Fandom ~Disney: Lost Magic~ In Character Thread

[AnimeGenork]

Welcome to the Magic Kingdom

“Our plan didn’t go exactly as planned,” mused a young-looking female, who narrowed her eyes at the swirling cauldron in front of her and her two comrades. “The Classic characters, at least, remember who they are.”

“Yes.” The word, long and drawn out, came from her right, the voice of one of her male comrades. His voice held the type of darkness that usually came across as creepy to those unused to evil. “This may be a minor setback in the scheme of things, but so long as all those characters have power… they are still a threat.”

“I want to know how they got those powers in the first place. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Who messed up the spell?” growled the third villain, glaring at his two counterparts with all the venom of his inset hatred.

“Relax,” the first villain purred, her voice gently seductive. “Those whose powers pose the most threat don’t even remember who they are. Poor Renaissance characters have no idea what’s coming.”

The second villain smirked. “And those Modern characters barely remember why they’re there. Why would they fight for others they barely know?”

Finally, the third villain allowed himself a chuckle. “They shall pose virtually no threat to us. And to make sure of that, I’m sending some our minions to give a nice, ah, wake up call.”

He started chuckling, and the second villain started chuckling, until all three villains were chuckling at the sight of the sleeping characters whom they had just pulled out of their realms. And as they cackled, the Classic, Modern, and Renaissance characters began waking up, either with all their memories, no memory of how they got there, or no memory of their true selves at all…

apolla nymphadora. r e i revalia MoonLegend101 Jett Set S Stardreamer Starsy

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Korey Hughes a.k.a. Kovu

I'm a Rogue. Judge Me Now, For Who I Am.

Mood: Kinda Confused | Scenario: What's With All These People? | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Everyone Else, Maggie | Tags: Everyone, AnimeGenork | Outfit: This
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Korey lifted his head, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Where was he? How had he gotten there? As he looked around, eyes hooded with fatigue, he realized he was in the Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World. Of course. He was on a school trip here with his best friend, Magdalene Lewis, and— Wait. Maggie.

“Maggie?” Korey grunted, until he realized that there was a weight on his shoulder, a rather head-like weight. Glancing down, he saw his best friend sleeping on his shoulder. Apparently, they’d both fallen asleep here, on a bench by the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse. If he was remembering correctly, he and Maggie—well, Maggie—had pointed out how the friendship between the man and his character was remarkably like theirs. Had that been when they’d dozed off?

Gently, Korey shoved her head off his shoulder and stood up to look around. It was a lazy sort of day, the sort of day where you could easily fall asleep if you sat down long enough. And it seemed like many people had, for there was a large share of people asleep on benches, against trees, near the statue, and… in bushes?!

Something had happened here. It was not merely coincidence that all these people were asleep here at the same time. Almost as if… they’d fallen under some sort of spell… Korey snorted. That was impossible. Magic didn’t exist.

… Right?

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Keaton Landau a.k.a. Emperor Kuzco

I Was Dragged All Over Those Hills And I Did Not Hear Any Singing

Mood: Slightly Less Perfect Than Normal | Scenario: So... What's Happening Here? | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Everyone Else, Jackson | Tags: Everyone, apolla | Outfit: This
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Well, this was not the most perfect situation he could have been in, but nevertheless, Kuzco still felt incredibly perfect as he woke up leaning against something solid. Looking down, he saw he was posed to perfection, one foot leaning against the stone structure, arms crossed like the cool cat he was, shoulders relaxed. At his feet was an eerily familiar outfit that he had either shucked himself and left here or someone else had dropped it for him. Interesting. Ah, what a perfect day.

Only… Wait. Where was he? Surely this was not his real home… Although… he couldn’t actually remember what his home looked like. All he knew was that for some reason, he was not a llama. Now, why that would concern him, he didn’t know, but he knew that it was definitely a concern…

Alright, so he was leaning against a statue of some sort. Regrettably, it was not a statue of him, but of some man and an overly cheerful mouse holding hands. Surely, these were not the gods of whatever world he was in?? How pathetic would that be? Still, he had to admit the statue aroused some unknown emotion in him. Awe? Nope. Surprise? Nah. But it was something. He was sure of that.

It appeared he wasn’t the only one here, though. At least a dozen other men and women were scattered around this statue, asleep in normal positions, asleep in weird positions, or asleep in cool positions like he’d been. Spotting one particular man that sparked something in his brain, Kuzco cocked his head. Though his own name had flashed through his head—along with an alias of some sort, Keaton Landau (a fabulous name if he ever heard one)—he could not pinpoint this man’s. For some reason, however, he knew his memory of being a llama had something to do with him.

Approaching the man and stopping just short of him, Kuzco clapped his hands like he would a slow servant. “Chop, chop, man, it’s time to wake up! I don’t really know who you are, but we apparently know each other, since you seem familiar, and for some reason I have the distinct urge to remind you that the rule of ‘No Touchy’ has been enacted from this moment on. Are we clear on that?”

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Francisco Moretti a.k.a. Tramp

Open Up Your Eyes To What a Dog's Life Could Really Be!

Mood: Worried | Scenario: This is a Problem | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Everyone Else, Lady | Tags: Everyone, revalia | Outfit: This
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One moment, he was asleep by the fire with the love of his life, their puppies frolicking about them, and the next, Tramp was shooting up, in human form, for some reason sprawled in a bush. Okaaaaay. This was certainly not the way he remembered waking up every morning.

He stared at the human hands that had replaced his paws. What the hell had happened here? Had Jim Dear or Darling slid him some spoiled coffee or something? Could coffee spoil? No, this was the work of something much more sinister. He could feel it. Cautiously, he sniffed his hands. Of course, without his dog nose, he couldn’t really sense anything, but nevertheless, something sparked in his memory. A swirling portal… characters from different Disney realms and eras falling through… him reaching desperately for Lady… Oh no.

“Pidge!” Tramp exclaimed, shooting out of the bush and frantically looking around at all the human, so painfully human, bodies scattered around the plaza. He had no idea where this was, but the name Magic Kingdom came to him after a second or two. Then he spotted a light-haired human that made his heart pound. It looked like he wasn’t the only dog who had turned human. Pidge.

He ran over to her, skidding to a stop and crouching next to her. Humans didn’t normally lick each other like dogs did, so he could only gaze helplessly down at her and mutter, “Pidge, please wake up. Please be alright.”

Lifting his head, he glared up at the sky. He suddenly remembered more about what had brought them there. Three cackling silhouettes glared down at him as he and his fellow Classic Disney characters were sucked into the portal that had brought them here, to the real world. If he could only get his paws—hands—on them…

His head pounded, and he grabbed it with his human hands. Where had this headache come from? And what were all these…thoughts? Magic doesn’t exist, ‘No Touchy’… Well, good to know Kuzco was here. Maybe. But that didn’t explain why the first thought had come from Kovu. Tramp spotted him across the square, standing next to a bench where Megara was still sleeping. That was odd. Where was Kiara? And Hercules? Unless…

Tramp growled to himself. The villains had taken the Classic characters out last. And it appeared the Renaissance characters, who had suffered the spell first, didn’t even remember that they were Disney characters. Oh, the irony. At least the Modern characters, like Kuzco over there, remembered a little bit. But this was a problem.

But the villains had made a mistake. If the mind reading was any indication, everyone had gotten some sort of magical power. That meant they could fight back and take back their realms. The villains couldn’t have given them these powers.

Yet one question remained: How would the Classics convince the Modern and Renaissance characters to fight with them?

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[revalia]

Coded by revalia

Brightness... It was caught her attention from underneath her eyelids that just freshly opened. Her dark grey eyes squinted at the light as it stung. With a soft groan she sat up straight. She sat.. up straight? How did she end up sitting? And outside?

A small perfectly pedicured hand ran through her jet black grey locks which were already loose, in confusion. Last thing she recalled she was at a shoot with her father for the film he was directing and now she was... in a plaza? This was rather strange. A soft frown formed on her rosy tinted lips as a perfectly trimmed dark eyebrow was raised in nothing other than confusion, "What... is even going on?"

Shaking the heat busking the tanned skin of her cheeks, her hand slid down her thick felted dress to where her purse is. This was simply abnormal, she had to call daddy back. However, her eyes widened in shock as her palm felt nothing but air and the material of her dress. She let out a flustered yelp as she looked down, noticing her black Chanel bag was not present. "My bag!" she exclaimed bolting up on her black heels as she looked underneath the bench she was sitting on. "Where is my Chanel?!" she frantically searched for her precious handbag. Yes, Esmee. Her priorities went all focused on her missing jewel. Not quite realizing that humans around her were awaking just like her. Just in the same predicament.

