[Closed] DIDNEY WORL

[timewalking]

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?

Comments

drags ass back in here

[lexiconning]

[ This place. There's just too much to look at and see at once. Syllona's first instinct after the ride was to stay focused -- not so hard, because she'd been learning just that back...home? Exsilium. If anything could be called that. -- but even as foreign as the bright colors and cute drawing creatures are she does get this is meant to be looked at. Like a museum, her idea of one, that you could touch.

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?

[eyecontact]

[he frowns, catching glimpse of her after she starts to speak. this isn't really...that is, if she doesn't look, how can he even answer? it's mortifying.

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.]

[lexiconning]

[ That's about right, and in a halting progression of head tilting, she slides her eyes over to see the tail end of the nod. Well... that's, something. ]

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?

[eyecontact]

[he moves, walking down the length of that little shelf display, squeezing past noisy kids and wheedling over to where the apparel begins. when he turns his head enough, he can see her from the corner of his eye.

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.]