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Lulu knew she shouldn't be here; that fact made it all the more exhilarating to be waved through the door by the menacing-looking bouncer that manned it. Even the little nugget of guilt at her deception couldn't subdue the thrill that shivered through her. The cold air of the night club hit the exposed skin of her arms, raising gooseflesh that made her want to rub them away. Shoulders back as she had been instructed, she trailed behind her friends as they weaved through the club towards a table at the side. She didn't know what had possessed her to agree when they'd asked her to come. That she wasn't of age hadn't been an issue for them, they'd insisted, they could get her in. Besides, it wasn't as if she were a kid. That was what had done it. The affirmation that she wasn't a child and could make her own decisions had cemented her agreement even before she'd voiced it. It didn't matter to her as much as it should that she hardly knew the people she had come with. Before a few hours ago, she had really only been acquainted with one of them -- a girl a little older than herself who had only started working at the shop a few weeks before. As with most everything, Tallulah had become fast friends with her. At least, while they were on the clock. Tonight had been the first offer of spending time outside of the shop to have been extended for either of them and Lu had been eager to agree.
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Nightclubs, bars, and other such establishments in San Francisco had been a mystery to the mermaid -- her age often barring her entry -- and the promise of finally seeing the inside of one had been too tempting to resist. She'd made plans to meet up with her friend at the other girl's apartment and it was there that she'd met the others who were tagging along. They all seemed like nice people, charming in their way, and eager for adventure as much as she was. One of the others had taken over Tallulah's makeup, completely redoing the work Lu had put into it, and by the time she was through, Lu could hardly have recognized herself. The thick goop sticking to her eyelashes made her eyes feel heavy but the effect they had on the normally large, almond-shaped eyes was rather startling. When she'd checked her reflection before leaving, the slanted, dark-eyed stare had taken her aback. Though she'd never admit it aloud, she was pleased with the less-than-wholesome look it had given her. Too often before she had wished to be grown up, to be taken seriously as an adult, to have the natural innocence her rounded cheeks and large eyes gave her undermine the effect. Somehow, whatever her new friend had done to her, her face was all sharp angles and hooded gazes. If it hadn't been for the abundance of red hair, Lu would have thought someone else was looking back at her in that mirror.
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Now, one of the others whose name she couldn't quite recall, handed short, clear glasses of liquid around the table, Lulu tossed that hair over one shoulder. She didn't know what she should do with the glass but was only a beat behind the others as she watched them raise them to the center in a toast and drink. All of once. Eyes wide, she emulated them, nearly coughing up the acrid liquid as soon as it hit her tongue. She managed to swallow it all, covertly covering her mouth as she wiped away the small dribble that had escaped. Her chest grew warm as she laughed with the others. The second time the shots were handed around, she was more prepared for them and barely reacted to the harsh, burning liquid. Her face, however, was seemingly on fire even as her body began to feel light. She couldn't suppress a giggle as her coworker drug her out onto the dance floor. The music had been calling to her since even before they'd gotten in, the heavy beat pounding through the walls to the line outside. She didn't know how long she'd been dancing, the song seemingly going on for forever, but her eyes slid closed as she allowed the music to reach that place in her heart that still longed for Atlantica. It was nothing like the music at home but it was enough to soothe the ache.
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When she opened them again, her coworker was gone. The press of bodies around her all belonged to strangers and Lulu stopped, startled to find herself on her own. Whipping her head around, she could no longer see where her friends were among the crowd. A knot formed in her throat but she forced it down as she picked a direction and began pushing her way through the crowd. When she came out of it, she found herself pressed against a long bar crowded with others. <i>"Thirsty?"</i> Someone asked and Lulu looked up at the bartender leaning down towards her with a knowing smile. Lu nodded; she was thirsty, she realized, her mouth dry from exertion. <i>"What would you like?"</i> The bartender asked with that same knowing smile. <i>"It's Ladies' Night, so drinks are on the house."</i> At a loss, she pointed to the first drink she saw -- a blue concoction of crushed ice and sugar. A minute later, the bartender was sliding a similar glass towards her and Lu took it gratefully, pressing the cold glass to her heated cheeks. Snagging a stool, Lulu hopped up on to it and, holding the glass with both hands, she sipped from it. Almost instantly, the burning sensation returned to her chest. The sweetness of it helped mask it but all at once her head grew foggy as watched the undulating crowd on the dance floor.


