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

[whatarenext]

PI

[Mike is here for some reason, mostly to get out of doing any work. It’s a complete garbage fest but that’s what Mike pretty much expected.

He’s currently sitting by the trashfire, chomping down on chum on a stick. He has a bucket helmet with the most bored expression on his face. Yep.]

Oh my god, this is so disgusting I can’t stop eating it….

[Said as he starts on his second stick.]

PII

[LATER...the chum must have gotten to him because now there’s a full grown man taking a nap in the ball pit. With a chum bucket helmet on his head. Nobody wake him. Or do. It’s a prompt, not the police.]

DI

[Much later than that, Mike gets the brilliant idea of heading to the other—no, he just stumbled there by accident after getting nauseated from all the chum sticks he had.

He stumbles even further past that to find the theater.]

Captain Eo? Oh great...even when I’m in another dimension I can’t escape George Lucas.

[Stares at his George Lucas wrist band.]

Why god...why have you forsaken me? Again?

[Later but not later than the later in the earlier later, Mike passes down the Rainbow Corridor. When he passes through it, the most magical color comes by his side...brown.

Like the brownest brown you could imagine. Mike looks at it, and gives a defeated sigh.]

Oh.

DIII

[After his escapade with Captain Eo, Mike falls over into the garden. Oh great. Nature. Don’t get enough of that everywhere. Getting a foothold after falling like a buffoon, Mike accidentally plucks a sympathy flower.

Then things get weird...Mike suddenly feels...care? About things? Non movie or Star Trek things??? Mike looks around, beleaguered and confused.]

Oh jeezus I think I’m gonna hurl. Make it stooooooop.

[Mike begins trotting off in an attempt to run off this disgusting weird emotion. If he runs into you, he’ll mostly yell and topple over...again.]

DIII

[marryapanther]

Good lord- watch where you're going!

[Bagheera bristles in irritation, shrinking away from Mike. He's still not a fan of most humans, much less a human who yells and trips over him. But after a moment, he realizes Mike may be a little. Out of it.]

... Are you quite alright?

[whatarenext]

[Oh boy, the mayor again. Furrying it up.]

I'm afraid not, Mayor Starfish.

I have this thing where I suddenly feel things? For people's feelings? Like I suddenly care what's going to happen to them?

Has that ever happened to you?

[marryapanther]

What? I'm not Plankton- has he been going around disguised as me, again? I swear... My name is Bagheera, and I'm not the mayor. Unfortunately, the bastard with the eyepatch is. ... That's... normal? That's a good thing. You're supposed to have sympathy for others, generally speaking.

[whatarenext]

Ohhh so you're a REAL cat and not...a furry? Going around as a cat?

Isn't that identity theft? You could sue him.

[Sighs.]

I was afraid of that. Normally I wouldn't give a shit but now I feel guilty for all the horrible horrible grifting I put several countless unnamed people through.

Only a little guilty though.

[marryapanther]

I don't know what a furry is. Or what a "sue" is. ...Or what "grifting" is. [He's a wild animal, and he's only been given a crash course on some human concepts, not all. Have fun trying to explain any of this to him, and try not to make any pop culture references. :)]

[whatarenext]

[Oh god is this what his life is coming to? Explaining furries?]

Well let's just say when Mayor Octopus pretends to be you, that's being a furry.

[Ordinarily Mike would just fall over and forget, but this sympathy thing is giving him the energy of a half awake squirrel.]

Sue is when you hire a guy to take some other guy's money. Grifting is that but illegal and you're the guy. Thanks for coming to my Talk.

[...falls over again.]

[marryapanther]

[Bagheera tilts his head to the side.] So... being a furry is disguising yourself as someone else? Why is it called that?

[whatarenext]

Because they're weirdos. Desperate, sad weirdos with too much money.

[Is this intentionally slandering the new Mayor and calling him a furry? Perhaps.]

PII

[computerwife]

Don't you think there are better places to nap than this?

[whatarenext]

[Rising, balls clanging against his helmet as he looks into the distance.]

This is as good as it's gonna get.

like just vaguely unsanitary cw

[computerwife]

You know someone pissed in the ballpit, right?

[No one actually did that, but she wants to ruin her husband's reputation. So.]

[whatarenext]

[Sighs, flops over lying face first in the ground.]

Jeezus this whole park ia a health violat--oh fuck the ants.

[Remembering what Marnie said, he gets off the ground.]

Well, I knew if I was gonna die it was gonna be wearing a bucket next to a biohazard ball pit.

PI

[itsthecount]

Yet, you continue. That's it. Eat it. Choke on it. Eat the slop before the slaughter, manchild!

[Why is Count Olaf screaming from the bushes on this issue]

[whatarenext]

[...]

That's what I'm doing.

Why are you yelling? Did you get stuck in the bush after falling on your rickety bones and life alert fell out of your spindly whispy fingers? Is this a pigeon cry for help?

[itsthecount]

The only life that will be on alert is your's, following your heart attack.

[whatarenext]

Oh thank god, I thought I was gonna die from my liver.

DIII

[faciliheir]

... Do we need to give you a babysitter or something, to keep you out of trouble? [god don't make it her she locked her last charge in a closet and then forgot.]

[whatarenext]

[Siiiigh. Oh of course he'd run into someone who also can't escape. Figures.]

No, I'm not in trouble. I'm just going through some things. Maybe changes. We'll see.

[faciliheir]

It's just, you're on the ground. Again. Did you know most people go their whole lives without just falling over like a drunk? 'Cause it's true.

[whatarenext]

Yes but it's not alcohol related. This time.

[faciliheir]

That actually makes it worse. And I'm honestly not even sure you're aware of that.

[whatarenext]

Okay, let me start again:

I picked a flower that gave me feelings where I suddenly care and because of that I fell.

[faciliheir]

Gross.

[stares suspiciously down at the flowers] Is that what those things do? Why would you leave them just... growing all over the place like that?

[whatarenext]

I know, it's like some sort of sadist grew these.

I didn't even know flowers could do that. Now I feel a general concern for my fellow man...it's disgusting.