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exsiliumlogs2013-12-11 08:32 pm
timewalking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-11 08:32 pm
[Closed] DIDNEY WORL
Date & Time: BACK IN TIME ALL THE WAY TO DECEMBER 11TH, 2013
Location: DISNEY WORLD, ORLANDO, FLORIDA
Characters: Kirian, Joe, Sylls
Summary: They go back in time to steal some small things, but Joe and Sylls wind up getting a Talking To from an elf who has had enough of this decidedly not-Magic Kingdom. Also Spinny Teacups!
Warnings: Sulking teens. An old man in old man tourist clothes.
[Time travel got slightly easier, the more one did it, but Kirian was still far more accustomed to the magical type and not this.
Which is why he was surprised when the chill around them faded and was replaced by an almost suffocating heat and humidity, not unlike summer in Quel'thalas. There was a slight weight on his head, but the next thing he knew, he was being shoved ahead by someone, and he stumbled forward, into a small covered area, and straight into...
...where those giant teacups? Someone was next to him, and he shrunk back, stumbling into one of the teacups. He blinked, owlishly, and peered around to make sure Syllona and Jericho were there.]
...what's all this, then?
Location: DISNEY WORLD, ORLANDO, FLORIDA
Characters: Kirian, Joe, Sylls
Summary: They go back in time to steal some small things, but Joe and Sylls wind up getting a Talking To from an elf who has had enough of this decidedly not-Magic Kingdom. Also Spinny Teacups!
Warnings: Sulking teens. An old man in old man tourist clothes.
[Time travel got slightly easier, the more one did it, but Kirian was still far more accustomed to the magical type and not this.
Which is why he was surprised when the chill around them faded and was replaced by an almost suffocating heat and humidity, not unlike summer in Quel'thalas. There was a slight weight on his head, but the next thing he knew, he was being shoved ahead by someone, and he stumbled forward, into a small covered area, and straight into...
...where those giant teacups? Someone was next to him, and he shrunk back, stumbling into one of the teacups. He blinked, owlishly, and peered around to make sure Syllona and Jericho were there.]
...what's all this, then?
TEACUPS
well.
well so much for that thought.
Joey is temporarily blinded, then not, because the canopy over the teacup ride blots out the blazing Florida sun. squinting, he finds himself being looked at by a blob that quickly comes into focus as Kirian.
er, Kirian-like. VR disguises are weird.
he can worry about his own virtual makeover later; his attention is split by a man in a colorful uniform trying to coax the elf along and "keep the line moving," as he put it.
line?
line for what?]
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but this isn't there, or then. Or with him. Not that she's happy with one of the people beside her before she's stuck gawking at...giant...cups?? What.
There are people everywhere, like the busiest marketplace she's ever seen, and she's still jerking right and left to take it all in before the line hurries them to the cups and several others take seats at the benches inside them.
What in all of the world is happening? Why are there so many cups? ]
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Here, sit down. We'll need to decide where we're going to go next, if we're to make any use of ourselves here.
[Not that the warmth wasn't nice, and he was thankful that the initiative provided him with suitable clothing, but it was quickly making him want a nap. That wouldn't do.]
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the sounds of other teacups slamming shut remind him that he should...he should probably warn them. but he's got no time to type anything, so his hands move, wincing as he goes because he knows this is going to come a little too late:]
We're going to move. Watch out!
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Right. I-I'd guess shops, if we can find-- Ah!
[ THEY MOVE. Slow turning of the platform they're on then of the cups themselves. No. Why. Syllona braces against her seat, looking at the other two in case they had a clue for this weirdness. ]
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When the cups lurch to life, he lets out a startled curse, in Thalassian. He pressed himself back against the cup, trying to steady himself.
What the in sun was going on here?!]
What is happening?!
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instead, he grips the wheel in the middle (or the seat because Elle actually has never seen the structure of the teacup ride) and tries to set a good example for the both of them to not panic.
amid swirls of giggling and shouting, they are the lone rattled and unhappy teacup in all the land.
Joey gulps, then does sigh, just so he can get his breath and resolve after an easier turn. better example, yes. be patient. it doesn't last very long.]
hi i'm trash
It's- I think we're safe?
[ A half answered question, and it's said to Kirian, but only after she's looked over Jericho's posture. ]
MAINSTREET
at least he's in the right spot, he figures...the entire street is lined with stores. and not just the clothes they're supposed to be getting, no; there's toys and knick-knacks of all kinds priced way more than they cost to be made...not that he knows it. it's just boggling, the excess, and not just because of his rather humble lifestyle beforehand. Exsilium was left wanting for much, and it's a far cry from this!
he frowns while he browses, aware most of these things aren't going to help keep anybody warm.
also, hats with ears. his face screws up again trying to imagine some of the other residents walking around with those...
needless to say, he's not doing a very good job here, putting too much thought into the aesthetic than simply making the effort outright. an– wait. if you flip this book, it makes a little scene from a cartoon...
that's actually pretty cool...]
drags ass back in here
She looks through a rack of children's tank tops, like the tiny blonde girl had a moment ago. Its interesting, and focus slips into curiosity as it really shouldn't--
Those are hats with ears? Weird.
From one thing to the next, she wanders until she finally remembers Jericho's here and her hands are on some plastic figurine not a yard away from him. Stomach churning, and eyes down and away, she closes the distance a few feet. Just enough to be heard and enough to keep her voice neutral. ]
What are we... supposed to bring? Clothes. Anything else?
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the best he can do, once he's put the little book back on its shelf, is turn a quarter of the way away from her and shake his head; she'll look if he's not looking, he figures. since it's his eyes she doesn't want any business with.]
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Just clothes. Okay. [ And that seems to be all, fingers dropping down to play with the latch on a jewelry box, the serene smile of sleeping beauty adorning the top. Syllona lingers, turns a half step away, moves it back and waits. ]
Have you found anything?
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he's hoping against hope this hide-and-seek way of communicating will stop. hoping she'll say enough, and he can look and not see discomfort on her face. goodness knows how much more he can take of it before he says enough is enough.]