then where was he? He looked about and suddenly two figures appeared. They were strange creatures, very strange indeed, but considering his new surroundings perhaps they weren't so strange at all. His first instinct was to ask them what they were doing here, or more likely, what had they done to him, but he soon pushed down those Pimpernel-like dramatics and reverted to Percy the Fop. It was a part he played very well.

Only fools follow golden rules )


((This is Sir Percy Blakeney, otherwise known as the Scarlet Pimpernel. A wiki entry for your troubles. :D ))
[identity profile] veronica-pi.livejournal.com
Veronica decided that it was best for her sanity to spend as few waking hours in Toon Town (with its incessant music) as possible. She settled on a porch on Main Street USA across from the Penny Arcade to study her Calculus notes. Alternate dimension or no, she was not losing out on the Kane Scholarship.
[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com
((Backdated to this.))

To lose one child can be regarded as bad luck; to lose both smacks of carelessness.

It was with this aggravating thought that Susan stormed off into the park, seeking both Pearl and Calvin, or at least news of either. She was worried for Pearl, of course, the girl being new and all; but more than that, the attachment to Calvin that she hadn't quite realised she'd developed was tugging fiercely at her, and though she wouldn't admit it if asked, she was really worried that she'd deeply upset him, and wondered how exactly this could be fixed.

After a moment's pause at the statue, she picked a direction more or less at random and struck out for Fantasyland. Anyone who met her would probably note that she seemed much, much more irritable than usual.

((Feel free to help, hinder, or reassure. I figure Calvin will let himself be found when he's good and ready. ^_^))
[identity profile] dog-of-madness.livejournal.com
Barnabas spent at least a week considering all the various options open to him, looked at the message board several times - he could read quite well even if his limbs where not designed in the manner to allow him to write - then eventually came to an almost-conclusion and headed down Main Street to the Candy Palace.

He scratched on the open door with his blunt claws instead of knocking, and peered into the interior. "Count D, you there? Wondering if I could have a word..."

((Closed rp for Barnabas and D, and possibly with Leon later on.))
[identity profile] lestrade-md.livejournal.com
It was yet another busy day at PPTH. House had just been given a new patient so, of course, Lisa Cuddy had been plagued with complaints about him. It was the cycle of things. Annoyed next of kin, annoyed doctors, annoyed Wilson (though really she couldn’t blame him). And then, of course, House felt the need to come in every chance he got to talk her out of putting him on clinic duty. He had three other doctors working for him. Two hours in the clinic wasn’t going to hurt the patient. And it wasn’t as if House saw his patient unless he had to anyway.

And then Cameron came into Lisa’s office around three in the afternoon, also complaining about House. Apparently the cane-wielding doctor wouldn’t accept that the patient had lupus. Though honestly, in this case, House was the one who should have been complaining. Of course it wasn’t lupus. If it had been, House wouldn’t have been given the case. Lupus was far too easy to diagnose. The case would have gone to another doctor. She told Dr. Cameron this, and had her get back to work.

Lisa took a group of student interns on a tour of the hospital, then went back to her office to find House there. He’d brought her a cup of coffee, which was sweet of him. But if anyone knew that House was never sweet unless he wanted something. Sure enough he came out with it. He wanted to do an upper endoscopic ultrasound on his patient, and that was just out of the question. The patient’s throat would collapse and he could die. Fifteen minutes passed by, full of comments about how Lisa’s cleavage was not fit for the workplace and how House had to learn the meaning of the word no. Lisa turned him out of her office.

The last thing she remembered before appearing in this amusement park was gathering her coat and locking her office to leave for the night.

Read more... )

((Please welcome Lisa Cuddy from the TV show House MD. Though...I can't promise she'll be similarly welcoming.))
[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] dog-of-madness.livejournal.com
Well, if the Mouse thought he'd go to Toon Town quietly without finding Del first, he had another thing coming.

Fantasyland...he said Fantasyland...ah, here we are. Barnabas looked up at the street sign, then lowered his head to sniff the ground. Yeah, it's definitely strong here...

It was a good thing that he wasn't like other dogs, or else he might have missed the flash of colour in the corner of his eye. He snapped around, and stood quite still for a second, searching.

Then he started to run. "Del!" He barked. "Del!"
[identity profile] dog-of-madness.livejournal.com
A largish dog, a mongrel of sorts, trots out of the greyness, nose to what becomes the ground. It’s difficult to tell his breed – something wolfish to be sure; a kind of husky-German Shepherd-collie mix, grey-black and grey-white, big enough to be useful. Upon seeing the brick-like cobblestones, he looks up, and sits down with a thump.

“Not disneyland again. I'm going round in circles, here.” He says, thinking out loud. He doesn't seem to have noticed the void behind him.

Looking for the girl... )

((Barnabas the dog, from the Sandman graphic novels by Neil Gaiman. Originally a companion/pet of Destruction’s, and told to look after Delirium by him. The pup’s come looking for her, but don’t think that this app is Del only. Enjoy!))

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