Granny Weatherwax versus The Happiest Place on Earth (Open RP)
Although having no possessions to speak of that would mark it as hers, Granny decided she officially lived in the small cabin she had found. It wasn't a true witch's cottage, but she suspected it would do in a pinch.
It wasn't as though she would be sticking around, of course. Which brought her to her next point of business: getting out of Dizzy Land.
It seemed obvious to Granny that one had to do something to get out of the park. She figured that, theoretically, this place existed to amuse people. So, she simply had to trick the Park into thinking that she was completely amused and no longer required its services.
The way to do that, of course, was to simply go through each 'ride' in one day. She had already gone through all of New Orleans Square and, aside from the rather embarrassing incident with the fortune teller in the haunted house (how was she to know the damn fool would burst into tears when Granny summoned a demon of her own?), was making good time.
Currently she was making her way through Fantasyland. Indeed, anyone going past the teacups would be welcomed with the image of a stone faced Granny clutching her hat to her head as she spins around and around.
The things one does to go home...
It wasn't as though she would be sticking around, of course. Which brought her to her next point of business: getting out of Dizzy Land.
It seemed obvious to Granny that one had to do something to get out of the park. She figured that, theoretically, this place existed to amuse people. So, she simply had to trick the Park into thinking that she was completely amused and no longer required its services.
The way to do that, of course, was to simply go through each 'ride' in one day. She had already gone through all of New Orleans Square and, aside from the rather embarrassing incident with the fortune teller in the haunted house (how was she to know the damn fool would burst into tears when Granny summoned a demon of her own?), was making good time.
Currently she was making her way through Fantasyland. Indeed, anyone going past the teacups would be welcomed with the image of a stone faced Granny clutching her hat to her head as she spins around and around.
The things one does to go home...