Application: Ray Kowalski, "Due South"

[shake_bad_guys]

Fraser got the bad guy, no surprise there, and even if he'd had to fall down an abandoned mineshaft to do it, well, he was Fraser, so of course when Ray yelled down after him he yelled back up that he was fine, just fine, Ray

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[una_harlequin]

"They never ask about the guns, for some reason," Una says, strolling into the entrance plaza. She extends her hand in greeting. "Una Persson. You're a bit overdressed, Mr Kowalski."

((*is gleeful*))

[shake_bad_guys]

"Detective. Or, uh," giving her the once-over as he shook her hand, "Ray. If you want. And yeah, I was in the Arctic. Mind telling me what the hell's going on?"

The "guns" remark was next on his list, but what the hell? really needed to be addressed first.

[una_harlequin]

"I must be the first of the welcoming committee to arrive. All right." She smiled apologetically. "Like the other fifty or sixty lost souls in this place, you're in Disneyland. Or specifically, an isolated dimensional pocket of some kind that looks like Disneyland in the first decade of the twenty-first century. Where the weather is always pleasant, the food never runs out, and the way home remains elusive."

[shake_bad_guys]

"...What?"

[iron_and_latin]

"It was Shakespeare in Henry VI," Sam says to the guy as he wanders up to him. "'First thing we do, let's kill the lawyers. But they decided that it was a bad idea in the end. Hi, I'm Sam. So where are you from?"

[shake_bad_guys]

"Pretty sure it would've been a lawyer who said it to me, so for them, yeah, bad. I'm Ray, I'm from Chicago." He bounces on the balls of his feet a little, and then offers his hand to the kid. "How about you?"

[iron_and_latin]

"Lawrence Kansas," Sam answers immediately, taking his hand. "I've been to Chicago. I liked it a lot, except," for Meg and the Shadow Spirits and almost dying and having to let Dad go again, "it was kinda cold. Not quite that cold, though," he gestures at the guy's arctic-like attire.

[shake_bad_guys]

"Yeah, Chicago weather sucks in the winter. And the summer, actually." Having been reminded of the heat by Sam's comment, and also by a glop of melted snow falling down the back of his neck and making him flinch, Ray begins divesting himself of his outer layers. "Kinda bundled up. I was, uh. Fighting terrorists on snowmobiles in the Arctic Circle."

Man, he never had to construct sentences like that before he started hanging out with Fraser.

[i_have_my_flaws]

Starbuck had been running.

It had been one of those days where the usual routine hadn't sat well. The typical amount of sweat hadn't cleared her head. The sunshine was giving her a headache. She hadn't seen Sam yet that day, and was glad; she would have probably brushed him off. Or punched him in the face. Which wouldn't have been nice considering... well, just considering.

The last thing she had expected to see while jogging past the entrance was a familiar face.

"It all makes sense now... doesn't it? Now we can talk, now we can talk about a lot of things."

That bastard. They were here. They had been here the whole frakking time, this place, the whole thing, maybe even everyone she knew, and she had just gone along, she had believed it and them, and been sad when people had disappeared and actually talked, admitted things that she couldn't

[shake_bad_guys]

So Ray was starting to get kind of overheated here, and thirsty, especially after Una had been talking about drinks, but for the most part he figured he was getting a handle on this insane situation he was in. He was actually sort of looking forward (while still definitely wishing to be back where he'd come from, right now if you don't mind) to being able to go inside the park and see what people were doing. Everybody he'd met so far had been pretty interesting.

He was weirdly delighted to see the wolf-like dog approaching. It was kind of like the park was trying to make him feel at home. "Hey buddy..." checking the relevant anatomy "...girl." He bent slightly and held out his hand for her to sniff. "Someone here belong to you?"

...And then there was a blonde chick with a gun pointed straight at him, and Ray was suddenly feeling like he was right back home in a whole different way"Whoa, lady," he said, lifting his hands up to look harmless, while keeping them low enough to go for his gun. He crouched down a little more, in

[i_have_my_flaws]

That... sounded nothing like....

"No games," she snapped. "I don't know what the frak you think you're doing here with all these people, or if their yours, but it ends now. You should start talking, unless you talk better with lead in your shoulder."

Sador was looking very perturbed. She took one step toward the stranger like she wanted to go to him, then stopped, looked back at Starbuck and started whining.

[shake_bad_guys]

'Frak'?

"Hey, no problem, lady, I can talk. What do you want me to say, huh?" He kept his hands sort-of-but-not-really up, and his eyes on hers. Dog was in the way - he hoped like hell this chick wasn't crazy enough to shoot her own dog.

[mickey_mous]

"Well, all righty, Ray," Mickey giggles. "You ready to find out which of our excitin' lands you're gonna live in?"

[shake_bad_guys]

Ray, holding his hand to his bruised cheekbones and wishing he had some ice, answered warily, "Do I got a choice? How exciting are they?"

[mickey_mous]

"We've got eight neato lands that you could live in." Mickey ticks them off on his fingers and there are just enough fingers for lands.

"There's Adventureland for tough guys and gals, Tomorrowland for people of the future, Critter Country for critters and the people who love 'em, Toon Town (that's where I live), Fantasyland is a magical place, Main Street for normal folks, New Orleans Square which is a little spooky, and Frontierland for those folks who are on the edge and in between. If you could choose your home, where would you want to be?"

[shake_bad_guys]

"On the edge sounds about right."