However it seemed Esmee's importance was on finding her Chanel bag... rather than the fact that she woke up in a different place that she was not at before... or better yet how?

Straightening herself up she let out a grumbled, adjusting her dress so that it hugged her frame nicely once again. It was then she noticed people. People laid down at random, waking up. She noticed some were already awake. Narrowing her eyes she wondered if one of these thieves took her black bag. Nonetheless she continued her search. Only that she haven't move an inch from the bench she woke up on...

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Location... Magic Kingdom Plaza (Near one of the Benches) | Mood... Irritated | Scenario... Where is my Chanel?!
Outfit... ꕥ
Character... Esmeralda | Type... Renaissance | Power... Vertigo

OPEN FOR INTERACTION​

 

[nymphadora.]

xx

roman godfrey.

outfit: xxx
scenario: where am i?
mentions: revalia
interaction: kida

light flooded underneath his eyelids, causing his eyes to sting. roman slowly opened his eyes as they instantly blurred up. his head ached for a moment while his right hand patted around him for his glasses. roman's heart jumped a little in surprise as he felt his glasses next to him yet he slipped the glasses over his nose. roman's eyes blinked as his eyes finally adjusted; where the hell was he?

out of the corner of his eye, roman noticed his glasses were slightly cracked in the corner, "goddamnit," roman murmured under his breathe, his voice husky as he spoke. his hand ran through his brown locks as he stood up, dusting off his body as he realised he was in a suit. why was he in a suit? his heart stopped as he noticed he wasn't with a certain someone. roman's fingers began to fiddle with the hems of his jacket as his heart began to race rapidly, "kida? kida where are you?" roman cried out as he tried to find kida.

his heart stopped once more when he noticed a girl lying in a wedding dress, her dark hair flowing like an endless waterfall. roman rushed over without hesitation and fell onto his knees, skidding slightly as he stopped in front of the woman he loved. roman's hands hovered over kida's body, too afraid to touch her in case she would suddenly break. roman loosened the tie around his neck, just enough so it would still hang around his neck, before placing a gentle hand on kida's shoulder, "kida?" he whispered softly, his eyebrows knitted together as roman hoped for a reply.

 

[nymphadora.]

xx

madeline queen.

outfit: xxx
scenario: someone thinks they're king.
mentions: AnimeGenork / apolla
interaction: jackson + keaton

madeline woke up to a light flooding underneath her eyelids, she sat upright with a small sigh and her hands instantly fixing up her ponytail. "is this some kind of prank?" madeline muttered as her hands patted around her to find a pair of sunglasses. the last thing she could remember was that she was attending the red carpet for her upcoming movie. "that would explain the dress," madeline shrugged before standing up.

madeline stood up from her spot, regaining feeling in her legs as she slightly wobbled on her heels. maddie took a deep breathe before regaining her posture, her hands dusting the skirt part of her dress as she puffed out her chest. voices echoed in madeline's ear as she heard a guy speaking, standing next to statue of a guy and a mouse.

"Chop, chop, man, it’s time to wake up! I don’t really know who you are, but we apparently know each other, since you seem familiar, and for some reason I have the distinct urge to remind you that the rule of ‘No Touchy’ has been enacted from this moment on. Are we clear on that?"

maddie rose a brow at the sight of the guy before sauntering over, "exactly who do you think you're are, the queen?" madeline asked with a huff, wrapping her arms in front of her chest. "now, boys, can either of you tell me exactly where we are and why i'm here?" she asked with a light yet plastic tone in her voice, her gaze flickering between the two guys.

 

[revalia]

Coded by revalia

"Pidge!" she heard faintly, at the back of her head. "Pidge, please wake up." she heard the familiar voice ringing at the back of her head. Only she was hearing it fainter and fainter as if she was being drifted away from the voice. She recognized the voice. It was none other than her beloved. Tramp. Upon recognition she suddenly heard the voice up and close.

"Please be alright."

Her bottle green eyes slowly fluttered open, her blurry vision registering a blob of blonde, black and blue. Mainly blue. Letting out a soft groan, her backside was aching quite a bit. She was laid down, did she fall? Her petite palms grabbed the person's arm. The blonde guy that was over her. Wait... guy? She sat up and frowned. Seeing two perfectly slim and short legs which were adorned with nice nude colored heels. A skirt? A nice ivory colored skirt that had lovely orange flowers on it. Her hands ran through the fabric, feeling it's light texture, "Am I ... human?" a soft voice escaped her lips as her palms felt her soft silk skin of her face.

It came to her, if she was somehow... turned to human. That means her beloved might have had the same change. She paused for a second as she remembered the worried blonde male that was looking idly towards two humans near a bench over a plaza covered with... humans? Wait a minute. "Tramp? Is that you?" she inquired grasping the male's arm for his attention. It was frustrating that she couldn't pick up his scent to confirm. She was now stuck with human senses after all. Noticing his state of pain, coming from his head she crinkled her forehead in worry, "Are you alright?!" she gulped lightly awaiting the male to register all her questions.

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Location... Magic Kingdom Plaza (Near a Bush) | Mood... Dazed | Scenario... Tramp?
Outfit... ⚜
Character... Lady | Type... Classic | Power... Catoptric Teleportation

With: Francisco ( AnimeGenork )​

 

[revalia]

Coded by revalia

Kadara felt as if a book hurdled from an opposite side of a room directly right at her head and knocked her out cold. Out of nowhere. She could start gaining control of her senses as she could feel the sunlight warm against her exposed collarbone and face. The pebbled ground she was laying on top of, underneath her. She could hear distant chatters of confusion. She was not alone, yet she was reluctant to open her eyes.

All of a sudden she heard a voice, a familiar voice. It was Roman. She would instantly recognize it. "Kida?" it spoke followed by a touch on her shoulder which gave her the motive to slowly open those big dark brown eyes. Blinking for a bit to restore her vision. The corners of her pink lips quirked upwards at the sight of the brunette. "Why the long face, dearest? I thought you would be much happier when you're looking at me no?" she taunted a little before slowly sitting up. Kadara didn't quite yet acknowledged that they were not the only ones that where there.

Her gaze fell on the loosened tie and she frowned, "Milo James Tatch! How many times have I told you that you are not supposed to tie a tie like that hmm?" she instructed as she tightened it firmly with the collar but loose enough for him to breathe. As she adjusted his shirt she halted and looked him up and down for a couple times. Apart from noticing how smitten he was, something didn't add up. Roman was not one too keen on wearing suits... "Why are you wearing a suit, exactly?"

The brunette didn't quite acknowledge two things; what she was wearing and where they were.

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Location... Magic Kingdom Plaza (Random Area) | Mood... Confused | Scenario... What are we even wearing?
Outfit... ❄
Character... Princess Kida | Type... Modern | Power... Master Linguist

With: Roman ( nymphadora. )​

 

[revalia]

Coded by revalia

The young blonde had been up and about for a few minutes and she had already been jumping over comatosed bodies in this weird plaza she was in. Careful not to step on someone's hand or leg. There was only one thing on her mind. Pascal, her chameleon.
Whatever happened, he was not with her and she did not like that one bit. He was her safe haven. She felt defenseless without her best friend on her shoulder. Searching every nook and cranny frantically she felt like she was going to lose it!
"Pascal!" she yelled as she bent forward to search under a couple of benches. "Pascal!!!" she repeated as she separated a few fronds of a a fern to search in between but nothing. Trying to find a camouflaged chameleon was no easy task. Especially in a place she had no clue what it was and so big! With a groan of exhaustion she proceeded her scavenger hunt. She even checked under people's limbs and bodies for god-sake. Rosalia was that desperate.
She huffed and pouted as she sat groggily on a bench when she heard a few rustling bush leaves. Her lips formed a mischievous grin as she tip-toed her way there and seperated the bush with no hesitation, "A-HA! GOTCHA!" only to find a simply bird. A bird that instantly took off the second she scared him away. Her delight quickly dissolved. " This is not the time to play hide n' seek buddy!" her head dangling forth she went back to her bench.
However, as she was heading there she spotted a white haired female, who seemed to be getting into her senses. Rosalia debated once or twice but she needed help. Perhaps she knew where Pascal went... hopefully.
Approaching her, Rosalia eagerly tapped the strangers shoulder flashing her a friendly smile, "Hey there! The name is Rosalia and I was wondering if you could help me out?!" she blurted. Without giving her no chance to speak the blonde proceeded. "I was wondering if you seen Pascal? He is a green chameleon, this big?" she gestured with her hands separated by nothing more than 4 inches apart. "I couldn't find him anywhere and I'm worried something might have happened to him..."

