[identity profile] tomato-fiend.livejournal.com
Dear Sir Percy,

I do believe at some point you made the offer of letting me hear you on the 'glass harmonica' in all it's wonderous glory. I was rather bored and thought perhaps, if you were not busy, I could bring my saxephone and I can hear you play. I would be most interested.

Sincerely,
Count Duckula
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[personal profile] markoftherani
The inside of the Rani's TARDIS was an unholy mess.

Universal catastrophe imminent )

***

And now the application proper )

((Say hello to the Rani, mad scientist and villainess extraordinaire from classic Doctor Who. She's taken from a point after the end of Time and the Rani. Note that for the sake of my brain, she currently looks more like she does in Mark of the Rani -- long straight hair, fitted jacket, leather trousers, boots with wicked heels. No poofy 1980s hair and space-cadet getup. Here's a screencap gallery. Check out her userinfo for background tl;dr, video links, and other fun and games. The muns for the Doctor and the Master have given their enthusiastic permission to torture their characters even more.))
[identity profile] imyourking.livejournal.com
Dear Park Residents!

I am looking for people who can play instruments! Instruments that would fit well with a rock band! If you do, and have access to said instruments, or know someone who does, send me a letter!

Signed,

The Angel of Virtue


It had taken him hours to come up with a good name. He had to keep his identity secret to keep the band a surprise.
[identity profile] geekslayerette.livejournal.com
Willow got back to her feet, hand up over her eyes, wincing at the blazing brightness of the light--it had been dark just a couple of minutes ago, and her head didn't hurt like it should if something had knocked her out again... What was going on?

It was summer, everything was supposed to be slow during the summer, and Buffy had been right there... no, this couldn't be happening. She knew this place, too. She and Xander and Jesse had come here when they were eight, with her Mom and Dad--they'd thought it was important, somehow.

She stared at the cartoon mouse and the... //the real Cheshire Cat? No, I don't want to meet you, and I want to wake up now!//

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

"Wh-why do you want to know?" the redheaded teenager asked, one hand sliding down into her bag for a stake, wondering what kind of mage had made a two-dimensional Mickey Mouse, and how she could even see it without any kind of depth to it and why it wanted her name. Names were power, she knew that, now, and she wasn't about to give anything that looked this much like a spell her name. No way, she wasn't stupid.

We're not in California anymore? Or... are we? )

OOC: This is Willow Rosenberg from BtVS, from early in the summer after Graduation. Shouldn't be any spoilers, I hope, for canon from 1999. And Xander-mun knows I'm here.
[identity profile] soho-angel.livejournal.com
mood: restless

I am pleased to announce the opening of Fell's Tea and Sundries in the Cafe Orleans, located near the Pirates of the Carribbean ride in New Orleans Square. All park residents are invited to stop by and refresh themselves any time they like.

Cordially,

E. Fell


It seemed a shame to let the pleasant little cafe sit unused, after all... )
[identity profile] tomato-fiend.livejournal.com
Duckula had a good feeling about today, he really did. For once, he might strike it lucky, be famous, something. People might actually listen when he played, rather than be those uneducated philistines that ran at the thought of him singing. It wasn't like he was bad. In fact, he was FABULOUS. It's just nobody ever listened.

Well, today, they were going to listen. He spent a while fixing up microphones and speaker systems and things, all with his very own wings, and once he was satisfied, he thought he'd start off with playing his saxaphone and seeing if the people he talked to responded to the magical call of his music. So after a little fussing around, he kicked off with the saxaphone bit from Tuxedo Junction, as it was rather appropriate for his attire, and it was flawless. Not just normal good, but he hit every single note, despite his obvious lack of opposable thumbs and lips. He was spectacular.

As long as there were no corpses around, he might actually pull this off.
[identity profile] tomato-fiend.livejournal.com
Duckula sent these invitations to everyone in the park, in hope that whilst he was here, he might just fulfill his dream of becoming famous. Maybe.

Count Duckula cordially invites you to...

Jazz and Juggling Extravaganza I!!!!

Hosted by Count Duckula! Starring...Count Duckula! Produced by Count Duckula!

It shall be held in the Town Square on Monday evening. If there's enough demand, I'll do more.

No need to R.V.S.P. just turn up! Jazz and fun for everyone!

p.s. if anyone has an instrument and wants to come join in, send me a letter.
[identity profile] brain-wb.livejournal.com
With the final solder put in place, Brain raises his welding mask up from his face and puts down the Bic lighter. Wiping sweat from his brow he stands back and looks at his newest invention.

