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A sudden revelation: Open RP
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bestdigger.livejournal.com((Takes place a couple of days after Musical Day. Much like last time, start a new comment thread when your character shows up.))
In the classic manner of all great ideas, this one came to Sallah at an unlikely time.
( It came to me in a dream! )
The note tacked to the Adventureland gate read:
In the classic manner of all great ideas, this one came to Sallah at an unlikely time.
( It came to me in a dream! )
The note tacked to the Adventureland gate read:
Not done exploring yet. Continuing work inside the Indiana Jones Adventure. All are welcome to join. --Sallah
Musical Day! (open thread)
Dec. 5th, 2006 05:31 pmanthony-crowley.livejournal.comCrowley first knew there was a problem when he had an erotic dream about chocolate. Not chocolate in conjunction with someone else. Just chocolate. Swimming naked in a river of the stuff. The demon liked chocolate well enough. Just not quite that much.
The second indication was when he woke up fully dressed, as he knew for certain he'd gone to bed nude. The hat was a dead giveaway.
Cautiously he stood and went to the mirror, staring in horror at the apparition that appeared. The form fitting black clothes were all right but the velvet burgundy frock coat was a nightmare, made all the worse by the purple gloves made out of what? Latex? His skin was very pale and dear Adam, was that pink eyeshadow? He was so horribly enthralled by the limp page boy haircut that it took him several moments to notice that his eyes were a deep, dark brown.
"Oh, fuck me!" he said. Or rather, he intended to say. What came out was, "No time to dilly-dally!"
Shit. Not again. He needed to find Aziraphale before he forgot himself entirely. To this end, Crowley hurried out the club and practically ran to the main square in front of the castle. Everyone would gather there, right?
"Good morning, starshine!" he called, distraught. "The earth says hello!"
((Sing away, darlings. Go crazy. Have fun.))
The second indication was when he woke up fully dressed, as he knew for certain he'd gone to bed nude. The hat was a dead giveaway.
Cautiously he stood and went to the mirror, staring in horror at the apparition that appeared. The form fitting black clothes were all right but the velvet burgundy frock coat was a nightmare, made all the worse by the purple gloves made out of what? Latex? His skin was very pale and dear Adam, was that pink eyeshadow? He was so horribly enthralled by the limp page boy haircut that it took him several moments to notice that his eyes were a deep, dark brown.
"Oh, fuck me!" he said. Or rather, he intended to say. What came out was, "No time to dilly-dally!"
Shit. Not again. He needed to find Aziraphale before he forgot himself entirely. To this end, Crowley hurried out the club and practically ran to the main square in front of the castle. Everyone would gather there, right?
"Good morning, starshine!" he called, distraught. "The earth says hello!"
((Sing away, darlings. Go crazy. Have fun.))
Semi-open RP: After the Dig
Nov. 27th, 2006 09:20 ambestdigger.livejournal.com((Mostly for Uriel and Sallah to talk, but others are welcome to chat with Sallah and try to cheer him up.))
For days after the dig, Sallah kept to himself, staring at the mysteriously-healed excavation site and attempting to write notes on what they'd found. But what was there to say, really? "Six feet down, encountered concrete that resisted all known tools." End of story.
Finally concluding that man could not live on water and pineapple spears alone, he pulled himself together and ventured out into the park. His peregrinations, mostly aimless, finally took him to Critter Country and the Hungry Bear Restaurant, where he prepared himself a vegetable sandwich. He took his meal out on to the deck and stared at the river, lost in thought.
For days after the dig, Sallah kept to himself, staring at the mysteriously-healed excavation site and attempting to write notes on what they'd found. But what was there to say, really? "Six feet down, encountered concrete that resisted all known tools." End of story.
Finally concluding that man could not live on water and pineapple spears alone, he pulled himself together and ventured out into the park. His peregrinations, mostly aimless, finally took him to Critter Country and the Hungry Bear Restaurant, where he prepared himself a vegetable sandwich. He took his meal out on to the deck and stared at the river, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, back at the dig...
Nov. 21st, 2006 07:43 ambestdigger.livejournal.comSallah makes an interesting discovery!