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Location... Magic Kingdom Plaza | Mood... Worried/Frantic | Scenario... Pascal?!
Outfit... ☀ + her tiara as a broach
Character... Rapunzel | Type... Modern | Power... Healing
With: Nova ( r e i ) ​

 

[nymphadora.]

xx

leo charming.

outfit: xxx
scenario: king of hell.
mentions: revalia
interaction: raquel

a wave of pain crashed in leo's head, causing the young male to wake up from his sleep. leo didn't dare to open his eye, knowing he wasn't ready to face the bright world that surrounded him just yet. a husky groan left leo's lips as he tried to sit up, only he couldn't. c'mon, you can do this, leo thought once more as he tried to sit up yet the weight of gravity pushed his body down once more. leo's brown eyes opened wide in fear as his mind raced, did he die? leo's eyes, which were big as saucers, tried to look around and figure out where he was. with a grunt, leo brushed his hand over his chest, only to feel another body on him.

with a grunt, leo pushed the body off of him and sat upright, placing his hand against his head which ached. is this hell? maybe its my turn to be the king of hell, that would be cool. leo smirked to himself as his eyes adjusted to the light. the male turned around and notice the woman was up, and clearly not happy.

"sorry doll but i was struggling to breathe," he shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips. leo's eyes trailed the woman up and down, admiring her beauty. "you don't know where happen to be, do ya?" he asked as his eyes studied his surroundings. leo noticed a couple dressed for a wedding, while a trio was bickering about where they were. leo noticed there were other bodies lying around that were also fast asleep. was this the aftermath of a party, it would make sense since leo is the party king.

 

[apolla]

Jackson​

"Spinach puffs... llamas? No, more puffs... you're gonna burn them..."

Jackson twitched in his sleep, unaware that he had been drooling onto a pile of rocks. He'd been dreaming, of course, like he normally did. It had been a particularly odd dream, though, combining a llama and his famous spinach puffs. Someone was going to burn them; llamas couldn't cook spinach puffs. It wasn't until the llama dropped the tray that he awoke with a start, realizing that the dropped tray had actually been a clapping noise, and had come from a guy standing above him.

“Chop, chop, man, it’s time to wake up! I don’t really know who you are, but we apparently know each other, since you seem familiar, and for some reason I have the distinct urge to remind you that the rule of ‘No Touchy’ has been enacted from this moment on. Are we clear on that?”

Blinking, Jackson glanced down at the drool he'd just stuck his hand in, grimacing. Wiping his hand off on his shorts, looking a little sheepish, he pushed himself to a standing position and looked around. He was definitely not in his bedroom, in his home, or anything of the sort. There were people waking up all around him, and some still sleeping. One girl looked like she was in a wedding dress, and another was shrieking, looking desperately for something called a Chanel, whatever that was.

Looking back at the guy in front of him, he realized that something was awfully familiar about him and the way he said 'no touchy'. "No touchy?" He echoed, then grinned, taking a step forward and holding out a finger, waving it in front of his face. "I'm not touching you...." Another voice echoed then, a girl with a high ponytail. Looking over at her, he dropped his finger and grinned again. "I was hoping someone could tell me the same."

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Tags: Keaton ( AnimeGenork ); Maddie ( nymphadora. )

Code by apolla

 

[revalia]

Coded by revalia

A sudden shove came out of nowhere that awoken her royal highness from her hang-over slumber and it was not something that she particularly enjoyed. Especially with the sudden loud ringings in her head. She fell on her back and let out a loud groan of annoyance when her close friend shoved her off.

"Sorry doll but I was struggling to breathe..." she heard him comment.

"Doll? What happened to doll face? Besides, you didn't say you were struggling to breather when you shoved your tongue down my throat last night..." she taunted. It was fun to tease him because for one thing, he always played along. Leo and Raquel have had such a bantering and bickering friendship ever since the very first time they conversed. Both of them knew nothing between the two would ever go sexual unless the situation called for it.

Seeing the all familiar look she liked to call the 'Leo Scan', one light orange eyebrow shot upward in suspicion. The 'Leo Scan' was a look on the bloke's face where he simply evaluates the specimen he targets, usually female, up and down, admiring the goods or so to speak. It was something pretty common considering it was Leonardo after all. Drinking, parties and babes... it's what they had in common after all!

She shrugged off the scan and sighed as she followed in his steps and slowly sat up, her light orange wavy hair a bit messed up from the constant clutching of her head. She rested her elbows on her knees to support her forehead in her palms. "Do we ever even know where we end up after nights like this? I thought you would learn my answer by heart now," she said her voice rather groggily. "Not quite but wherever we are we must have been to one hell of an outdoor party. Everyone seems passed out like hell."

The confusion was hitting her as much as it was to her friend. Especially since the place they were in was not the typical party hang-out that they attend regularly. At least it didn't look like one. This place looked like it came out of a child's fantasy. "Now that you brought it up... Where in the frick are we? Did we drink that much?" she let out a chuckle as her typical wild grin appeared on those lips. She loved asking such a rhetorical question. Even though the answer was pretty much well known.

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Location... Magic Kingdom Plaza | Mood... Hung-over | Scenario... Light Sucks
Outfit... ♔
Character... Rajah | Type... Renaissance | Power... Claw Extension

With: Leo ( nymphadora. )​

 

[izayoiix]

Cheshire Cat | Oliver James

location: Magic Kingdom Plaza - with: Alison - tags: revalia​

'Hmmm~'

Blinking his eyes open slowly, Oliver could tell something was wrong. Moving his head in a circular motion to remove the kinks, he took in his surroundings, focusing first on the male sniffing his hands. Oliver tilted his head and blinked in surprise at the hair that fell into his eyes. Glancing down he immediately noticed the lack of pink and purple fur and frowned before raising a single hand in front of his eyes, examining it, turning the hand - his hand - back and forth. "Hm, I wonder if I'll still be able to stand on my head..." he wondered aloud, letting the thoughts of his new body wander in his head while he looked over everything else.

It was easy for him to recognize every person in the clearing, even if they didn't recognize themselves. In a single motion, Oliver rolled onto his hands and knees, stretching in an obvious cat-like fashion. Stretching the kinks out of every part of his body, a satisfied grin spread itself across his features and he pushed himself to his feet with a pleased hum. "Well at least there was a nice nap~"

Turning his head this way and that, he frowned realizing he couldn't turn it in a full circle. How disappointing. But the thought vanished from his mind moments later, his head instantly filling with images of Alice. Taking two large steps he crouched down beside her sleeping form and laid a hand gently on her shoulder, giving her a small shake. "Alice, dear~" he purred, a slow grin spreading across his face again. "It's to wake up~"

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[apolla]

Aiden​

"Where is my Chanel?!"

That voice. Aiden's face twitched as he slept, face smashed into the side of the fountain with his neck bent at an awkward angle. The voice came again, and so did the twitch. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, and he shoved himself off the fountain, stumbling as he drew himself to his feet. He glanced down at the water in the fountain, and, not wanting to take a swim, he stumbled away from the water. "Jeez."

Looking up after he was sure that he stood properly, he spotted her almost instantly. He didn't miss the many others laying around, some awake, some not. Rosy lips, perfect eyebrows, tanned skin, manicured fingers. She was beautiful-- but also very loud. Shrill might be a better word. She sat on a bench, looking around with her eyes narrowed, searching for... Chanel? He vaguely recognized the term as one his sisters would utter, but he wasn't sure exactly what it was.

But he knew he wanted to be the one to find it.

Immediately, he started looking around, locating something out of place looking by a tree nearby. He crept closer to it, and suddenly his eyes widened in realization. Ah, a handbag, of course! "Would this be it, my love?" He picked the thing up, not carefully in the least, and twirled around to face the Chanel-less girl. "I believe I have found it!"

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Tags: Esmee ( revalia )

Code by apolla

 

[izayoiix]

Princess Jasmine | Iris Nader

location: Magic Kingdom Plaza - with: Korey&Maggie - tags: AnimeGenork​

"Owww...." Iris groaned, blindly trying to push herself up into a sitting position with one hand as she rubbed at her head with the other. It wasn't going very well to be honest. Slowly blinking her eyes open, she immediately shut them, wincing at the bright light that tried to blind her once more. Today did not seems to be a good day. She sighed, giving the side of her head one last rub before trying to open her eyes again.

