All The Cats Join In (or, in this case, just one)

[stinkypete]

Who: Peg-Leg Pete and you!
What: Arriving/settling into Progress City
Where: Magic Kingdom, Hollywood Studios
When: Backdated to 6/16 - 6/20, see prompts
Warnings: None at the moment!


i. in which pete feels hatred for his lifelong enemy mickey mouse (6/16)

[So this wasn't really an ideal situation to begin with. One second, he'd been looking through his mailbox for his court hearing date, the next, he had picked up this weird ticket and had been whisked away into Progress City. Every corner of this place instantly screamed at him "MICKEY MOUSE", and he absolutely hated it. His first thoughts were that this was some sort of sick joke played on him by Mickey and his friends, but the more he explored and interrogated asked people for information, the more he realized this was a land beyond the reach of Disney or Mickey.

Which is actually worse, because now he doesn't know what to do with himself. He'd been really looking forward to pummeling Mickey's face into his skull. People don't really know who he is, and aren't sufficiently intimidated by him. Yet.

Pete can be found wandering around the Magic Kingdom. If he can't punch Mickey, he may as well find something similar to Mickey here. As he walks, he seems to get more and more frustrated.]

I swear to God, if that Serling guy got rid of it, I'm gonna punch his lights out! And then, once I'm through with him, I'll make him build the statue for me to destroy!

ii. in which pete complains about the state of fake disney world (6/17 - 6/20)

[In the evenings, you might find Pete sitting in the Animation Courtyard, watching The Twilight Zone with a surly expression on his face. Next to him sits several boxes of pizza of varying fullness. Every so often, he'll take a slice and chomp down on it, muttering under his breath. He doesn't understand this stuff, and he won't try to understand it.]

Why couldn't they show good ol' fashioned toons instead of this garbage?

[For a theme park based off of Disney, there isn't much sign of the mouse around here. He's somewhat grateful for that, actually. But it'd be nice to have some cartoon showings of himself.]

Comments

ii.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Look. Belle has her own qualms about this place. For all that the powers that be here seem to have good intentions, things seem to go awry at a blistering pace. Not to mention the fact that there's an entire evening attraction where actors put on a play about her own life, in some alternate universe where she apparently decides the Beast isn't terrible and they fall in love and get married.

Which is exactly where Belle is coming from when she happens past the courtyard and hears a rather surly complaint coming from its sole occupant.

Belle pauses behind Pete's shoulder, hands clasped studiously behind her back.]

I think they have a very specific...aesthetic in mind when they choose what entertainment to show here.

[stinkypete]

[Pete turns to look at Belle, squinting at her outfit. It reminds him of something, or rather, someone, but...he just can't quite place it. One of those Disney princesses or something. But that would be ridiculous, everyone knows the Disney princesses are all toons in some aspect.

Whatever. He pushes the notion out of his head and grumbles, taking another slice of pizza and talking with his mouth full.]

Tell me about it. I swear, theys tryin' to get rid of any evidence of toons in this town! I mean, this ain't really Disney World or whatever, but that still ain't no excuse to forget 'bout what this town was founded on--good ol' fashion cartoons!

[He lets out a huff.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Well, he has horrible manners, that much is clear. It seems to be a running theme in Belle's life so far, actually. But that doesn't mean she can't have a conversation with him, as long as she keeps her gaze averted from the half-chewed pizza rolling around in his mouth.]

I'm afraid 'cartoons' aren't yet invented where I come from...what makes them so special, exactly?

[stinkypete]

[Pete sneers, finishing up the slice and licking his gloved fingers. He doesn't seem to notice the fact Belle is trying to not look at him. Not that he would really care, to be honest.] They was what made Disney a star! Without 'em, you couldn't have stuff like this place or real entertainment! And d'you know how hard it is to make a toon? I didn't spend nearly ninety years workin' my tail off to just be shoved aside like this! [He gestures vaguely with one hand.] Half the people in this place don't even know who the heck Mickey Mouse is! Leave it to a hack like Serling to run such an uncultured place!