[identity profile] grimsirius.livejournal.com
Sirius had taken a stroll down past Main Street earlier in the day to pick up some food and a few more amusing shot glasses (He didn't have alcohol per se, although he did know a spell to conjure vodka that tastes more like pain thinner, but he thought he ought to save them up, anyway). Somewhere down there, in the vicinity of the noticeboard, he had an idea.


In Sirius' typical loopy scrawl:

James )

Written in neat and careful handwriting, despite the ink blots:

Remus )
[identity profile] stylishtartan.livejournal.com
Muttering something to himself about 'doing all the work around here indeed,' Aziraphale makes his way to the public noticeboard, a piece of paper in his hand. Once he reaches the noticeboard, he reads the paper one last time, sighs, and then with a discreet wave of his hand, tacks it to the board.

Public Library

For those among you wanting for entertainment other than that offerred by the park rides, I have a small collection of books that may be of interest. If there is a particular book you are looking for, send a letter to Mr. Fell, Main Street, and I will be happy to look for it for you. If you merely wish to browse, you will find me on Main Street above the firehouse willing to assist you.

--Mr. Fell


He gives the notice one last, nervous readthrough, before walking away. It's the right thing to do, he reminds himself. One musn't be selfish in a place like this.

((If there is a specific book, he may will it into being for you if you ask nicely. Otherwise, his selection is pretty much confined to the early 20th century, classics, a few volumes of poetry, children's books, and one Bible.))
[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com
Hallowe'en! James can't help smiling when he notices the decorations. Hallowe'en has always been one of his favourite holidays. He'd be much happier if he could spend it with Lily and Harry (much, much happier), but he supposes since that's quite impossible, he should make the best of it.

Quickly, he finds a some paper and a pen, and writes two letters.

Letter to Sirius )


Letter to Remus )
[identity profile] katou-moon.livejournal.com
((FYI, the Katou/Setsuna fight happens after this to avoid inevitable absentees. And just because you didn't reply to the happy letter thread doesn't mean you can't come or still reply to it. XD; ))

Katou smiled as he gathered some chips and pop and the like from Disneyland and piled them into the Matterhorn ride. He had checked out the room that Sirius had decided upon earlier and all in all was quite pleased.

Upon deciding he had enough snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, he opened up a bottle of rootbeer, jumped into the ride, and headed up to the room to finish getting things ready and to wait for people to show up.
[identity profile] katou-moon.livejournal.com
((XDD I hope this is okay. XDD;; Once again, if anyone can't read any words, feel free to ask me what they say. XD;

FYI, the poker mentioned = Strip poker for anyone who doesn't know.

EDIT: And it's been decided to do it at Sirius', so you don't need to offer a location. XD;))

Letter to everyone )
[identity profile] astronutty.livejournal.com
Crichton hadn't been sleeping well. Not that he slept all that great back on Moya, but his bed had been comfortable enough. And even with the evil clone of his archnemesis inside his brain, he'd been able to catch a few z's. But since he'd been here ... Harvey'd been getting louder. And invading his dreams, which really sucked, 'cause there were some nice ones in there about Aeryn that were now completely ruined.

But this morning when John woke up, Harvey had his hand over John's mouth.

"This place is really quite useful," he said placidly. "It will give me all kinds of new things to learn! After all, as fascinating as your mind is, it can't measure up to this place. There are rides, and exciting fizzy drinks, and I've heard about something --" he gave an especially creepy smile, "-- called the Tower of Terror."

This was the part where John would normally yell at Harvey to shut up. Everyone knew the Tower of Terror was in Disney World. But those leather-clad fingers were pushed hard against his mouth. In a freaky, caressing sort of way.

"Have you noticed what being here has done to your brain, John? I don't suppose you have. But there are all kinds of new places to see and wonderful new things to play with. Who knows? Maybe I'll even learn something about wormholes."

Squirming, biting, punching, John tried to get free. Harvey smiled when John tried to bite his fingers.

"Sorry, John, am I inconveniencing you?" he said with a smirk. "Let's see if this makes it easier." Taking a roll of duct tape, Harvey placed a long strip across John's mouth.


"Now, let's see ..."

I am Dorothy Gale from Kansas. )

((Harvey the wonder hamster crazifying neural clone from Farscape -- more specifically, from inside John's head. Don't worry, he confuses everyone. He's like a monster! :-) Basically, he's John's evil imaginary friend. Who is not so imaginary, and who has taken over John for his own evil purposes. For now, anyway. Have at it!

And all the stuff in italics takes place inside John's head. So's you know.))
[identity profile] that-depends.livejournal.com
The Cheshire Cat, at dawn, was hunkered down by the edge of the Castle moat, watching for fish with its paw poised half-curled over the water, and reciting sociably to itself:

"Dreaming of apples on a wall,
And dreaming often, dear
I dreamed that, if I counted all,
--How many would appear?"


"Arr. Ye slippery rogues, ye, whar be yer taste for rhyme an' riddle? Ye be lubbers all, though ye splash ever smartly there in the waves. Avast!"

The Cat blinked, and its tail twitched, then lashed back and forth a couple of times. It was almost a pity no one besides the fish and the mostly still sleeping ducks was there to see the momentous sight - the Cheshire Cat surprised.

"Well, blow me down," it said softly.

((An open thread for all of ye, mates. Ye may, if ye so desire, swap lingo with pirate!Cat here, or ye may not, as the wind takes ye. Comment notification be keelhauled, so drink up, me hearties! Yoho.))
[identity profile] irrepressible-c.livejournal.com
A cardboard box comes flying out of thin air, and lands on the pavement with a whumph, sending its occupants tumbling out. The first, a little boy with messy yellow hair, gets to his feet and dusts off the knees of his black shorts, which reach almost to the tops of his sneakers. He looks to be about six years old, and wears a red-and-black striped t-shirt and, at the moment, scuba goggles. He pushes these up onto his forehead and, with an aggrieved expression, lifts the cardboard box from off of his companion.

"Ow," comments the tiger, lying sprawled on his back. After a moment, he sits up and rubs the back of his head. "Just once, I'd like to have a non-crash landing."

'Whatcha doin'?' 'Looking for frogs.' 'How come?' 'I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.' 'Ah, but of course.' 'My mandate also includes weird bugs.' )

((Calvin and Hobbes, from "Calvin & Hobbes." Text in italics is exclusive to Calvin's reality - see userinfo for details, but in general assume that unless your character has access to the perceived reality of others they're only seeing/hearing the regular text.))
[identity profile] always-confuzed.livejournal.com
There's so much to do, and the line he's walking is so thin. He and Aeryn had been trying to get some sleep, they weren't likely to get another chance soon. But he is thristy and restless, so he puts on proper clothes and tosses his black leather trenchcoat over his shoulder. Might need it if he decides to go flying in the module, a good way to take his mind off of things. Or maybe not.

Read more... )

(John is from the television series Farscape, which aired from 1999-2003. There was a mini-series to end the show in 2004 called The Peacekeeper Wars, which is the point in time that I have snatched him from. For more info, check his user page or any of the various websites dedicated to the show.)
[identity profile] desolemoony.livejournal.com
Read more... )

((Remus Lupin is a character from Harry Potter, however it is 1985 for him and Remus is 27, believing Sirius in Azkaban for the murders of James and Lily Potter. He's a wizard and werewolf.))

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