It took a few moments, but her eyes did adjust to the brightness of the open area she was in. She frowned. "Where...?" she mumbled, seeing multiple people in similar states of confusion as they all tried to find someone they knew or recognized. Iris winced. She doubted she had anyone like that here.

A voice a few feet away from her caught her attention. Turning her head, she heard a boy calling out a name while glancing down at the girl sleeping on his shoulder. Iris frowned. Getting to her feet she took a few steps towards the two.

"Um..." she trailed off, her voice unsure as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Is uh...is your friend all right?" she asked, glancing between the boy and the girl who was still asleep.

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[revalia]

Coded by revalia

A vivid light appeared inside her head as she walked into a puff of smoke. She couldn't feel her limbs, it felt as if she was made out of air. As if every part of her body was part of that smoke. All of a sudden she heard faint cheering noises coming from a doorway. Her curiosity got the best of her so she ventured on, without a word.

Upon entering that gateway she saw a track materialize as bleachers with supporters and people cheering followed right after. It focused particularly on a young black haired female, talking to a young man. From the conversation she gathered her name was Violet. She went to the bleachers next to a grown man and a female with a small baby who all got on their feet as the race started. They were cheering someone from the race. By the looks of it, it was a young blonde boy who was trying to win the race.

Yelling and yelling directions at him till he won the race. A lot of applause followed by...

Out of nowhere she felt something, more like someone calling her name, drawing her out where she currently was. A familiar voice muttering familiar words.

Batting her eyes open she slowly squinted her eyes. Noticing a dark haired male looming over her, with a familiar grin slowly forming on his lips. A familiar grin. She shook her head for a moment, trying to register what she just experienced with what she is currently experiencing at this point. "Chess? Is that you? and... human?" she inquired in an obvious state of confusion, tilting her head to the right as her natural blonde locks fell to one side of her shoulder.

Her mind was in a rather complex state with registering what was going on. Firstly, she just experienced a total strangers dream or from what she could add up. Secondly, the fact that Chesire Cat was human and not a disappearing, head twirling, grinning, pink and purple furred cat and last but not least ... the fact that Cheshire was here in the first place. Was this another dream? Was this another twisted version of Wonderland? Did she wake up from one dream to another?

So many questions, yet so many are unanswered. "W-where am I? What's happening?" the young blonde inquired as she looked around her than back at the brunette in front of her who was letting everything loose as he stretched in a very un-humanly manner which could have answered one question.

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Location... Magic Kingdom Plaza | Mood... Confused | Scenario... Is this a dream?
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Character... Alice | Type... Classic | Power... Dream Walking (Visited Veera's Dream)

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Jim Hawkins




In the midst of billions of twinkling stars, which were sprinkled all across a beautiful deep blue sky, two figures, those of a man and a boy, stood undisturbed on the deck of a ship that was floating peacefully through the ocean of stars. There were no other sounds other than the quiet rustling of the sails, and the gentle stirrings of the wind. The two silhouettes that were standing on the deck were vastly different from one another. One figure, who towered over the boy, was robust and had a very confident and unique presence. Part of the figure's leg, arm, and even one of his eyes seemed to be the complex and enhanced workings of cybernetics. The boy, on the other hand, was slumped against the cyborg, his face buried in the other one's shirt. He was leaning onto the taller man for support, his eyes squeezed shut. The boy's body shuddered every few moments, as if from silent sobs. He seemed to letting out certain emotions that he had kept inside him for a long time. The cyborg appeared to be initially surprised by the physical contact, and then uncertain about how to deal with the emotional fifteen year old that obviously needed comfort at the moment. After a moment of hesitance, the older man reached to rest a supportive, skeletally robotic hand on one of the boy's shoulders, using his other hand, which rather looked like a large paw, to pat the smaller figure on the back. The cyborg let out a slightly awkward chuckle before he spoke up, but as he spoke, there was a certain sincerity and warmth to his voice that suggested he was really trying to be reassuring. "Heheh, now, that's alright, Jimbo..."

Suddenly, in act of sympathy and a true attempt to comfort the poor boy silently crying in his arms, the cyborg gently wrapped both arms, cybernetic and organic, around Jim. His voice came out nearly as a whisper. "'s alright." The young teenager sank into the embrace a little more when he was actually hugged, silently cherishing the opportunity to actually be comforted and supported by someone, someone who really believed in him, and seemed to really care for him. The reason for Jim Hawkins' breakdown was yet another time when he had screwed up when he had been trying to do something right, and had hurt someone in the process. But this time, his mistakes and carelessness had actually gotten somebody killed. There had been a cosmic storm, and he had been charged with making sure every lifeline was secure for every crew member, but in the wake of the storm, it was revealed that someone's lifeline had not been secure enough. The overwhelming guilt, pain, and grief that he had felt after learning of the death had been devastating, but now the comforting and encouraging words that the cyborg, Silver, had said to him, of how there was greatness in him if only he wouldn't give up and would stick to doing whatever he chose, was helping him cope. The two remained in their embrace for a few more moments, the boy's shuddering gradually subsiding, being greatly soothed by the geniune warmth and care of that hug.

But after a few moments, Silver gave a start, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. Clearing his throat, Silver gently pushed Jim away, quick to think of some excuse for doing so. "Now Jim, I uh- I best be gettin' about my watch." The cyborg reached with his organic paw and gave Jim a little push in the direction of the sleeping quarters, pointing one robotic finger towards them with a friendly grin. "And you best be gettin' some shut-eye." Despite his attempts to dismiss the boy, there was a still certain cheerfulness and warmth in Silver's voice, which was enough to put the boy at ease. Jim began to slowly shuffle off with slumped shoulders towards the soft golden brown glow that was emitted from the belowdecks, but before he went inside, he paused at the foot of the steps and turned back towards the old cyborg. For a moment the frown on the boy's face subsided, and a real smile appeared on his face as he looked back towards the other one. The smile was out of gratitude, and appreciation for what Silver had said and done for him, which meant more to him than he could really express. The cyborg lifted his skeletal hand slightly to wave, a gentle smile appearing on his face in response. Jim turned back around to head belowdecks into the quarters, his shoulders straighter, and a slight skip to his step as he headed down the stairs with a geniune smile still on his face.

The weight of what he had done was still heavy on his shoulders, as accidentally being responsible for another living being's death was nothing that one could simply shrug off or forget about, ever. But it did greatly encourage and mean so much to him that someone actually believed that he could do great things, and was worth something. For the longest time, he had felt that no one, not even really his mother, had thought that he was anything more than a lost cause who was throwing his life away, and he hadn't bothered to try to do anything to change that. There had seemed to be no point, and because of this, he had begun to actually believe them. But now, things were starting to look a little brighter for him. Maybe there was actually a future out there for him, of some kind.

Maybe... everything wasn't really as hopeless for him as he had used to think it was.

He still could do some good, if he just worked hard enough at it... and maybe someday he would end up being able to help others instead of unintentionally hurt them. These actually hopeful thoughts continued to circulate in Jim's mind as he entered the sleeping quarters, and found his cot. Annoyingly enough, one of the many strange alien crew members of the ship was sleeping on the hammock above him. But tonight, that didn't even matter to him that much, as he was much too tired to make a fuss about it or try to move his own cot somewhere else. He would just have to tolerate the extremely loud snoring that was being emitted from his fellow crew member.

Before dropping into his cot and immediately falling asleep however, Jim glanced down towards the coat he was wearing. The coat was darkly colored, much too big for him, and was something he had been hiding himself in ever since he had found about his terrible mistake. After a long moment of hesitation, with a quiet exhale, the boy slipped off his dark brown coat and then tossed it onto the floor by the wall, near where he slept. Underneath the coat, he had been wearing a lighter brown shorter sleeved shirt, which was much more light and comfortable anyway. Without wasting another moment, Jim flopped into his own cot with an exhausted sigh. His eyes drooped shut the second his head made contact with the uncomfortable, rough surface of his cot, his thin arms dangling off of each side of it.

Even as Jim drifted off to sleep in the cot that he had despised ever since the start of the voyage, he felt peaceful and rather comforted, a quiet determination settling inside him as the last of his conscious thoughts faded away. He would make sure that when they got home, with the treasure from Treasure Planet in hand, he would choose his own path, and chart the course that he wanted to take in life. He would make both his mother, and Silver, proud.

Nothing was going to stop him now from achieving that which he dreamed... not anymore, anyway.