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The hot summer sun beat down unforgivingly upon the young woman’s bare shoulders as she picked her way along the beach. Her long red hair was swept up into a bun high on her head, wispy strays pulling free to stick to her neck and forehead. While the forecast had not predicted such a high heat for the day, Tallulah was only glad she had thought to put on sunscreen before she’d left her apartment. As for whether it would last for the entirety of her outing remained to be seen, but she was too involved in what she was doing to spare more than a passing thought to her exposed skin. As she walked barefoot along the sand, waves lapping at her toes, she stopped every so often to retrieve a shell and examine it. Mostly, she was only finding partials or broken bits of shell and would toss them back with a sigh. Perhaps she was being a bit too particular but Lulu had several projects in mind and only the best shells would do. If they had only been practice projects, she might have been more inclined to accept the less-than-perfect ones. Poseidon only knew that her own collection contained a fair few of imperfect shells that she loved dearly. Gifts, and the few things she managed to sell, were a different matter entirely.
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She’d gotten the idea from the baby mobile she’d made for her infant niece for Christmas. It had been a simple enough craft and had turned out beautifully, doubling as a wind chime if a breeze shook the long strands of strung shells together. Her coworkers had oohed over pictures of it that she’d shown them and it had been they who had first suggested she make other such things to sell. So far, aside from a few more mobiles, lamp bases and decorative votives were her top sellers and, while she could very well buy seashells in bulk she supposed, there was something about finding good ones laying about for free that appealed to her. The variety in size and color, too, were worth the effort she went through to get enough. Besides, the young woman enjoyed the time to herself at the beach. While she often went down to the shore of the bay with Alana or Bonnie or on one of the surfing beaches with Andi, it was difficult to find time alone if she announced where she was going. She couldn’t very well collect shells without tipping them off that she was working on a project and, since more than one of them were being designed for one or another of her sisters, she’d rather they didn’t know what she was up to.
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That was how Tallulah had ended up at the beach that day without telling a soul where she had gone. In retrospect, this would turn out to have been a mistake on her part but, for the moment, she thought little of it. With her sandals strapped to the mesh bag she carried over her shoulder for which to cart around her finds, Lulu wandered much farther than she normally would have done. The warmth of the sun at her back and the cold pacific lapping at her toes, the former mermaid was content. If every so often blue eyes trailed out across the horizon to look longingly at the ocean, no one noted it. While she loved her life on land and regretted nothing about being a human with two legs, save for perhaps how much she missed her missing loved ones, Lu couldn’t help but miss the ocean where she’d been born. The pacific wasn’t quite the same but it still strummed that string in her heart that called for home. It was more a comfort, really, than a pain for it both reminded and assured her that she had not yet forgotten what it was to be a mermaid.
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The young woman only began to realize that she had perhaps wandered farther than she ought to have when the sandy beach began to give way to pebbles and large rocks protruding from the ground. A large cliff face began to rise up on one side of her, the sun too high in the sky for it’s shadow to have alerted her to how far away from the public beach she had wandered. Lulu couldn’t worry too much as she saw figures far above her standing on the cliff’s overlook; the area she was in was obviously still somewhat populated. All the same, she would turn back soon. Only a few minutes, she ordered herself, as she began to get distracted from the collection of shells that had collected around the base of the stones. The caution sign warning about the tide waters went dangerously unnoticed as Lu found herself caught up in examining the tide pool hiding between a copse of sea rock.
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Just why she’d bothered to climb up to see closer, she wasn’t sure, though it was likely driven by a combination of natural curiosity and a little homesickness. Sitting with her knees drawn up to her chin and gleefully watching the ocean life living in the little ecosystem between the rocks, Lu didn’t immediately notice when the water began to rise around her. It was only when she moved to leave after much longer than she’d intended that the caution sign finally caught her attention and made her aware of the incoming ocean. She hadn’t stayed long enough yet to have gotten herself trapped, thank goodness, but, in her hurry to get to a safer part of the beach, the former mermaid slipped from the rock and landed face first into the sand. What was worse: her ankle was trapped awkwardly in a gap between the rocks. Twisting to get a better look only served to wedge it that much more firmly into the gap. The water almost reached her now and came closer and closer with each wave that brought in the tide. With effort, she managed to hoist herself back onto the rocks, clinging stubbornly to her bag of shells as she tried to think of what she was supposed to do next.