"So Brain." comes a high pitched voice from behind a stack of wires, "What are we gunna do tonight?"

"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!" Brain starts walking toward a set of switches he has lined up.

"Come here Pinky. This is my latest invention." Brain sweeps his arm with a great flourish showing off a metal platform with humming Tesla coils all around it. "With a flick of these switches I can teleport myself anywhere in the world. By doing this I can then rearrange all the mailing address and billing statements at the credit card companies around the world and send the bills to that crazy rabbit over in lab 5. By doing this it will cause an economic collapse when he tries to pay for everything in carrots. With the world economy in disarray, I will step forward and purchase all the ranch dressing stocks. Do you know what this means, Pinky?"

"Ummm..." Pinky scratches behind an ear. "But how will we get all the monkeys to play dueling banjos?"

Brain slaps his hand against his forehead and silently counts to a trillion.

"No, Pinky. It means that all those carrots will go to waste unless they buy our brand of ranch dressing. In that dressing we will be using an extract that will cause people to blindly follow commands from a specific frequency. Which we will use the satellite dish on top of the labs to send forth. People will then have an incredible urge to come here and bow down and worship me as their one and true king!"

"Oooo...NARF!!  That's great Brain."

Then Pinky trips over a wire while balancing a food pellet on the end of his nose. As he falls backwards, Brain is standing on the metal platform checking out one of the coils. Pinky lands on the switches and with an audible CLICK there is a humming of power and a blinding flash of light.

Brain feels as if every atom in his body is ripped apart and slammed together at once as energy cascades all over his body. With an audible POP! Brain is gone.

POP!

A large gate is looming before him cheerful music can be heard behind the gates and a HUGE mouse is standing before Brain.

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

Brain instantly recognizes Mickey. "Why yes, my name is Brain."

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

I am the other mouse that is trying to take over the world! )
[identity profile] under-arrest-d.livejournal.com
((...Spamity spam spam?))

Letters to Duzell, Tim Drake, Skaffen-Amtiskaw, Pippi Longstocking, Michael, Jeliza-Rose, Superboy, Richard Foley, Sara and Fred Weasley )

Then, on the bulletin board, Leon wrote:

If you're currently living in a land that you were not sorted into, please state your name and the land the Mouse assigned you. Also, if you happen to know where any of the missing people had been living/sorted to, please let me know.

He contemplated putting his name on it, since he knew he had made his fair share of enemies, but then decided that putting "just put it here or address your letters to 'the guy who made the announcement'" would just raise more suspicion.

-Count D

Added as an afterthought is:

Also, how long you've been here and if anyone has gone missing and returned, how long they were missing for. And if anyone has that information for the missing people, please let me know.
[identity profile] i-don-quixote.livejournal.com
An aged man comes tottering up to the gates, dressed in battered leather armor and carrying a slightly bent lance from which flies a shabby pennant. His white-bearded face, clearly designed for scholarly gentleness and dignity, has somehow acquired an expression of fanatical confusion. A sword hangs off-kilter at his side, and upon his head is draped a grimy dishcloth beneath an inverted bronze shaving basin.

His rheumy old eyes are fixed on the spires of Sleeping Beauty's castle as though he is witnessing a long-awaited miracle.

Mickey coughs theatrically. 'What is your name?'... )
[identity profile] philosopher-rex.livejournal.com
A thirty-foot-tall, bright green talking Tyrannosaurus Rex appears outside the gates. "Oh my goodness! I seem to have been transported to an alternate dimension, just like Utahraptor that one time!" T-Rex gasps. That's what he assumes must have happened, anyway, until he looks around and realizes that a.) nobody has a goatee and b.) everything is tiny! What has happened?!

Read more... )
[identity profile] caveatempter.livejournal.com
'...vanish away,/And never be met with again!' )

((Bringing back in Count D, from Petshop of Horrors! He's brought from the end of the series, and he remembers everything, anyway, from his experiences at the park.))
[identity profile] john-adams-1776.livejournal.com
John awoke at his usual early hour on the morning of the town meeting. He dressed with slightly more than usual care in his suit of clothes from home, broke his fast with a light meal, and headed to the Golden Horseshoe to ensure that things were the way he wanted.

The chairs and small tables were already perfectly arranged, but John dragged a podium he found backstage out to the front of the curtain. Then he bustled about in the kitchen area setting out drinks and whatever small snacks he could find back there.

