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[debtor]

Date & Time: May 3rd (Exsilium time)
Location: DISNEY WORLD, Orlando, Florida, circa 1993
Who: Arya "Leo" Stark (wolfchild), Allen "Mikey" Walker (debtor), Oz "Donnie" Vessalius (velveteened), Tyki "Raph" Mikk (phaseshifts); also starring Lenalee "They Don't Pay Me Enough For This" Lee (heavysteps) and Xerxes "Good Friend" Break (maddeninghatter)
Summary: A preteen assassin, a clown, a rabbit, an intangible serial killer, legs, and another clown are sent to Disney World to fetch a muppet. Only success ensues.
Warnings: who let this happen

[The year is 1993. The place is the Disney-MGM Studios, and the stage for the New York Street show is nearly set. It's a gorgeous summer day. The sun is shining, the humidity is oppressive, the park is alive with the wails of impatient children, and a sizable crowd gathers in anticipation for the next performance.

Also gathering for said performance are the stars of the 3-minute pre-show show. Just like they do every day, Eugene, Gaylord, Mark and Tracy meet in the changing room and slip on their heavily padded trademarked costumes. They've been through this ridiculous routine dozens, maybe hundreds of times— they could probably manage it in their sleep by now. Though it's likely anyone could, it's not terribly complicated. The life of a character performer isn't glamorous, but they enjoy their work, and they're looking forward to heading out in their trademarked turtle-van and meeting this afternoon's audience. Even if these outfits are sweltering. They do it for the kids.

But yet, in that very building, at that very same moment, four strangers on a mission materialize out of thin air. They've come a very long way with a set of very specific, and essentially meaningless, instructions. Step one:

become a teenage mutant ninja turtle.]

Comments

NEW YORK STREET SHOW

[wolfchild]

[ To say that she was irritated was putting it lightly. Braavos had been damp, but never this hot. The girl's tunic (T-shirt she had heard it called and had looked for a T on it without finding one) was already sticking to her back.

Being without her wolf did nothing to ease her mood, though she was briefly glad Nymeria had been made to stay behind. If she despised the heat, the direwolf would have been utterly miserable.

Peering around the corner, her lip curls. ]

I am not wearing that.

[debtor]

[Meanwhile Allen is slightly preoccupied by the small detail that they brought fucking TYKI MIKK ALONG. Tyki Mikk! A Noah! What was the Initiative thinking!? Out of the hundreds of Transports—!

Goddammit. It would be a mistake to let Tyki out of his sight, but he should avoid starting a scene himself. He doesn't even know where they are.

He glances over his shoulder at Cat when she speaks up, however.]

Wearing what?

[What was the mission again.]

[wolfchild]

That. Remember?

[ She may not know teenage or mutant or ninja, but she knows turtle. And those might be some seriously effed up turtles, but turtles. ]

[debtor]

[He sneaks a look at them.]

Whoa.

[THOSE ARE really unattractive.]

That's a teen-age turtle? That's really weird.

[wolfchild]

What's teen-age? [ Does it mean they're fighters? Do they have to beat them up? ]

[debtor]

[He's squinting at the turtles, still. 'Mutant', he buys, but 'teenage'? Sounding uncertain,]

It's somebody whose age is in the teens I think!

[phaseshifts]

[Allen

Allen Tyki is ALREADY ON HIS WAY OUT OF HERE he is not being tied down by this gang, fuck this shit, fuck you Initiative

in fact Allen might see Tyki is conspicuously not with the group as he casually turns and strolls away as if his companions out of time are not even present.

Seriously, fuck this.]

[debtor]

[WHAT. WHAT. NO YOU DON'T.

Once he notices they're down to three, he chases out after Tyki.]

Tyki Mikk!

[phaseshifts]

[guess who's ever so not happy to see you, Allen? Tyki whirls round with his hands fisted by his sides, staring dangerously.]

What do you want, boy?

[debtor]

[Undaunted!:] Where are you going?

[velveteened]

( he takes a look at the costumes, unable to suppress a laugh. )

They aren't so bad! Besides, no one will know it's you, right?