It was only a moment before the boy fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, or at least one that remained that way for a little while. But unlike usual in this story, where Jim had a restful night and then continued the next chapter of his adventure the next day, this time things went differently.

The first sign of this was the fact that Jim did not have a restful night, and instead rather the opposite. At a certain point in the starry night, Jim began to toss and turn restlessly in his cot. It wasn't the usual kind of restless sleeping, however. It was almost as if he was subconsciously struggling against something, some kind of invisible pull. The boy continued his flailing for a few moments, letting out quiet grunts in his sleep, until suddenly he rolled onto the floor.

In that moment, the moment Jim hit the floor with a startled yelp, a wind picked up. It was a different wind than the gentle ones that blew throughout their version of outer space, and instead was a very unnatural wind, that seemed to be blowing of its own accord. The strange thing was that Jim was the only one who seemed to be affected by this peculiar wind that blew only in the inside of the ship. The wind picked up as Jim attempted to pick himself up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, only to be knocked over by another gust, that didn't really seem to be an ordinary gust of wind at all, and rather something that was... pulling at him. It was only when something extremely extraordinary appeared right behind him, something which almost looked like a tiny, circular nebula with its mystical colors, that the pull on him became stronger yet.

At this point, most of the crew members sleeping in their hammocks and cots had begun to be awoken by Jim's cries and the strong wind blowing past their faces. But there was really nothing they could do, and most of them panicked and ran upon seeing the unfamiliar glowing portal in the middle of the room that seemed to be sucking the strange wind into it. At this point, Jim was panicking, not knowing what was going on or what he could do. He had managed to get up on his knees and was clinging to the floorboards with both his bare hands, but slowly but surely he was being sucked back towards that strange, glowing portal. Everything in the room was beginning to be affected by those strange gusts, being blown back strongly towards the opposite wall, but strangely enough, nothing was actually being sucked into it. No objects or other crewmates, anyway. He would have allowed himself a moment to feel incredulous and fascinated by the incredible portal that had appeared out of nowhere, if it hadn't been actively trying to directly suck him into it instead.

The boy struggled against the force that was pushing him back, having to squeeze his eyes shut against it. Despite this, he desperately forced one eyelid open, scrambling to find something he could grab onto. Suddenly, his gaze latched onto a rope that was blowing freely in the wind, one end securely tied to a ring in the ceiling. The rope had been for one of the hammocks, but the hammock that had been attached to it had snapped off and was now pinned to the wall by the unexplainable force. Jim painstakingly crawled forward towards the dangling rope, bracing himself against the wind. It was as if whatever force was pulling him towards that mysterious portal was beginning to get irritated with his attempt at resistance, now pulling him back with huge gusts of wind that smacked him right in the face. In Jim's world, despite all of the fantastical technology that it contained, magic was a completely foreign thing to him. The feeling of it affecting him now as it pulled him back was an absolutely sickening one.

Finally, with his last ounce of strength that felt as if it was being forcefully sapped from him, Jim managed to grab onto the very end of the swinging rope, letting out a cry of relief once he managed to do so. His relief was unfortunately short lived however, as before long, his hands began to slip and lose grip of the rope. Panic again gripped his heart, as there seemed to be no way to escape the invisible force, and avoid being sucked back towards that portal. Perhaps it wasn't a portal at all, and instead was some sort of miniature black hole, like the one they had faced in yesterday's cosmic storm. No matter who or what was in the room, the only one who seemed to be really getting pulled into it was Jim.

For a moment the boy glanced back towards the portal that seemed to glow unnaturally in the dark room as his grip on the rope started to loosen and slip, his eyes filled with a new fear and fresh pain. What if this black hole of a portal was... some sort of retribution for letting a crewmate die due to the rope that had not been secured while they were escaping from the other black hole? What if.. it really was something meant to punish him for indirectly being responsible for the loss of life? These thoughts rushed through his mind all in a blur, mostly because of his raw and tender emotions left over from last night. Nevertheless, he still wasn't about to fall prey to whatever was waiting for him through that portal, even if it was a fate he deserved, so he began to tighten his slipping grip on the fairly sturdy rope. Jim began trying to pull himself further up onto the rope so that he could tie it around his waist. At this point his feet weren't even touching the ground anymore, and instead he was practically floating in midair, kept afloat only by the winds that were pushing him backwards. Nevertheless, Jim held on. His hands were red and chapped from clinging to the rope as hard as he was, but he was determined not to let go. Slowly but surely, he climbed further up onto the rope, his teeth gritted against the invisible force that screamed in his ears, forcing him to use every last bit of his will and effort just to raise one hand above the other in order to raise himself up on the rope.

Finally, after great struggle, he had managed to climb far enough onto the rope to be able to tie part of it around his chest. Jim didn't waste any time trying to do so. The only problem was how he was actually going to do it. With a grimace of dread, Jim let go of the rope with one hand, clinging on to it for dear life with his other. He grunted as the full brunt of the wind hit him at that moment, taking advantage of the weakness. It was just too much to fight against, and so his hand began to lose its grip. Hurriedly, Jim grabbed the bottom end of the rope that he was hanging on to, breathlessly wrapping it around himself at the waist and then doing his best to tie a secure knot. Unfortunately though, in the process of struggling to tie the knot with one hand, he had failed to notice something that would ultimately lead to the downfall of his rather slim chance of avoiding his fate. He had been too focused on not letting go of the rope and desperately trying to tie it around his waist to notice what other creatures were currently in the room. The moment the boy finished tying the rope around his waist with a gasp of relief, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed the gleam of two bright yellow, insect like eyes leering satisfiedly at him from near where the rope was attached to the ceiling. By the time he noticed this, it was already too late. The wind didn't completely drown out a low, sinister chuckle that could be heard. The boy's eyes widened with horror and a certain level of realization, as a bright red, pincer like claw began to fray the rope that was Jim's last hope of not getting sucked out of his world. All in one, terrible moment, the rope snapped. Jim didn't even have a chance to utter one last cry of alarm as the unattached piece of rope slipped from his fingers, and he was immediately blown back towards the portal in an instant that took his breath away. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself the best he could before he was then promptly sucked into the unknown portal. It was over. There was no avoiding his fate now, whether it was the one he deserved, or not.

Once actually inside that terrible portal, nothing actually registered in Jim's mind except the feelings of pain, despair, and utter terror, before everything became completely dark, both before his eyes, and even in his very mind itself.


The first thing that began to register in the teenager's mind was a sharp, bitter pain, one that seemed to pierce through his chest with how poignant it was. His body suddenly twitched, as if it was reacting to the shock of being awoken by that terrible feeling. The boy squeezed his already closed eyes even tighter shut, slowly clenching and unclenching his fists by his side as if to make sure they still worked. For a moment, all he could feel inside him was a vast emptiness, one which caused an unspeakably terrible emotional pain. It was as if... the emptiness inside him and the blankness in his mind had had something to fill them before, and some part of him was mourning the loss of it. This feeling was nearly enough to consume the boy with how empty and forlorn he felt all at once, but he roughly pushed these feelings aside for now in an effort to keep himself together.

The teenager rolled over onto his back with a muffled groan, since he had been lying facedown on a patch of soft, carefully tended grass beforehand. There were twigs and some kind of prickly branches from a bush poking and prodding at his back and sides, which made his position all the more uncomfortable. He took deep breaths in gulps once laying on his back, trying to collect both his thoughts and feelings. Strangely enough, as he tried to focus on who he was, where he was, and what he should do next, he... just drew a blank. He couldn't remember where he was or had been last, and couldn't even remember where he had come from. And the worst, most devastating realization of all was... for a few moments, he couldn't even remember his own name. For a few minutes now he had been laying on his back as if in a daze, but now he suddenly shot straight up into a sitting position with wide eyes, panicked by the fact that he didn't even know who he was or what had happened.

The boy clutched at his head with both hands, attempting to calm his rapid breathing. After managing to collect himself, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then gradually exhaled. He had to be someone. He had to have a name. But what was it? As he pondered this, trying to search for something in the depths of his blank memories, something finally showed itself, a tiny glimmer of a memory in the midst of the murky darkness of confusion and pain, and then it suddenly clicked.
"Jim... your father, he... he's- ..."
"Ah, now, that's alright, Jimbo..."
"Now you listen to me, James Hawkins."
...That was it. That must have been his name. His name... was James Hawkins. Jim let out a breathless chuckle in relief, relaxing his tense position for a moment and lowering his hands from his face. He even allowed a slight smile to creep up onto his expression for a second or two, before it promptly faded as quickly as it had come. It was reassuring to at least have an idea of who one was, even though he didn't yet remember much else.

