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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

[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.

[debtor]

[Waves for Oz to come closer!!]

What did you say!?

[velveteened]

Allen, you're kind of loud...

( so he acquiesces and leans in closer. )

I'm not sure you want to know.

[debtor]

[He frowns, leaning past Oz to get another look at Eugene.]

He's stopped moving. That's not normal! We're only here to take their costumes, there's no need to do anything extreme...

[velveteened]

Don't worry, he'll be fine! He might not even remember what happened.

( OZ THAT'S NOT NORMAL EITHER )

He didn't get hurt, so I wouldn't call it extreme. It's better than having to knock them out or something, right?

[debtor]

[Oz, that's creepy. Allen gives him A Look.

You better not be some kind of insane murderer, man. One is enough.]

...I don't want to knock them out either...

[Although that option did occur to him...]

[velveteened]

( wow way to make assumptions!! allen's Look is returned with bright insouciance that then gets turned on the rest of the turtles. )

Did you have any other ideas?

[debtor]

Um.

[This is a tough one.]

They'll notice if the costumes go missing...

We might have to tie them up.

[velveteened]

( he glances around the room bemusedly.

tying them up could work but with....what. )

[debtor]

[


um.]

Perhaps there's rope... someplace.

[velveteened]

Someplace.

( he echoes it encouragingly, in a way that's completely transparent. )

[debtor]

Yes! Maybe, in a supply closet!

[velveteened]

( okay but wouldn't they still have to knock out the dudes first...? WELL no need to worry about that now! )

Let's find one, then!

[debtor]

All right. [He steps back, QUIETLY, away from Eugene, and turns to walk casually in the other direction.

Now, where would he be, if he were a supply closet. . .]

there's no way this can go wrong

[velveteened]

( he pauses to collect the rest of the costume, or what he can tug free without getting too far behind allen, before catching up. just in case!

he follows allen, though also looking around at their surroundings. these doors are pretty uniform and unhelpful... )

absolutely not at all 1/2

[debtor]

[Allen seems to be at a loss himself, after a few moments pass and nothing immediately jumps out as a supply closet. Any of these doors could contain any number of things. Or people.

Should he risk opening one?

Yes, okay, he'll probably need to. At the end of the hall, he stops, motioning for Oz to stop as well, so he can slowly crack a door open and peek inside...]

2/2

[debtor]

[And shuts it again very quickly.]

Let's go the other way!

[GRABBING OZ AND MOVING.

From the other side of the door he'd slammed, there comes a muffled, "Hey!"]

[velveteened]

( really, it's a wonder how the people who work here manage with such nondescript doors everywhere. it can't be that everyone has a good enough memory and sense of direction to never get lost! he looks more closely, but without much more luck in finding any way to differentiate them, so he's fully on board when allen motions him to stop, craning his neck to try to see from behind what's inside.

the door snaps shut before he can, and he's dragged along before he can even make a startled sound. )

What's in there?

[debtor]

[LET'S RUNNING.]

There wasn't any rope!

[But there was a man, who's now swinging that door open once again and yelling "How did you kids get in here!?" after them.

Allen's gonna take a sharp turn down another hallway, his fist curled tightly in Oz's shirtsleeve.]

[velveteened]

( KEEPING RUNNING IT IS!

especially when his choices at the moment are run or be dragged by his shirtsleeve. he looks backwards at the shout - ah, that'd be why their hopes of subterfuge are momentarily shattered - which means he stumbles at the sharp turn. footing lost, he's ungracefully propelled a few steps by allen alone before regaining his balance.

someone's going to notice the shouting before long. )

[debtor]

[Ducking down another corner!! Over the sound of his and Oz's footfalls, Allen can't quite tell if the man is pursuing them, but let's not take any chances.

Allen comes to a halt when they find themselves face-to-face with a door labeled 'EXIT', however. If they exit, could they get back in as easily-!? THEY STILL HAVE TO RETRIEVE THE OTHER COSTUMES, they're running out of time!!

--And what's that? A voice in the distance?

"You don't belong in here, this area is for castmembers only!"

Whoops, turns out that man was still following them, and he's closing in. OH NO. . .]