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Night had begun to fall over the Renaissance Faire; darkness creeping in at the edges sleepily, as if reluctant themselves for the festivities to draw to a close. The faire itself was winding down, only a few stragglers remained to walk the grounds until the lights went out. For Tallulah, the excitement was only just beginning to amp up, though she stifled a yawn behind her hand. It had been a long day of fun and sisterly bonding with Lana and Andi -- their first outing together since they'd all been reunited in San Francisco. She'd enjoyed every minute of it, even the sibling bickering that arose at certain parts. The irritation and personality clashes and minor disputes over small things were all part and parcel of having siblings and Lulu had been grateful even to have those things back in her life. Now that they had gone, however, she couldn't help that her shoulders sagged with a sort of weary relief that she was alone again. In their time apart, she had quite forgotten how exhausting sisters could be. She loved them, truly, and loved spending time with them but she had been looking forward to this moment, the moment she would find herself on her own again, nearly the whole day.
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Drawing the thick, folded paper from the back pocket of her shorts, Lulu's eyes scanned over the elegantly typed words for probably the dozenth time. It had been slipped to her earlier in the day and she had kept its existence from her sisters. She couldn't rightly say why except that it seemed as if she should. More accurately, it seemed as if Alana would disapprove and, for as much as she prized her relationship with her elder sister, she did <i>not</i> want the whole day ruined by trying to prove she wasn't a child to be cautioned. She could make her own choices. She <i>had</i> been making her own choices and surviving just fine for a year before she'd found her maternal sister. She would never give up the freedom she had finally grasped for herself, even to ease Alana's mind. Not telling her, or Andi, hadn't been to intentionally deceive them but to avoid an argument that dated all the way back to Atlantica.
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Quickly locating the meeting place listed on the invitation, Lulu hurried shoved it back into her pocket and increased her pace. The time was drawing near that she would finally be able to start unraveling the mystery behind the anonymous invitation. All day she had spent trying to puzzle it out, finally determining the only way was to show up where it told her to. A thrill of excitement shivered up her spine tempered only by a little anxiety that she had made a bad decision in not telling anyone what she was up to. <i>Oh well,</i> she thought. It was too late now and she'd been in worst scrapes than this and come out fine. Her lips quirked as an expression of determination hardened the lines of her face. If she hadn't yet learned self-reliance then she wasn't Ariel, princess of Atlantica. A small voice queried over the accuracy of this statement given that she lived by different name now in a different world and there was the almost certain fact that Atlantica no longer existed. Lulu shoved this voice away with an inner sigh and turned a corner, the toes of her canvas sneakers kicking up a little cloud of dirt on the path, and she paused.
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Save for a couple of people milling about in the shadows, this area was near-abandoned. Dark, too, as the lights along this way had been neglected as evening had approached. Tallulah hesitated, shoulders stiffening as she debated the practicality of proceeding further. Sucking in her bottom lip, she chewed on it as she once again consulted the invitation and the directions given there. <i>Was this really the correct place?</i> For the first time, Lu began to worry that perhaps the invitation hadn't had the most innocent of motives as it had reached her hands.

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OKAY. For anyone who doesn't know how this works, it's basically a voting game. There is a list of people/characters (in this case, disney heroes!) who all start out at the same amount of points. To play, you copy the list from the person above you. THEN you add a point to the character of your choice BUT you can only do so by subtracting it from another character. (i.e. if I wanted to give Tarzan another point, I would have to then take it away from John Smitch). When a character reaches zero, they are removed from the list and cannot be re-entered by the next poster (so if I took John's last point, he's out for good) and on the game goes until there is only one character left or a tie is declared. You cannot post twice in a row, you must way for someone else to cast a vote before coming back.