Now that he at least had some kind of uncertain idea of his identity and who he was, he began to notice and pay attention to the scenery around him. He was in some kind of pristine location, which would have looked quite flawlessly beautiful and stunning... if not for all the bodies that seemed to be scattered all around the place, specifically around the fountain in the center of the plaza. At first Jim was rather alarmed by seeing all those motionless bodies, his eyes widening in horror upon looking upon the area for the first time. There was even a motionless female laying not too far from where he had woken up and was sitting currently, which caused him to suck in a tense breath and then quickly crawl a few steps backwards upon noticing. However, once having watched the area and all the people in it for a short time, Jim began to realize that a lot of them were starting to sit up, and move around. He let out an exhale of relief upon observing this, relieved that at least the people seemed to be alive.

None of this helped to resolve any of the boy's confusion however, as he sat near the bushes that he had woken up by and intently watched a few of the total strangers interact. At least some of them seemed as confused as he did, but otherwise... Jim didn't know what to think. No matter how much he searched his memory, and struggled to remember... there was nothing that helped give him even a clue about where he was or how he had gotten there. Any hint of a relieved or pleasant exterior around the teenager had by this time vanished like a weak candle flame being abruptly extinguished by a breeze. He now sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, a carefully guarded expression on his face, and his gaze cautiously moving about the area and its inhabitants and taking everything in.

The boy was wearing a darkly colored coat, which was a brownish black, with a light colored t-shirt underneath, dark, navy blue jeans, and dark brown boots. A stress line underneath his eye shone plain as day on his face, as well as the gleam of a golden earring on one ear. All of these aspects, as well as the thin rattail at the back of his head probably didn't really help that much with painting a positive first impression of him. Nevertheless, Jim wasn't wearing the traditional scowl that one of his type might be expressing unashamedly, and instead there was just a look of sincere confusion and despondency on his face, as if he had just lost something and didn't know where to find it. Even though this was all too true, and Jim was still brooding from the terrible ache of the emptiness and confusion inside of him, after a while he couldn't help but begin to look at the unknown world around him with a certain level of admiration and curiosity. Everything was unfamiliar to him, and yet that made it all the more fascinating. The scenery around him did look amazing, and very intriguing. He wanted to know what that statue of the creature standing alongside the human was based on. For some reason, the idea of the statue of the sentient looking mouse creature being based off of some real talking foreign species seemed completely plausible to him. But the statue didn't even compare to what he saw in the distance.

Jim stood up in order to better see the horizon, his face lighting up once he got a better view of it. "Woah." He breathed the word in amazement, a small grin of excitement beginning to appear on his face. He made a full, slow turn in order to see everything that surrounded him, taking in everything that he could see. The place looked spectacular, with outlandish colors and completely outlandish architecture. The strange and wildly differing architectural designs appealed to him, as it meant that each thing he saw would be a different, unique experience to discover. He heard the faint screams of what sounded like children coming from those strange places in the distance, but he wasn't immediately put off by this. The cries didn't exactly sound like screams of terror or agony, anyway, but rather of enjoyment. No matter what kind of screams those were, if it had been completely up to Jim, he would have taken off for the strange places in the distance in a second. But something inside him caused him to remember the other people in the plaza, and think about his situation before rushing off blindly.

Jim came back down to earth with a regretful sigh, as his gaze returned to all of the people scattered around the fountain. He didn't want to try to talk to any of them, but... maybe someone knew something more about what he was doing here than he did. A lot of them had seemed surprised to be here too, so maybe he wasn't the only one going through this. It was possible that some of the people that were still unconscious needed help too, so the least he could do was make sure they were alright. With a somewhat reluctant frown now present on the teenager's expression, he turned back to first confront the person that had been laying close by him, a young woman that he had seen unconscious earlier. The woman appeared to be a bit older than him, with brownish blond sunbleached hair. Jim hesitated for a few more seconds, before taking a step back towards the woman to approach her. He still felt a bit awkward, mostly because they had woken up so near to each other, but he did his best to push that feeling aside for now. The boy took another step towards the stranger, before finally speaking up as he looked in her direction. "Hey." Jim said this as casually and apathetically as he could manage. He had a neutral frown on his face, his hands stuffed deep into the side pockets of his oversized coat.

Despite this less than stellar attempt at a greeting, after a moment Jim leaned down a bit in order to make sure that the young woman was okay, and wasn't still unconscious or hurt somehow. He did this to be on better eye level with the other one too, even though he wouldn't have to worry much about this if she was standing, since she seemed to be fairly taller than his own rather short height. Not long after initially speaking, Jim spoke up once again, this time his tone of voice softening a little bit. "You alright?" Even though the teen previously displayed a rather broody exterior, now his expression and tone of voice became more genuine as he asked, seeming to actually really want to help if any was needed. There even seemed to a bit of genuine concern that showed on his face, since he did really want to make sure that all of these people that had been unconscious were alright. A small part of him couldn't help but empathize with what seemed to be the plight of some of these people too, since he was just as confused and lost as some of them seemed to be. He wondered if this woman was feeling like that at all too. Jim offered a hand to help her up, if she was still on the ground. He could only hope that he could be of a little help at least, before trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

That was really what he yearned to find out the most, due to the constant ache of the emptiness inside of him that would not go away. He wanted more than anything just to find out why he was even here... as well as who he even was. While some little bits of memories, snatches of things that he had managed to grab on to and preserve before they had been scattered to the wind like the rest of his memories, helped him a little with knowing who he was, he still felt as if he had lost something. It was as if he had lived a dream, one he barely remembered, and now that he had woken up, there was nothing of himself left anymore. All of the little bits and pieces he remembered of that dream only left him with a longing to know more and get back whatever that life had been. Whatever he had lost, he wanted desperately to find it again, no matter how long it took, or how hard it would be.

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Gemma​

"I'm going to seriously hurt you. Give it back!"

"No!"

"Arielle, where is my book?"

The fighting had gone on and on, until her bratty little sister finally admitted that it had gotten ruined. Gemma had a special cabinet where she kept her books. Every single one, organized by genre and in alphabetical order as well. Normally, she kept the cabinet locked, so sticky fingers didn't get involved. With more than one sibling who liked to go through things, she kept all of her items organized very neatly so that she could tell if something had been messed with.

And something had.

The lock had been broken, and while she wasn't sure if Arielle had actually been the one to break it, one of her favorite books had gone missing. It was a classic of hers, called The Secret History of Mermaids. More of a guilty pleasure read despite the fact that it wasn't a fiction novel, it was still one of her favorites and it was gone. Gemma knew it was her youngest sister who had the book, because she was always the guilty one. Though Gemma had thought her above lockbreaking, but still.

But then something had happened, and now all Gemma could think about was how badly her head hurt. Reaching up to gently massage at her temples, she opened her eyes, realizing she was staring up at a bright blue sky. While that wasn't abnormal, the many people laying around her were. Strangers, in a strange place. She sat up slowly, glancing down at herself, not recognizing her clothes. Pushing herself to a standing position, she took everything in with calculating eyes.

"Arielle?" She called out, her voice steady despite the situation. When her sister didn't answer, she cleared her throat and tried again, this time moving through the throng of people, looking for a familiar face. "Arielle?!"

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Arianna​

"Peter?"

Tinkerbell opened her eyes, coming face to face with someone beside her, someone who was definitely not Peter. Shrieking, she jerked backwards, hitting her head on what she discovered was a sign post that had been awkwardly placed behind her. "Who put that there?" She snapped, rubbing the back of her head, a slight pout presenting itself on her lips. Glaring at the sign, she turned back to the person beside her, blinking down at her unrecognizable face.

She was very pretty, with ice blonde hair and a pale face. But that didn't change the fact that she didn't know who the hell she was. Reaching over, Tink poked at her stomach, then her arm, then her face even, trying to get the girl to wake up. "Uh, hello? You awake over there?"

It was about that time she noticed that her wrist had three interwoven bangles on it. Confused further, she blinked down at them, then promptly looked down at herself. Another shriek escaped her lips as she realized that she wasn't wearing her normal attire-- but nor was she pixie sized. That much was obvious, and how it had escaped her notice up until now was beyond her.

Arianna.

The name flashed in her mind, and she blinked, then shrugged. "Guess I'm an Arianna?" Looking back at the still sleeping girl, she reached out and started to shake her. "Can you wake up please?"

