EVENT LOG PT. 1: Dueling Festivals

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Who: Everyone!
What: EPCOT's Dream Festival and Plankton's Plankton Festival.
Where: EPCOT!
When: May 18th to May 25th.
Warnings: Plankton.

DREAM FESTIVAL

DI.

(Imageworks.)

The Dream Festival is held at EPCOT's Imagination Pavilion, largely held upstairs. The downstairs area is is dedicated to the ride itself - a ten-minute look at the wonder and joy of Imagineering, while the theater next door is some sort of documentary about a figure named Captain EO. But the real excitement upstairs, is in the newly revamped Imageworks Pavillion - The Junior Imagination Station.

Billed as an escape to worlds that were, that could be, and those of fantasy and reality, the Imageworks is designed to get people interested in Imagineering, and as such, is filled with exhibits designed to boggle the mind. This includes the Rainbow Corridor, a tunnel featuring colored lights that assigns each guest a color that follows them as they move through it, among other things. A giant wall-mounted coloring book that gets filled in with electric "paintbrush guns", a series of floor panels that can be stepped on and make sounds, a giant pin screen, you name it.

DII.

(Dreamscape Room.)

One of the more ambitious new add-ons to the pavilion is the Dreamscape Room, a room that is set up to configure to one specific person's desire. Whoever's in control of the Dreamscape Room at the moment (each visitor has a time of five minutes within the Dreamscape Room before it's passed on to the next person) is able to shape and form a new world within the room, one that will disappear as soon as they leave. This is displayed in photorealistic light and sound, allowing for you to bring anything from your imagination right in front of you.

How will you use your time? Bringing to life a new creation, or perhaps showcasing your home world to others? Living out an old fantasy - a memory? You have a small amount of time here, and you should make the best of it.

DIII.

(With apologies to Cosmographia.)

Just outside of the Imagination Pavillion is a garden - series of colorful flowers and a Figment topiary. It's not explicitly advertised as being part of the exhibit, but there are a rainbow of flowers here, and they seem to be just as much a part of the festival as anything else. For, you see, picking a flower will make you feel a certain emotion for up to an hour, or until another flower is picked. This will depend on the color of the flower chosen. Below is a list of all the different ones!

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PLANKTON FESTIVAL

PI.

(Trashfire.)

Meanwhile, directly across from the Imageworks Pavillion, this shit is happening I guess?

The primary attraction of the Plankton Festival is a statue of Plankton made out of what appears to be popsicle sticks. Surrounding this is a foodcart selling lukewarm chum on a stick, terrible yellow balloons that feature a cartoon eye (+the above horrifying balloon animals, a stall selling Chum Bucket Bucket Helmets, and a throne set up for Plankton himself. Much like Santa Claus, you can get a picture of him sitting in a throne with you either standing incredibly far away from him or being directly on top of him.

There's also literally a garbage can that's on fire. This is considered the highlight of the festival by many.

PII.

(Ballpit.)

At some point, it is decided that the festival needs a new attraction. So, they bring it in:

Comments

[standingonmyneck]

Then don't ask what's in the chum you probably ate.

[standingonmyneck]

[She let out a shrug as Belle seemed to be entranced in the marvel of it all.]

I guess you do now?

[Daria took her hand to physically examine the burnt hand print on her desk. She could almost feel the dent it had, and it was a calming familiarity.]

It's not always a good conversation starter to go into what was on that island in my two year stay. Not like I was good at conversation to begin with, but I'm sure you'd understand.

[itsthecount]

Oh, please go get one! I’d love to see your horrible aim.

[He lets out something akin to a laugh, but much more...ugly and obviously vile in intent. A chortle? A cackle?]

After all, I’m sure that all your royal blood gets in the way of your throwing arm.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle's gaze flickers over the handprint; she's more than a little curious about it, but she doesn't want to waste what little time they have in here, so she merely smiles at Daria.]

I've never thought you were bad at conversation. I enjoy speaking with you very much.

[She's just quiet. Reserved. Belle gets that.

She glances side to side.]

Would you...show me your favorite book?

[standingonmyneck]

You poor naive soul.

[But she maybe made a small smile as she got up from her chair. Really, she always deemed herself not a very good conversationalist, despite any and all soul searching she did. She was just antisocial. That was fact.

But hearing someone say they enjoy her company...she would be crazy not to take a little pleasure in that. Someone who was genuinely interested in what she had to say...it was nice.]

Might as well, while we have it here. Let's see if I can use my old memory banks.

[She didn't even have to move really. The science fiction books were right close to her, which was good for someone who read a lot of fiction and classic novels. Daria read nonfiction a lot too, a lot of essays and research books...but fiction was escape, and it was nice to have a world to escape to. She walked down the isle, motioning for Belle to come with.]

