[identity profile] thbbt-beep.livejournal.com
Artoo rolled down Main Street, whistling to himself. He was in a very happy mood, because the Doctor had given him a present. It was something he had never had before and he was eager to show his friends in the park. He thought maybe he would go looking for John or Setsuna or Pippi or Cayce. Or maybe he would run into someone. He would like to surprise someone.

Be Ours.

Feb. 14th, 2008 12:07 am
[identity profile] mickey-cops.livejournal.com
The music, mercifully, didn't start until an hour after dawn, and it was at around elevator music-volume and fairly ignorable until you started noticing what a bizarre jumble of songs from throughout recording history it was. As a matter of fact, it rather sounded as though forces with very little taste of their own had just cued up a random mix of anything labeled "love song," however appropriate or inappropriate, and had done with it. And then locked the door of the radio room behind them.

The decorations, however, had gone up at midnight, and if you'd been awake you might have seen them go up - strings of white and red heart-shaped lights unrolling and flinging themselves from place to place, great bunches of foil heart balloons tied here and there, vases of long-stemmed roses gently set down everywhere.

The shops were filled with formal wear; the restaurants, empty and attended alike, were lit with candles. All the water rides in the park gained little banners above their entrances reading "Tunnel of Love," and the characters within seemed to be doing a lot more offering of flowers and chocolates to each other than usual. (It was hard to say whether this was more disturbing from the pirates or from B'rer Rabbit and B'rer Fox.)

And every person in the park, whenever they woke up, found by their pillow a little pile of valentines, personalized just for them to send out, and a helpful list of all the people they might want to ask to be theirs. In other words, everyone. Oh, and a box of candy hearts, also personalized with adorable mottos.

Welcome to the most romantic place on Earth. Or...somewhere.

((Mushy songs to be posted here, OOCly and to your heart's content. Also feel free to comment here about your character's valentines and their reaction thereunto, or if you wish, to start a new post for those purposes. The lock's just a mundane deadbolt, so if your character gets fed up and decides to break it/pick it/use a spell on it they should be able to get in and take over.

Happy Valentine's Day!))
[identity profile] jazz-the-man.livejournal.com
He's stuck there, he might as well find something to do with his time.

Only problem is, these roads don't seem made for vehicles, except for some of the main ones, and even then, it's a bit cramped. )
[identity profile] jazz-the-man.livejournal.com
The large silvery robot tumbled through the black to land flat on his back in the park's entrance. He lay there for a moment, stunned, and then flipped to his feet and dropped into a defensive position, shield out and open and looking warily for the Decepticons he'd been fighting just seconds (minutes, hours, days?) before. He relaxed marginally when no enemy fire rained down upon him, straightening up enough to actually look around.

Where in Primus' name am I? )

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