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Lyla​

"Shut up, Anna, I'm trying to sleep." Elsa batted her sister's hands away, trying to ignore her. "And stop all that shrieking-- you're going to hurt your voice." She promptly rolled over, but the poking and shaking continued. "Anna!" Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, but could only take so much more of the shaking. Not to mention her sister's voice sounded off already...

Rolling back over, she blinked a few times, spotting a blonde overtop of her, blocking the sunlight. Immediately alarmed, Elsa shot up, studying the girl for a second before looking around. "What in the world?" She whispered, spotting all sorts of people that she didn't know. Most still sleeping, but some awake, and obviously as confused as she was.

Looking back at the blonde, she eyed her carefully. "Who are you? And where's my sister?"

"Apparently I'm Arianna." The girl responded cheekily, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who's your sister?"

"Anna." Elsa responded, pushing herself off the ground to a standing position. "Anna!" She didn't see the brunette anywhere. Brushing dirt off her clothes, she looked down. "What are these?" She tugged at the skinny jeans, unable to get much of the material between her fingers.

Lyla. Much like with our dear Tink, the name popped into her head, along with flashes of memory of her life in... where was it? Allendale? No, that didn't sound right. "Lyla." She repeated the name aloud, jumping as the blonde appeared beside her. "Will you help me find my sister?"

"Sure, I guess." She shrugged, but for some reason, Elsa/Lyla felt a little better.

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Cade​

"What have those fucking idiots done now?"

Cade found himself leaning against the fountain, having been sleeping. As he came to, he thought that perhaps he and his buddies had gotten a little too wasted, and ended up passing out in the park. Wouldn't be the first time. But as his brain woke up, he realized that their park didn't have a fountain. A little water fountain, yeah, but nothing like this. "What in the hell?" Groaning as a jab of pain shot through his head when he moved, he sat there for a moment more before looking around.

He took everybody in, noticing almost immediately that there wasn't anyone he recognized. Where were his friends? His lady from the previous night? She'd been a damn sexy redhead, but for the life of him he couldn't remember her name. Whoops. Shrugging, he turned back to the water, dipping his hand in and using some of the cool liquid to splash at his face.

A few moments later he was standing, and then he was moving his way through the still sleeping people, searching for a familiar face a bit further away from the fountain. Just when he thought that he was shit out of luck, he saw her.

Naina.

"Well ho-oo-lee-e shit." Grinning, he moved to her side and crouched next to her, tilting his head to the side. "Naina~" He called out in a sing song voice, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes in a rare sweet moment. He ruined it two seconds later when he grinned, and then shouted, "NAINA! WAKE UP!"

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Korey Hughes a.k.a. Kovu

I'm a Rogue. Judge Me Now, For Who I Am.

Mood: Absentminded | Scenario: A Stranger | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Maggie, Iris | Tags: AnimeGenork , izayoiix | Outfit: This
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Korey glanced up in time to see a girl, a stranger, approach him. His introverted side reared its ugly head, and he shied away from her and simply nodded in response to his question. He managed to grunt, “She’s sleeping.” Korey resisted the urge to shake Maggie awake; she wasn’t very fond of being surprised like that.

Awkwardly, he glanced over at the girl again. She had clearly woken up here, too. Not that he was going to ask, but he wondered why exactly she was in Magic Kingdom. Did she go to his and Maggie’s school? He was pretty sure she didn’t. But he’d been wrong before. She was pretty, though. That was a bit of a plus.

Maggie finally began to wake up, and Korey immediately sat down beside her. “You okay, Maggie?” To his relief, she was alright. He breathed a sigh of relief, though he still wasn’t sure why he’d been so concerned in the first place. They weren’t in danger… were they?

As Maggie stood up, Korey stood as well and stayed behind her, a silent guard. He was rather disinterested in Maggie’s attempt to converse with the girl. Even if they managed to become friends, Korey was really only able to be true friends with Maggie. Maybe he’d be able to make an effort, but it was very doubtful.

He found himself looking at the rest of the people asleep or waking up around the plaza. Though he wasn’t sure why, he felt as if he was looking for someone. But who? And why was he worried about someone he didn’t know?

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Magdalene Lewis a.k.a. Megara "Meg"

Are You Always This Articulate?

Mood: Tired and Perplexed | Scenario: Someone New? | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Korey, Iris | Tags: AnimeGenork , izayoiix | Outfit: This
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She barely registered that someone had said her name. She barely registered that someone else had asked if she was all right. All that she knew was that she’d been dreaming of a man, with blazing auburn hair and muscles that belonged in a cartoon. And… was she wearing a purple chiton? Also, how did she know the term “chiton”?

The dream faded as Maggie blinked awake. Korey’s face was the first thing she saw, and she smiled at him. “I’m fine, Kor. I was just really tired for some reason.” Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned and relished the sunshine washing over her. No wonder she’d fallen asleep; that lazy sun was exactly the type of thing she could fall asleep to.

After a moment, she realized that she and her best friend were not alone. A tad shyly, she smiled up at the girl. “Oh, hello! Are you here on a school trip, like we are?” She stood up and stretched her arms above her head again, leaning backward so she could stretch her spine as well. “I’m sorry if I worried you. I don’t know why I was so sleepy.”

Turning her bright smile back to the girl, Maggie continued, “Either way, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Maggie, and my silent friend here is Korey.” Glancing back at him, she saw Korey wasn’t paying attention. How predictable. “Don’t mind him; he’s more the strong and silent type who speaks in grunts.”

Maggie finally saw the other people gathered around the plaza as she finished her introduction. Her eyes widened. What was going on here? Who were all these people? And why were they here, asleep? “Do you have any idea what’s going on here? Have we all been abducted or something?”

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Keaton Landau a.k.a. Emperor Kuzco

I Was Dragged All Over Those Hills And I Did Not Hear Any Singing

Mood: Still Perfect. But Very Concerned. | Scenario: Ew. Thinking. | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Jackson, Madeline, Raquel, Leo | Tags: apolla , nymphadora. , revalia | Outfit: This
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Kuzco—no, he was Keaton now—was a tad annoyed that the man was taking forever to wake up. And was he…drooling? Ew. This was precisely why he hated people touching him. His outfit was incredibly plain as well. Too sporty. Keaton’s outfit, conversely, was just as perfect as he was. Slim black pants that fit his legs and made them look quite fetching paired with a red and white flannel shirt that showed off his attractive arm muscles and fit against his chest. As always, he was a sight to behold.

His thoughts were interrupted rather rudely by an overly pretty girl with a high ponytail. At her question, he smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Honey, I don’t think. I know that I am an emperor.” He frowned, the word familiar on his tongue but somehow unfamiliar all at the same time. Rubbing his head, he muttered, “At least, I’m fairly sure I am.”

Ugh. Too much thinking. “Whatever the case is, I am not merely pretending to be something I’m not. I am some sort of big deal, and I was hoping this seemingly familiar lug could tell me why I don’t remember much.” At second glance, this girl was incredibly pretty. Of course, she wasn’t on par with his perfection, but she was, at the very least, the second most beautiful person in this plaza.

The man on the ground finally woke up. About time. When he lifted his head, Keaton could swear he had definitely seen him before. Something about that vacant expression. Hmm. He stood up and assured Keaton that he wasn’t touching him. “Glad we could establish at least a little bit of order, then. If you don’t have a clue what’s going on, either, then we’ll have to find someone who does.” Now who to grace with his presence…. Ah.

Keaton strode over to a girl who had just gotten off a rather attractive—and very cool-looking—young man. “I hate to be a bother—though who am I kidding, you’re lucky to have me here, gracing you with my presence—but do either of you know what’s going on here? Or why we’re all waking up here in this sorry excuse for a courtyard?”

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the pretty girl and familiar man were behind him before continuing. “Also, I find myself wondering… Have any of the four of you felt some sort of headache whenever you try to remember something?”

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Francisco Moretti a.k.a. Tramp

Open Up Your Eyes To What a Dog's Life Could Really Be!

Mood: Relieved and Determined | Scenario: How To Get People's Attention... | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Lady, Cheshire, Alice | Tags: revalia , izayoiix | Outfit: This
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Tramp lifted his head to see his precious Lady peering at him anxiously. “Oh good… You’re awake.” What was this headache all about? Why the heck was he picking up so many thoughts at once? It took all his willpower to dismiss them. Even then, he felt incredibly drained as he straightened and scanned Lady from head to toe to make sure she was truly alright. She was. And though he couldn’t really judge, being used to her cocker spaniel self, she was still as beautiful as ever.