Before long, interested citizens began filing in and he went up to the podium. There was no microphone because he'd never heard of such a thing, but John Adams never had difficulty making himself heard.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. If you would please pick up any refreshments you'd care for and take your seats, we'll begin in just a few minutes."
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[personal profile] caycep
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
[identity profile] tomato-fiend.livejournal.com
Duckula was bored, and out on a wander. He passed by the pond and noticed an abundance of ducks. An abundance of ducks which he was very sure weren't there before. He came by the pond often, in the vague hope of making a friend, but all these ducks were just too stupid.

But, in his optimistic spirit, he thought maybe some of these new ducks would be talkative. Maybe if he offered them a broccoli sandwich, they might be more amenable. He shuffled off to the nearest place he could get his hands on some broccoli, made a plate of sandwiches, and set off back to the pond, making a comical job of trying to see around the plate.

Finally, he sat himself down on the edge of the pond, tucked into one sandwich himself and waited for some ducks to gather, swinging his legs into the water. He threw a sandwich to the nearest duck and attempted to open conversation, "I'm Duckula, who are you? It's nice to meet another duck, you know. So many people around here, it's a little scary." Everything was a little scary without Igor or Nanny. He sighed and took another bite of his sandwich. One of these ducks would talk to him. One day.
[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 ))

Open RP

Sep. 5th, 2007 04:16 pm
[identity profile] nigihyami.livejournal.com
The constant warmth, he decided, was nice, if not very good for him.

Not to let sleeping dragons lie... )

((Post-whoring. Dun wanna lose my dragon, so come say hi, pls.))
[identity profile] tomato-fiend.livejournal.com
((Sorry I disappeared. Birthday on Saturday, piles of university forms on Sunday, got a bit lost.))

Duckula was tired. An unusual phenomenon for a vampire, admittedly, but he was tired. It was getting dark and he wasn't sure if he wanted a midnight snack, or if he wanted to get some sleep. Either way, he didn't know where to go for them. The mouse-cousin-something had told him New Orleans Square, so despite being sure he'd asked his castle to go to California, not Louisiana, he found a map and made his way there.

Problem was, once he was there, he didn't have a clue where to go. There was a large house which made him feel significantly more at home, but to be honest, it was his original intention to get away from home. At least it was sunny here. He just wished Nanny and Igor were here, along with his castle. What he'd give right now to see a friendly and familiar face, rather than all these definately 3-D people and a mouse he didn't know.

With this, Duckula gave up on his wander through his new home and kicked the dirt, hoping someone would turn up and tell him where he could get food and where he was actually allowed to sleep. Skaffen had said something about a Ms Sneddon, but where was her restaurant? He was lost, he was sure of it.
[identity profile] tomato-fiend.livejournal.com
Count Duckula was very, very sick and tired of this weather. If there was one thing gloomier than Transylvania, it was Transylvania on a wet Tuesday, and if there was one thing gloomier than Transylvania on a wet Tuesday, it was Transylvania on a wet Tuesday and Igor telling him he should like it. However, this was one of the many benefits of having a travelling castle. After much deliberation and crossing some of his more vampiric cousins off the list, much to Igor’s disappointment, they decided that if they wanted sunshine, they’d have to take the castle out of the deep depths of Transylvania and into the uncharted territory of America.

The problem was, as it usually was with the Count, that something had to go wrong along the line. It had been happening ever since he was reincarnated, and was only destined to continue this time. He bounded down the stairs into the coffin-come-portal and shouted nice and clearly, “California!” as the familiar flash of his castle disappearing into thin air surrounded him.

He grinned as the castle had obviously appeared at its destination and he was looking forward to some much-needed sun, which on reflection (oh, he thought he was so funny) was an odd thing for a vampire to want, but he was no ordinary vampire. He was a duck, for a start. A vegetarian one, too. He ran out of the castle door, only to find him faced with a mouse and a significantly more 3-D cat. “Igor! Where are we? I didn’t realise I had a mouse relative. In fact, I’d say that was significantly impossible.” Expecting a snarky comment from Igor and a large crash as Nanny negotiated her way out of the castle, the Count turned around, only to find no Igor, no Nanny and no castle. “Igor?” he asked tentatively, “Nanny?” he sounded a little desperate by now, not liking the idea of being all on his own in this strange world, “Von Goosewing?” That guy followed him everywhere; even to Spain, he had to be here. Apparently not. He was being talked to now, so he decided that Nanny and Igor would turn up soon enough, they’d probably gone for a walk or Nanny had sat on Igor again.
Castle? Nanny? Igor? Ohdear. )

((Count Duckula, an ancient British cartoon vampire duck. Originally in Dangermouse, but this is based on the spin-off cartoon, Count Duckula. I have lots and LOTS of videos if anyone wants me to upload one. XD))

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