((I only just noticed the Mickey Cops' reply this morning; it would seem that I lose at monitoring my comment notifications. >_< If you've got a conversation thread still going, feel free to continue it as you join -- or don't join and point and watch instead-- Sallah as he checks out the new discovery.))
((I only just noticed the Mickey Cops' reply this morning; it would seem that I lose at monitoring my comment notifications. >_< If you've got a conversation thread still going, feel free to continue it as you join -- or don't join and point and watch instead-- Sallah as he checks out the new discovery.))
Open RP: Excavation!
Nov. 13th, 2006 04:31 pmbestdigger.livejournal.comCopies of the following letter are delivered to all the residents of the park (except, of course, the Mouse and Cat):
Sallah surveyed the patch of land thoughtfully. His initial impulse had been to mark it off into a grid, but he quickly realised that would be pointless in a non-archaeological dig.
There was a large pile of tools nearby -- shovels, picks, rakes, hammers, buckets, a wheelbarrow -- scavenged from the set of the Indiana Jones Adventure and the Jungle Cruise. Also some pieces of lumber, in case they needed to shore up the sides of the hole. There was also a lot of rope; this would be placed around the waist of anyone who was down at the bottom of the pit in case they needed to be dragged out quickly.
He'd also moved one of the refreshment carts near the excavation area. It wouldn't do to have people get hungry or dehydrated, after all.
The plan, as he saw it, was to start digging at the center and then work outwards; the part in the middle of the area would thus be the deepest at any given time, and the walls of the hole would slope downwards.
Sallah took a deep breath, picked up a pick, and went to work.
((Note on play: When your character shows up, RP it by starting a new thread. Sallah will ask him or her what they'd like to do, and he'll set them to work appropriately. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves while you dig. At some point, I expect the Mickey Cops to either shut down the operation or tell us what we find in the pit. ^_^))
((Oh, and Sallah really doesn't mean to be ... well, sexist. You can take the man out of Egypt 1938, but you can't take Egypt 1938 out of the man, and as much as he likes and admires women like Marion Ravenwood, he still believes that the really hard manual labour is a man's job. However, if any of the females want to convince him, by all means feel free.))
My friends,***
I am beginning the work of which I have spoken before regarding excavation. If you wish to assist, the site is in a grassy area not far from the Treehouse in Adventureland.
-Sallah
Sallah surveyed the patch of land thoughtfully. His initial impulse had been to mark it off into a grid, but he quickly realised that would be pointless in a non-archaeological dig.
There was a large pile of tools nearby -- shovels, picks, rakes, hammers, buckets, a wheelbarrow -- scavenged from the set of the Indiana Jones Adventure and the Jungle Cruise. Also some pieces of lumber, in case they needed to shore up the sides of the hole. There was also a lot of rope; this would be placed around the waist of anyone who was down at the bottom of the pit in case they needed to be dragged out quickly.
He'd also moved one of the refreshment carts near the excavation area. It wouldn't do to have people get hungry or dehydrated, after all.
The plan, as he saw it, was to start digging at the center and then work outwards; the part in the middle of the area would thus be the deepest at any given time, and the walls of the hole would slope downwards.
Sallah took a deep breath, picked up a pick, and went to work.
((Note on play: When your character shows up, RP it by starting a new thread. Sallah will ask him or her what they'd like to do, and he'll set them to work appropriately. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves while you dig. At some point, I expect the Mickey Cops to either shut down the operation or tell us what we find in the pit. ^_^))
((Oh, and Sallah really doesn't mean to be ... well, sexist. You can take the man out of Egypt 1938, but you can't take Egypt 1938 out of the man, and as much as he likes and admires women like Marion Ravenwood, he still believes that the really hard manual labour is a man's job. However, if any of the females want to convince him, by all means feel free.))
Application for John Adams
Nov. 7th, 2006 12:41 pmjohn-adams-1776.livejournal.com((In honor of Election Day in the United States, I present to you Mr. John Adams of Massachusetts. You all did vote, right…?))
