Luceti Land!!

[lucetimods]

Who: luceti
What: Amusement Parking!
When: Today til the end of the month
Where: A veritable pleasure island, east of the Beach Fort.
Summary: An amusement park has popped up in Luceti. It's all over here.
Rating: F is for friends who do stuff together!

Just some notes here not in the mod post -
1) The weather will be bright and partly cloudy for the rest of the month on the beach side of things. A nice cool sea breeze will keep people from melting out there.
2) All the old Luceti Land rides are still available. However, feel free to make up your own attractions and rides as well.
3) Since this is around for two weeks, we may put up another mass log if this one gets too full. So keep an eye on that!
4) Don't forget to tag your character's name on to the log! If you don't have one yet, just let us know and we'll get you hooked up.

As way of explanation for all this, Bil will have written a message on the first page of the journals. It cannot be replied to, it simply states:

"My condolences for all the trouble. You were due for an experiment today, but I thought you might enjoy an amusement park instead. It seemed like the sort of thing the Great One would do."

Comments

[consultmybooks]

"Jack, wait!" Giles is gasping for breath as he catches up with Jack. "W-Wouldn't it make more sense to just wait at the end of the ride?!"

He's not even sure Buffy would come on to this type of ride. Especially not with Jack. But, but they might have done something to her, or messed with her mind...you never know, with the Malnosso.

"Y-You go in, or I'll go in, and, and one of us can wait at the end..."

[all7seas]

But Jack Sparrow was not listening; he had seen his Annie go into the tunnel? Then through the tunnel he would follow. Into the boat he clambered, frowning at the pink heart-shaped seats inside. What manner of devilry was this?

"There's no time, former Watcher! What if her companion intends her some harm in this tunnel?! What if she's been shifted by their foul contrivances?!"

Then he drew his pistol and trained it on the Watcher. "I followed you into your pit. You'll follow me into the Tunnel of Love and Justice, because she needs you, damn it. She's needed you, you cold distant bastard. IN."

[consultmybooks]

Holy sweet mother of God, Jack is pointing a gun at him. Giles' hands reflexively go into the air, eyes going wide with shock.

Right. First possibly opportunity, knock the crazy pirate unconscious and leave him somewhere where he can't hurt anyone. Until then? In the boat the former Watcher goes.

"You're barking."

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[all7seas]

With a foreboding kathunk the small, intimate, rose-colored little craft dropped into the slow-flowing river of love and the curving walls closed around them. Jack found the seating to be uncomfortably...close. He tried scrunching himself into the corner of the boat but that was rather difficult considering the bar that insisted on trying to close itself over their knees.

"Not barking. Highly rational." Highly rational and sleep-and-food-deprived. And desperate. His many rings clinked against the metal of the safety bar as he wrapped cold fingers around it and determinedly stared at the tunnel ahead. "Now. How do we make this thing go faster? We need it to go fast and catch up with her after all the time you wasted waffling."

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[all7seas]

"......What on earth is that music?"

[consultmybooks]

Giles, for his part, is sitting with his head in one hand, having surrendered to the inevitable. Yes, if he really, honestly tried, he could probably lift the bar. On the other hand, if he tries, Jack might point a gun at him again.

"We don't make it go faster. And Jack, for your sake, you had best start praying that that really is Buffy in the boat ahead of us. She is the only thing in any world right now that will stop me from beating the stuffing out of you when we finally get out of here."

The music draws nothing more than a grim, bitter, slightly hysteric laugh.

[all7seas]

The gun isn't loaded, of course. Who brings a loaded pistol to a carnival?

It strikes Jack then that he and Rupert Giles are cruising at the speed of a long, luxurious makeout session through a faintly-pink-neon-glow tunnel in a heart-shaped boat. The entrance to the ride is falling far behind them.

"One of us should've waited at the end of the ride," he said in a faint, rather strangled voice.

Meanwhile, a new song begins piping thinly through the ride's sound system and a flight of gauzy cupids swing overhead as they enter a new part of the ride; this features animatronic people singing along with the female vocalist.

A very tiny, strangled "help" finds its way out of Jack's mouth before he is stunned into silence at the implications of the situation.

[consultmybooks]

A half mad, sleep deprived, hallucinating pirate, that's who.

"The only help I'm prepared to offer is a face so unrecognizably mangled that no one will recognize you when this nightmare finally ends."