With as gentle a smile as he could muster with the last pounding of his headache, Tramp assured her, “It’s me, Pidge. And I’m alright. It was just a strange headache from this weird mind-reading power I have now.” He glanced around and sighed to himself. “It seems like we turned human because of those three villains. I don’t know if you remember, but they took us out of our realms last, because we’re Classic Disney characters. The Renaissance ones don’t remember who they are, and the Modern ones barely remember. It’s a whole big mess.”

Okay, he had to slow down. Shaking his head, he apologized, “Sorry, I know that’s a lot to take in. What matters most is you’re alright. I’m just worried about Scamp and the girls.” He glanced around. Their puppies were technically Modern characters, as they hadn’t been introduced to their realm until the early 2000s. What a huge mess. How would they ever find their little whirlwind and princesses?

“We need to figure out how to get everybody’s attention. But first, we need to find other Classic characters. It seems like we at least remember who we are.” He took Lady’s hand in his and looked around the plaza once more.

He spotted a familiar stretch in the form of a human man. There he was. “Cheshire!” Standing up, he took Lady over to Cheshire, who was beside Alice. “I’m glad you two are alright. Do either of you remember what happened, or am I the only one? And do you have any idea how we can get everyone else’s attention so I can explain what’s going on?”

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Arabella Morales a.k.a. Princess Belle

Of Course I Came Back

Mood: Shy | Scenario: My Poor Book... | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Benjamin | Tags: r e i | Outfit: This
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For some reason, she was on the ground. Arabella blinked awake, narrowing her eyes against the bright Florida sunshine—somehow she was able to remember and comprehend that she was indeed in Florida—and straightening her askew glasses. Her hair was fanned around her head, and she lay on her side. Ouch. Her left hip would be feeling that for a while.

Sitting up, Ara pushed her glasses up her nose and looked around. Why was she asleep here? This did not make any sense. Hadn’t she been with her family only moments before? And why had she dreamed that she was dancing? She couldn’t dance to save her life.

With a groan, Ara rubbed her temple. There was a mild pounding there, probably from having her head pressed against such rough stone for so long. How long had she been unconscious? The she widened her eyes and whipped around, her eyes searching for someone in particular. “Alejandro!” Her brother… where was he? He’d promised they’d get to have some real sibling bonding time on this family vacation, but he wasn’t here. Oh, she hoped he was alright.

More importantly, where was her book? Surely she hadn’t lost it; she wasn’t that scatterbrained. And it was her favorite book, too! Maggie Stiefvater was her absolute favorite author—losing one of her books was akin to Ara’s heart being ripped out. But then… Where had she put The Raven Boys?

Spotting a familiar raven cover, Ara put her hand over her heart. Thank goodness. She bit her lip. There was one problem. Her book was trapped under a person. A male person, to be exact.

Ever since the disaster that was high school, Ara had avoided most any man who wasn’t her brother. She was simply too embarrassed to speak to them, afraid that they would judge her or wrongly accuse her of something, as Teddy had. Oh, Teddy. Why hadn’t he believed her over the cruel rumors?

Ara nervously cleared her throat and gently shook the man’s shoulder. “P-Pardon me… I-I hope I’m not bothering you, but… you’re, um… on top of my book…” It was then she noticed the other sleeping people around them. So she hadn’t been the only one. Strange. What was even stranger was that this man wasn’t waking up. Oh dear.

“H-Hello?”

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Amberly Elliot a.k.a. Elizabeth Swann

You Like Pain? Try Wearing a Corset.

Mood: Intensely Worried | Scenario: WILL?! | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Jim | Tags: MoonLegend101 | Outfit: This
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With a gasp, Elizabeth shot straight up. It didn’t take her long to figure out she was not at home…even though she wasn’t sure where home was. She just wasn’t there. How she knew this, she was not terribly sure. It probably had something to do with why she wearing such a strange outfit. But what? Now the biggest question was: Why did she feel like calling herself Amberly Elliot?

Oh, dear. She was certainly not in her own time period. Even though she was a bit unsure of who she was, she was fairly sure she did not belong in this plaza, with all these sleeping people. Yet, somehow, a plaza full of sleeping people didn’t seem all that strange to her. Had she seen stranger? Is that why she felt rather unsurprised at this turn of events.

It was then it hit her.

Will.

“Will?” Elizabeth—or Amberly, or WHATEVER—called, searching around frantically. She clung to that name, the only thing she was sure of. He was precious to her, she loved him, oh, how she loved him. But where was he? Would she even be able to recognize him? She barely remembered who she was!

Spotting the young dark-haired boy above her, she nearly cried out in relief. “WILL! Are you alright?” She barely noticed his outstretched hand to help her up, as she leaped up and took his shoulders in her hands. “Will? Is that you?” She fretted over him, all the while doubting the tiniest bit whether or not this boy was the man she loved. Surely Will was older? That would only make sense. Seeing as she had no recollection of his face, only how it felt to be with him, Amberly supposed she would wait until this boy confirmed or denied it.

A few moments passed before she realized he’d asked her about her own state of well-being. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you, but I’m more concerned about you. Are you my Will?” Her heart constricted the longer she waited for him to speak, to respond. Will, Will, Will.

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Richard Stockenberg a.k.a. Ron Stoppable

I Can't Do the Impossible.

Mood: Worried Out of His Mind | Scenario: The Two Most Important Things | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: Tate | Tags: r e i | Outfit: This
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Ron’s eyes opened lazily. A grin was on his face. He’d had the most wonderful dream about nachos. The grin on his face wavered for a second as he took a moment to wonder why it was the thought of nachos made him so happy. Also… who was he?

As he sat up, he couldn’t help but admire the sunshine. He was in some sort of plaza, but the beauty of it was diminished the slightest bit by all the sleeping people scattered all over the place. That was certainly not normal. Then again, if what few memories he had were correct, he wasn’t exactly best friends with normality.

Oh no. “Rufus!” Ron called, the sudden stream of awareness startling him. His name was Ron Stoppable, he had another name now, Richard Stockenberg, and he did not currently have his naked mole rat with him. Not good. Very not good. “RUFUS!” Where could he be? How hard could it really be to find a naked mole rat?

There was a young boy beside him. For whatever reason, this boy sparked the memory of Rufus. Could it be that… “Rufus?” No… The name Reginald Stockenberg flashed through his head. Either way, it appeared he’d found his naked mole rat.

Reginald stretched and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He was seriously adorable. Richard promised to himself that he’d keep him safe until they found a way to get back to normal. Reggie saw him and smiled, apparently already aware of who he was in relation to Ricky. He received a hug for his trouble, though when Reggie tried to speak, nothing came out. Apparently whatever had made him human had also rendered him a mute. Great.

Another memory surfaced, and Ricky was back to yelling. “KP! KP, WHERE ARE YOU?” There as a redhead over yonder, and Ricky stumbled over to her, Reggie just behind him. “Kim, are you alright? Please tell me you’re okay.” Screw figuring out what was going on; who was going to help him if Kim wasn’t okay???

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Theresa Russell a.k.a. Princess Tiana

How Can I Let Up Now When I'm So Close?

Mood: Hungry | Scenario: Not Really Sure What's Going On...Not Sure I Care | Location: Magic Kingdom Plaza, "Partners" Statue | With: No One | Tags: N/A | Outfit: This
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Other people were getting up, mingling, shuffling around looking for other people. Not Tiana—or, rather, Theresa Russell. She simply lay behind a bush, staring up at the sky. It was a southern sky, that was for sure. But it was not Louisiana, and it was not New Orleans. How did she know this? She wasn’t sure. However she knew it, it made her sad that she was far away from whatever “New Orleans” was.

After a good ten minutes of watching clouds snail along, Terry sat up. She’d ended up far away from the rest of the sleeping people in the plaza, though she’d been able to see them through the leaves of the bush. She’d already come to terms with the strange outfit she was wearing—what she hadn’t come to terms yet was why she wasn’t a frog. Perhaps that wasn’t a very sane thought, but it was honestly a surprise to her.

Terry pushed through the bush and emerged into the plaza, putting her hands on her hips. She didn’t give a beignet—whatever that was—about where she was. What she wanted to know was whether the boys were here, too. Ray, Louis, Naveen. Were they here? Were they wearing strange outfits, too? If they were, she hoped they wouldn’t mind if she laughed in their faces about it.

Her stomach grumbled. “Please tell me there is some food around here…”

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