A short, ordinary looking, middle-aged man in Georgian clothingas interpreted in the early 1970s appears in a puff of hot-pink smoke. He's carrying two large books and what appears to be a magic wand. His face lights up as he catches sight of the back of the Main Street train station. Could he have actually made it back to Philadelphia?
Then he sees Mickey approach. No, apparently not. There were no walking illustrations the last time he was in Pennsylvania, and although he wouldn't put anything past Dickenson's people, the pervasive smell isn't present either. He sighs. Somewhere new then…
( For I have crossed the Rubicon, let the bridge be burned behind me )
A short, ordinary looking, middle-aged man in Georgian clothing
Then he sees Mickey approach. No, apparently not. There were no walking illustrations the last time he was in Pennsylvania, and although he wouldn't put anything past Dickenson's people, the pervasive smell isn't present either. He sighs. Somewhere new then…
( For I have crossed the Rubicon, let the bridge be burned behind me )
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Oct. 10th, 2006 02:29 amkatou-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.
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.
Letter to Everyone
Oct. 9th, 2006 06:48 pmkatou-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 )
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 )
a-good-man.livejournal.com‘Behind, through the low, shingled front gates, there is nothing. Not mist, or darkness. Just...nothing.’
And then, suddenly, there is something. A large something that very much resembles a splash of water, save for the fact that it shoots out horizontally instead of splashing upwards. Almost immediately it recedes back into the nothing, leaving behind what looks like a gently shimmering vertical pool.
With a noise not unlike pulling something out of mud the pool disgorges a man onto the street just inside the gate. He is dressed in a green and black uniform that says ‘military’ very clearly, even to those unfamiliar with the United States Army/Airforce circa the late 1990’s, and he carries a very large, heavy-looking black pack and a strange looking crooked gun in a holster on his leg. Despite his garb, however, his appearance does not really say ‘soldier’- perhaps because of the glasses on his nose or the way his hands move in enthusiastic punctuation as he speaks. He was already in mid-sentence when he stepped out of the pool.
( Not in Kansas anymore. )
((Dr. Daniel Jackson from the TV series “Stargate SG-1”. He’s an archeologist/anthropologist/philologist working as a civilian consultant to the U.S. Airforce on a top-secret government project. The Stargate is a large metal ring, built by an ancient civilization of aliens, which creates a wormhole between the ‘gate on Earth and those settled on other planets, allowing interstellar travel between the two points in a matter of moments. Daniel serves on SG-1, a first contact team, working as a cultural expert and liaison between Earth and the many strange people they meet on the other side of the wormhole.
One type of alien that the team has encountered are the Goa’uld, a parasitic race which lives by taking over the body of a ‘host’ (humans being preferred over other species).
Stargate is currently in its tenth season, but I am taking Daniel from early season three, right after the episode “Legacy”. For more information, see the profile.))
((For those of you from NO, I play Shadow. Also, I’m really sorry this is so long))
And then, suddenly, there is something. A large something that very much resembles a splash of water, save for the fact that it shoots out horizontally instead of splashing upwards. Almost immediately it recedes back into the nothing, leaving behind what looks like a gently shimmering vertical pool.
With a noise not unlike pulling something out of mud the pool disgorges a man onto the street just inside the gate. He is dressed in a green and black uniform that says ‘military’ very clearly, even to those unfamiliar with the United States Army/Airforce circa the late 1990’s, and he carries a very large, heavy-looking black pack and a strange looking crooked gun in a holster on his leg. Despite his garb, however, his appearance does not really say ‘soldier’- perhaps because of the glasses on his nose or the way his hands move in enthusiastic punctuation as he speaks. He was already in mid-sentence when he stepped out of the pool.
( Not in Kansas anymore. )
((Dr. Daniel Jackson from the TV series “Stargate SG-1”. He’s an archeologist/anthropologist/philologist working as a civilian consultant to the U.S. Airforce on a top-secret government project. The Stargate is a large metal ring, built by an ancient civilization of aliens, which creates a wormhole between the ‘gate on Earth and those settled on other planets, allowing interstellar travel between the two points in a matter of moments. Daniel serves on SG-1, a first contact team, working as a cultural expert and liaison between Earth and the many strange people they meet on the other side of the wormhole.