Congratulations, Jack. Giles officially loathes you more now than he did as a vampire. His voice is a growl as he keeps his eyes determinedly closed and tries desperately to ignore the music and the soft, rosy light filtering in past his eyelids.

"Bloody pirate."

[all7seas]

Clearly the answer to this problem was to talk about Manly Things. Big, hard, strong, fierce things. Like

"Anchors," the bloody pirate hurriedly supplied, keeping his eyes forward, fingers biting into that metal bar as though somehow he could give their boat speed just by throttling it. "Erm. Do you have one, yet? Foooooor the boat?"

[consultmybooks]

Jack really wants to talk about big, hard, strong, manly things? Here and now of all times? What the hell is wrong with this pirate?

"No, we don't have an anchor." His voice is tight as he tries not to focus on how quickly he could throttle the man currently attempting to throttle their death trap of a boat. "Don't have a sail yet, either. Or rope. I was given to understand that a great deal of rope is required."

[all7seas]

"Aye. Rope. Lots of--" And the music changes again. One of the animatronic dolls seems to be leering directly at Jack, and the pirate unconsciously shifts closer to the center of the boat. And to Giles.

"I think his eyes are following me."

[consultmybooks]

Giles shoves Jack. Hard. It might not do much good, but there's a point to be made, damn it.

"Probably is. They seem to be able to do quite a lot with technology, here."

Not that he's looking. At anything.

[all7seas]

"Ouch! Right! Sorry!" The shove lands the pirate hard against the side of the boat. He hadn't ANY intention of getting too close for comfort, except everything here was too close for comfort. They were, after all, in a tunnel.

"This boat? Far too slow. I vote that you get out and push."

[consultmybooks]

"As the hostage and innocent victim for the evening, I refuse. I'm not adding manual labor and possibly attack by droids to the list of troubles you've brought on for me."

[all7seas]

"Droids....you think they'd attack us in here? Seems so..." He searches for the word. "Safe" is not the word.

"...Narrow."

[consultmybooks]

"Just narrow enough for them to block off all avenues of escape. Yes, I think they would attack us in here if we disrupted proceedings. And I don't fancy getting locked in that infernal time out zone when I wanted to be back at the village."

[all7seas]

"And there I was, thinking this couldn't get worse."

Jack Sparrow, never, ever say things like that, man. Because when things like that are said, then inevitably things DO get worse. As when this song starts playing. And the lights get very low. And strange perfumes start getting sprayed on them: a mix between Axe and pheremones.

[consultmybooks]

Giles knows this. Even the ordinary citizenry of Sunnydale never, ever said things like that. And so he lets out a groan of frustration just in time to inhale a mouthful of perfume and go off on a coughing fit.

In between, he manages to wheeze.

"If you should...s-suddenly have...the worst day of your life shortly after tonight...you have only yourself to blame."

[all7seas]

"But that's directly my point! IT CAN'T GET WORSE THAN THIS!"

He has to raise his voice to speak over the music, you see. It is blaring at this point.

And then the lights go out.

And Jack feels something light brush against his leg.

"GET YOUR HAND OFF MY THIGH, FORMER WATCHER."

[consultmybooks]

"Keep your voice down, you sodding pirate!"

It was not Giles' hand on Jack's leg. This was, however, Giles' hand grabbing for the back of Jack's neck to smack his head against the guard rail.

"I'd actually prefer the music to your screeching."

[all7seas]

"OUCH!"

One moment, Jack was yelling and trying to shoo away the hand or whatever-it-was that had groped him. The next, he was seeing stars and hearing bells and feeling the steady trickle of something warm and wet into his left eye.

Mercifully, at least the music had stopped. There was another sound filling the tunnels, now. The sound of metal on love.

"That...doesn't sound wholesome."

[consultmybooks]

"Is there anything about this that does strike you as wholesome?"

Giles resumes his past position of head in hands and eyes shut. It doesn't matter that its still pitch dark. It helps his already frayed state of mind, and slightly lessens the temptation to add another head wound to Jack.

[all7seas]

"No."

The metal sound resolves itself into the sound of tromping metal feet. Sloshing, tromping feet.

[consultmybooks]

Giles goes absolutely still for several seconds...before letting his head thud in defeat against the rail.

"Bugger..."

[all7seas]

"To me? To me that sounds like the justice portion of the Tunnel of Love and Justice, mate."