[identity profile] palletkid.livejournal.com
Ash looks around in bewilderment when he arrives in front of the gates. "Huh? Where am I?" Then he glanced to his shoulder and to the ground, noticing that not only was he alone in an unfamiliar place when he should have been on the road on his way to see Professor Ivy, but Pikachu was no where to be found. "Pikachu! Misty, Brock, where'd you go?"

Finally, he noticed the mouse, and previous bewilderment forgotten, he blinked at it, and pulled his Pokedex from his pocket. "What kind of Pokemon is that?"

"No Data," replied Dexter in its mechanical voice. "There are still many Pokemon yet to be discovered."

"Wow," said Ash, reaching for a pokeball at his waist. "I've gotta catch you!" If it wanted a battle, he'd give it one, and maybe catch an undiscovered Pokemon in the process. That would show Gary.

Who's that Pokemon? )
[identity profile] sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com
Hot Streak was bored. Senseless destruction was only fun when the destruction stayed (and people screamed), he wasn't going to touch the rides, and he hadn't seen Static since Static had arrived (which was probably due in part to him being bedridden for several days afterwards).

He wasn't quite bored enough to go on any rides, but he was bored enough to check out some of the attractions. It was late in the afternoon that he had made his way to Innoventions. He blew up the TV once "Tom Morrow" started talking in that annoying voice, and then blew off the doors and stepped inside.

He was, to say the least. After looking around the first floor for a bit, and getting increasingly annoyed, he headed upstairs, gave it a disgusting look around and then... took a double take. There was no way that could be a car, he had to be imagining things. He walked over, ran his hands across it, hot wired it and... discovered it was out of gas. The car was quickly set on fire.

It was a couple of days later, after looking for some gas, that he returned with some containers of gas that he had siphoned out of the Autopia cars (imagine that, they weren't completely useless).
[identity profile] creepyboy.livejournal.com
Tim had decided that he needed to take his mind off of the fact that not his Superboy was in the park. He also needed to make his lair into a habitable nest. He’d managed to hook his laptop up to an available power source, and had set his pictures around, as well as his spare clothing. Now he needed something that he could sit or lay down on, so that his mistake in the buckets didn’t occur again.

He hadn’t noticed any beds or pillows in his reconnaissance explorations so he’d just have to make one. He had found a sewing kit several times over, so he had the thread. He just needed fabric, and stuffing. He could find the correct fabric in t-shirts, and stuffed animals would have his stuffing. He wondered if princess dresses would be the best bet for creating a pad to lie in, for the half hour it took nightmares to awaken him again.

This meant he had to go out. Maybe he’d find a skateboard along the way, and have something to carry his loot back, or at least something that he could make into a workable skateboard. And he really needed to work at being Tim Drake for a while anyway.

((open thread, come bug Timmy. He’s just wandering around, squeezing stuffed animals, and collecting shirts.))
[identity profile] littlekitteh.livejournal.com

As soon as Sakura arrives, she glances around automatically and then frowns. None of her companions appear to be here, not even Mokona. Fay and Kurogane were separated once, but she hopes that isn’t what’s happening now. Especially if she’s going to be all by herself. “Mokona?” she calls. “Fay-san? Kurogane-san? Syaoran-kun? Is anyone there?”

[identity profile] timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com
Wilbur wandered up Main Street until he reached Tomorrowland, no longer Todayland, which was going to take some getting used to. He had a vague recollection of a place his dad had taken him to when he had been younger, some place where inventions had been featured and there was a strange dancing robot. Since it was one of the only things he could remember from when Todayland had been Tomorrowland, it seemed like a good choice. He recognized the entrance and headed up the ramp, making a beeline for the theater he vaguely remembered being there. It was still there, and Wilbur crawled up under the curtain and onto the stage, looking pleased with himself. It was just as he remembered, minus a few details, and Wilbur surveyed the set with pride.


((You can come bug Wilbur if you want, but I kinda just wanted a move-in post, so maybe not? I don't care...))
[identity profile] timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com
Wilbur exits his time machine in Todayland, and is a bit annoyed to see that Todayland has become Main Street somehow. That really wasn’t where he wanted to go. Turning back to the time machine, he’s even more annoyed – and quite a bit freaked out, honestly – to see that it is no longer there. “Not again, not again!” he moans, then glances around nervously to make sure his parents aren’t near.

Wait just a minute… )

((This is Wilbur, from the new Meet the Robinsons movie. Very cute, by the way, you should all go see it. He’s taken from just after the end of the movie, which I suppose means it’ll be a little spoiler-y, but I’ll try not to let it be too obvious what happens in the movie. Did that sentence make sense?))

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