One type of alien that the team has encountered are the Goa’uld, a parasitic race which lives by taking over the body of a ‘host’ (humans being preferred over other species).
Stargate is currently in its tenth season, but I am taking Daniel from early season three, right after the episode “Legacy”. For more information, see the profile.))
((For those of you from NO, I play Shadow. Also, I’m really sorry this is so long))
Crazy crazy Crichton
Sep. 27th, 2006 09:20 pmastronutty.livejournal.comCrichton 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 wonderhamster 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.))
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
And all the stuff in italics takes place inside John's head. So's you know.))
bestdigger.livejournal.com((Picking up from this thread in Indy's application.))
While Indy finishes up with the Mouse, Sallah hurries off and returns with another two bottles of water. He's pleased to learn that his friend has been assigned to Adventureland; it'll be like old times. Sort of.
He hands Indy one of the bottles. "Well, my friend, shall we go? Perhaps you would prefer to rest before exploring further?"
He's understandably reluctant to inflict the Indiana Jones Adventure on Indy before the poor man has had a chance to recuperate from being yanked out of 1939 New Orleans, although he half-suspects that, Indy being Indy, he'll want to dive right in as soon as he's got his bearings about him.
While Indy finishes up with the Mouse, Sallah hurries off and returns with another two bottles of water. He's pleased to learn that his friend has been assigned to Adventureland; it'll be like old times. Sort of.
He hands Indy one of the bottles. "Well, my friend, shall we go? Perhaps you would prefer to rest before exploring further?"
He's understandably reluctant to inflict the Indiana Jones Adventure on Indy before the poor man has had a chance to recuperate from being yanked out of 1939 New Orleans, although he half-suspects that, Indy being Indy, he'll want to dive right in as soon as he's got his bearings about him.
Application for John Crichton, Farscape
Sep. 15th, 2006 07:27 pmalways-confuzed.livejournal.comThere'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.
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(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.)
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(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.)
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goes-lightly.livejournal.comA tall, slim girl with highlighted, neatly done up hair and big, twinkling brown eyes stands at the gate, daintily finishing a pastry while an orange cat brushes gently up against her legs. She's wearing a long black dress, gloves, a tiara, a lovely necklace and... sunglasses. She looks like she's in her mid- to late-twenties, although it's hard to be sure.
( Moon River, wider than a mile. . . )
((Working off movie!Holly, just in case anyone's curious.
I was gonna wait a while to do this, but me and patience are not good friends.))
( Moon River, wider than a mile. . . )
((Working off movie!Holly, just in case anyone's curious.
I was gonna wait a while to do this, but me and patience are not good friends.))
"Oh my god. She's so...drunk!"
Sep. 11th, 2006 03:02 amgirl-in-garden.livejournal.comA girl in a denim jacket and a pink skirt stands with her back to the park, facing out towards the gates. Her brown hair is disheveled, and she's slumped over slightly at the waist, not turning around when Mickey and the Cat arrive and begin talking.
( ''Purple Rain'?' 'No.' ''Sign o' the Times'?' 'Definitely not.' 'The 'Batman' soundtrack?' 'Throw it.' )
( ''Purple Rain'?' 'No.' ''Sign o' the Times'?' 'Definitely not.' 'The 'Batman' soundtrack?' 'Throw it.' )
Application, James from Harry Potter
Sep. 6th, 2006 09:36 amsnitchnicker.livejournal.comA young man, probably around his early twenties, is standing at the gate. He's not looking skittish and afraid so much as looking somewhat confused and worried. This looks like one of those muggle amusement parks that Lily had taken him to after they had gotten out of school, only a lot bigger and those didn't have talking mice or cats. He frowns slightly. Maybe it was a polyjuice potion gone wrong. He probably shouldn't make a scene about it...
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Semi-open RP; Rukia in Adventureland
Sep. 6th, 2006 09:32 amkuchiki.livejournal.com((Rukia's ultimately trying to find Sallah, but anyone who happens to be in Adventureland and is interested in jumping in can feel free. :D))
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