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    Flik - 10
    Aladdin - 10
    Thomas O'Malley - 10
    Milo Thatch - 10
    Beast - 10
    Bolt - 10
    Aladar - 10
    Kristoff - 10
    Basil - 10
    Hercules - 10
    Quasimodo - 10
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    Sulley - 10
    Mike - 10
    Shang - 10
    Peter Pan - 10
    John Smith - 10
    Lewis Robinson - 10
    Robin Hood - 10
    Prince Philip - 10
    Flynn Rider - 10
    Tarzan - 10
    Buzz Lightyear - 10
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    WALL-E - 10
    Wreck-it Ralph - 10
    Nick Wilde - 10


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Lulu knew she shouldn't be here; that fact made it all the more exhilarating to be waved through the door by the menacing-looking bouncer that manned it. Even the little nugget of guilt at her deception couldn't subdue the thrill that shivered through her. The cold air of the night club hit the exposed skin of her arms, raising gooseflesh that made her want to rub them away. Shoulders back as she had been instructed, she trailed behind her friends as they weaved through the club towards a table at the side. She didn't know what had possessed her to agree when they'd asked her to come. That she wasn't of age hadn't been an issue for them, they'd insisted, they could get her in. Besides, it wasn't as if she were a kid. That was what had done it. The affirmation that she wasn't a child and could make her own decisions had cemented her agreement even before she'd voiced it. It didn't matter to her as much as it should that she hardly knew the people she had come with. Before a few hours ago, she had really only been acquainted with one of them -- a girl a little older than herself who had only started working at the shop a few weeks before. As with most everything, Tallulah had become fast friends with her. At least, while they were on the clock. Tonight had been the first offer of spending time outside of the shop to have been extended for either of them and Lu had been eager to agree.
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Nightclubs, bars, and other such establishments in San Francisco had been a mystery to the mermaid -- her age often barring her entry -- and the promise of finally seeing the inside of one had been too tempting to resist. She'd made plans to meet up with her friend at the other girl's apartment and it was there that she'd met the others who were tagging along. They all seemed like nice people, charming in their way, and eager for adventure as much as she was. One of the others had taken over Tallulah's makeup, completely redoing the work Lu had put into it, and by the time she was through, Lu could hardly have recognized herself. The thick goop sticking to her eyelashes made her eyes feel heavy but the effect they had on the normally large, almond-shaped eyes was rather startling. When she'd checked her reflection before leaving, the slanted, dark-eyed stare had taken her aback. Though she'd never admit it aloud, she was pleased with the less-than-wholesome look it had given her. Too often before she had wished to be grown up, to be taken seriously as an adult, to have the natural innocence her rounded cheeks and large eyes gave her undermine the effect. Somehow, whatever her new friend had done to her, her face was all sharp angles and hooded gazes. If it hadn't been for the abundance of red hair, Lu would have thought someone else was looking back at her in that mirror.
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Now, one of the others whose name she couldn't quite recall, handed short, clear glasses of liquid around the table, Lulu tossed that hair over one shoulder. She didn't know what she should do with the glass but was only a beat behind the others as she watched them raise them to the center in a toast and drink. All of once. Eyes wide, she emulated them, nearly coughing up the acrid liquid as soon as it hit her tongue. She managed to swallow it all, covertly covering her mouth as she wiped away the small dribble that had escaped. Her chest grew warm as she laughed with the others. The second time the shots were handed around, she was more prepared for them and barely reacted to the harsh, burning liquid. Her face, however, was seemingly on fire even as her body began to feel light. She couldn't suppress a giggle as her coworker drug her out onto the dance floor. The music had been calling to her since even before they'd gotten in, the heavy beat pounding through the walls to the line outside. She didn't know how long she'd been dancing, the song seemingly going on for forever, but her eyes slid closed as she allowed the music to reach that place in her heart that still longed for Atlantica. It was nothing like the music at home but it was enough to soothe the ache.
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When she opened them again, her coworker was gone. The press of bodies around her all belonged to strangers and Lulu stopped, startled to find herself on her own. Whipping her head around, she could no longer see where her friends were among the crowd. A knot formed in her throat but she forced it down as she picked a direction and began pushing her way through the crowd. When she came out of it, she found herself pressed against a long bar crowded with others. <i>"Thirsty?"</i> Someone asked and Lulu looked up at the bartender leaning down towards her with a knowing smile. Lu nodded; she was thirsty, she realized, her mouth dry from exertion. <i>"What would you like?"</i> The bartender asked with that same knowing smile. <i>"It's Ladies' Night, so drinks are on the house."</i> At a loss, she pointed to the first drink she saw -- a blue concoction of crushed ice and sugar. A minute later, the bartender was sliding a similar glass towards her and Lu took it gratefully, pressing the cold glass to her heated cheeks. Snagging a stool, Lulu hopped up on to it and, holding the glass with both hands, she sipped from it. Almost instantly, the burning sensation returned to her chest. The sweetness of it helped mask it but all at once her head grew foggy as watched the undulating crowd on the dance floor.


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