[wolfchild]

[ Glaring. So much glaring. ]

[velveteened]

Besides, ( mildly ) don't you think people would notice if we're missing one?

[wolfchild]

If they're stupid enough to watch this, they're stupid enough to not count.

[velveteened]

If they're stupid enough to watch this, isn't that all the more reason why they'd notice?

GETTING RID OF THE REAL TURTLES

[velveteened]

( it's not so hard to get in to see the performers. he's never been one shy to use his apparent age when it can come in handy, and it does now; oh mister please he's always wanted to meet a turtle, it's been his dream since he was really small...! and then taking one aside, every bit you know, there's something i want to tell you!

it's hard to tell what he actually says, but it certainly does the trick; poor eugene is downright unresponsive as oz casually collects the costume. )

[debtor]

[Allen's hanging back nearby, hidden from sight and still debating how he's going to go about obtaining a costume himself (somehow, he doesn't think asking politely will cut it) when he notices Oz doing-

That. What happened to that man!? Is he hurt?!

Hissing his name, just loud enough to hear,] Oz!

[WHAT DID YOU DO.]

[velveteened]

( he looks up when he hears his name, very possibly making a slight show of looking around before trotting over to allen. eugene is, after all, not going anywhere. )

Yes?

( the very picture of innocence )

[debtor]

[NOT FALLING FOR IT.

He tries to keep his voice low but is only partially successful,] Is he hurt? What happened??

[velveteened]

He's fine! ( he's better at keeping his voice down, sounding downright cheerful. ) We just had a little talk.

BREAK'S ARRIVAL (and Lenalee's!)

[maddeninghatter]

[ The first thing he does is pat himself, to make sure he's still in his own body. To his relief (and perhaps also some small disappointment) he is himself. His clothes and his parts all seem to be in place.

He's managed to give that earnest little girl the slip, thank goodness. No point bringing more people into this ill-conceived fiasco.

He's about to head off quickly, in search of this muppet, whatever this might be, when all of a sudden it hits him: how warm this place is. It's downright hot. He's been cold ever since he arrived in that dreadful, damp city. It's a chill deep in his bones, one that he's never been able to quite shake off.

But now he turns towards a light he can't see - but he can feel it warming his face. Ah. He stands there, basking in blissful sunshine, his anxieties and deep reservations forgotten, for the moment. ]

[anklets]

[When Lenalee comes through, she is tense and ill-tempered, feeling as though she is chasing coattails 'round hallways corners. It is bright here, and dry, and warm, and the peaks of her cheekbones tingle pleasantly while she pulls her bearings back in on herself.

A few dozen yards ahead, white hair catches her eye (—wrong person, a dull pang), and she calls to him without bothering to lighten her tone.]

"A nap", you said.

[maddeninghatter]

[ He startles at that, recognizing her voice at once. Stupid, stupid girl. Why did she have to follow him? Honestly, more people to keep track of, more work, he shouldn't even be here, he should have let Oz fend for himself...

Tch!

He doesn't turn around, still facing the sun. He plucks at his white jacket, taking it off. ]

Yes, indeed! Here seems a good spot~!

[ He drops where he is (in a little patch of lawn just outside the MAD TEA PARTY ride), and lies down, spread-eagled, his jacket folded up and repurposed into a pillow. ]

[anklets]

[Her eyebrows make the climb to take shelter behind her bangs. A vein twitches lightly in her jaw. Is he... mad? Surely he is, behaving this frivolously. Something like how Brother would behave, when he's trying to push everyone's suspicions off.]

Well, once you're finished, your help would be appreciated.

[maddeninghatter]

Appreciated? Are you sure? Cos most of the time, people tell me they don't appreciate what I'm doing, aaaahahhaha~!

[ It really is hot. He kicks off one oversized boot, then the other, and wiggles his (little) toes in the sun. ]

But I suppose I could help you, if you'll help me. For instance, the most helpful thing yoooooooou could do right now is get out of my light, you're casting a shadow!

[ He waves her off, the ruffles in his lavender sleeve fluttering. ]

Then sit down and be quiet. Don't touch anything, don't talk to anybody.