You're asking a big question out of me, you know.

[kindaruledatit]

If you say so. I guess I'd only use that for like, forgetting a bad song that gets into my head. I'm not sure if I could do without any memories.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Many people have made the mistake of thinking me naive. [Belle's smile is knowing, mischievous as she follows where Daria beckons.] I'd hate for you to make the same mistake.

[There are all too many people, jokes aside, who look at Belle and see her as antiquated, outdated, merely because of her time. But she doesn't get the sense that Daria really thinks that, and anyway she's been nice about steering Belle in the right direction where modern ideas are concerned.]

I hope you know I don't ask it lightly.

[standingonmyneck]

I might believe you.

[Still going was her journey as she laced her fingers down the familiar isles of books. For a second, it was like if she turned around she would see her usual Koriko servants walking about. The usuals and the new people who were varying amounts of company.

A few moments later, she managed to pull out a couple books by one author. A Mr. George Orwell. Specifically, she pulled out 1984 and Animal Farm. Her tone seemed to change. She was a little playful actually, but now she was serious.]

I grew up reading George Orwell novels. These are some of his best works.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle's all too eager to follow Daria down the rabbit hole, so to speak; she watches her fingertips glide over the spines of those books, finding that strange thoughts want to form in her hindbrain as she does, but a good shake of her head is enough to clear them for now.

Craning her neck over Daria's shoulder, she smiles.]

I'm not familiar with Monsieur Orwell, but if he's so highly recommended, I'll give him a try. [Belle almost reaches for the volumes, but then remembers with a laugh that she can't truly take them with her.]

If you'd like, I could pull some of my favorite volumes from the real library for you to read. Like a trade.

[kindaruledatit]

Oh, I'm good, thanks.

[And that explains a lot...]

I already had a few of those earlier. Got me really talking about some stuff, feels kinda weird now.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Ah, makes perfect sense. A strong-willed, wonderfully wonderful girl like yourself should be herself as much as possible. Being someone else would just be a dreadful sight. Learning and growing is all without that sort of negative influence is all someone can ask for!

[kindaruledatit]

...Yeah. [She scoffs a little. Possibly too loudly.] Wow, haven't heard this much helpful advice since uh, forever.

[Reminds her of mom. If there was a mom to remember.]

You've got it though. If there's anything I'm good at, it's being myself.

[kindaruledatit]

Not sure if I've ever seen those movies. [Or if they exist in Gravity Falls, at least under that name.]

Hey, do you think you'll be moving soon? Like, out of this pool?

[kindaruledatit]

Hell if I know. Wouldn't surprise me at all if he just jumped off the screen at us, right now.

[Pauses, turns to the screen.



Nothing.]

Anyway, if he's like Rod and the others, then he's probably in Hollywood Studios somewhere.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah? Well your thing is freaking annoying!

[And also making it impossible for her to make off with this ballpit in silence.]

[dothebackslide]

SO ITS WORKING.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah! It is!

[She tosses a ball from the pit at him. Gotta lighten this load.]

[whatarenext]

Lady, you don't even know the half of it.

[whatarenext]

That's because you have a life.

[Thinks on it.]

No. I'm pretty comfortable here.

[whatarenext]

...chum?

[A wooshing noise inside his brain.]

There's chum here?

[kindaruledatit]

...Wow, that's pretty sad.

[...]

Yeah, alright. You do you, dude. Just don't rat me out.

[standingonmyneck]

Well, there's one food cart in the whole festival. It says "Chum on a Stick for Sale" on it.

[standingonmyneck]

I'd like that.

[She put the fake books back. This felt nice. It really did. Despite the good and bad lingering memories of this library, the entire point of the place seemed to ring true for her. It was a good job for her, the best kind. She could share knowledge and books this way. Deep inside her cynical heart, there was a real desire to share something that she could really give.]

Don't worry about the possibility of me already having read something. I've read books over multiple times.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh! Wonderful! We could even have a discussion afterward, perhaps...

[Belle trails off, looking up from the bookshelf and toward Daria with true delight on her face.]

So have I. My village only had a handful of volumes, you see, so I often had to choose between reading something over again, or reading nothing at all.

[tadaishi]

[Part of him just wants to leave in the middle of the explanation, but a bigger part wants to stay and hear what Joshua has to say, though he's ready to leave for good if it looks like any more death is going to happen.

And he's not sure what to think of it. He knew Joshua was apparently less concerned with death than many, but putting the fate of hundreds of thousands of people in the hands of a teenager was a whole other level of--well, not necessarily horrible, but...]

That's a lot of responsibility to put on one person's shoulders. I'm glad he ended up changing...but if he hadn't...would destroying Shibuya have destroyed you as well?

[If he understands correctly how deeply a city and it's Composer are connected.]