Sat, 27 May 2000 

  
Thanks for hanging in there with me, guys. RL has taken a toll on my writing 
recently, and I'm still working on the next part of the Round Robin. Wanted 
to get this puppy out of the way first, though. Hope you enjoy. 
  
Disclaimers and permission to archive can be found in Part 1. 
  
Christy 
  
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Lucien LaCroix's Zipadeedoodah Day...er...Night--At Long Last, The End (3/3) 
by Christy Stillman 

  
      "Epcot...odd name for an amusement park..." drawled the sardonic voice 
of the man in black at her side. 
  
      "Capitalize the whole thing when you say it...EPCOT...and it's a THEME 
park, thankyouverymuch." 
  
      "No need to get so testy." A brow arched elegantly to make his point. 
  
      "It stands for Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow." 
  
      The Ancient gazed about him at the bustling crowds and at the huge 
geodesic globe known as Spaceship Earth. "Looks more like an amusement park 
than a community to me...." Green eyes glared up at him. "Pardon...a THEME 
park. Nonetheless, I see little of a 'community' about this place. And I 
certainly sense none of the members of *my* particular 'community' here." 
  
      "Can't help it if they have no taste," she mumbled. 
  
      "I beg your pardon?" The icy blue eyes glared into hers. 
  
      "Um...I said too bad 'cause this is a fun place..." 
  
      The crystalline gaze continued for another few beats, then he gestured 
toward Spaceship Earth. "I suppose," he groused, "that you're going to force 
me inside that...thing...aren't you?" 
  
      Perking up, she said with a sly grin, "There's a section on Rome. Don't 
you want to check the historical accuracy?" 
  
      "No." 
  
      "There's a guy in Roman armor. Bet you can't find anything inaccurate 
about it, either. Of course, it's been so long, you probably don't even 
remember..." She sighed heavily and added, "...so, I guess there's no point 
in riding...." 
  
      The vampire's eyes flashed as a reproving eyebrow raised imperiously. 
"I have perfect recollection of the proper way to wear one's armor, little 
one. I simply do not wish to be subjected to yet another ridiculous 
'attraction.'" 
  
      "If you can find any inaccuracies in the armor, we'll go back to the 
hotel." 
  
      He grabbed her elbow and propelled her toward the entrance. "What are 
we waiting for? The line is practically nonexistent." 
  
AT THE RIDE EXIT: 
  
      "You know, there's nothing worse than a pouty vampire. Well, I take 
that back. An angsty one is worse, but a pouty one runs a mighty close 
second." 
  
      "Just get on with the torture, if you please," growled the pouty vampire 
in question. 
  
      "Fine. The line's too long at Test Track...duh.... How about The 
Living Seas? Wanna see the fishies? There are sharks and turtles and..." 
  
      "Sharks?" He raised a speculative brow and smiled his own shark smile 
at his Disnoid Addict. "I don't suppose there is any access to their tank, 
is there?" 
  
      "Of course there is, but don't get any bright ideas. You start using me 
to chum for Jaws*, and this story never gets finished. You'll wind up stuck 
at DisneyWorld for all of eternity." She grinned evilly. 
  
      Sighing, he offered her his arm. "Very well. The 'fishies' it is...." 
  
      "Wait," she said, looking at her watch. "It's getting kind of late. 
Let's head for the Lagoon. We can grab one of the Friendships and go across 
to World Showcase. The Tapestry of Nations parade will be starting in a few. 
  Then we can watch Illuminations and go home." 
  
      In a blur of movement, she was swept into his arms and they took to the 
air across the Lagoon. Landing in a deserted area of the Morocco pavilion, 
he set her on her feet again. 
  
      "Are you nuts?" 
  
      "Crowds be damned. I'll whammy the whole lot here if it expedites my 
escape from this nightmare." 
  
      "Hey, you enjoyed part of it...." 
  
      "Define 'enjoyed.'" 
  
      Taking her arm, he walked her toward a good viewing spot. A single 
intimidating stare, and the previous squatters decided there was probably a 
better place...most likely somewhere on the other side of the park. 
  
      "You know, sometimes that intimidation factor comes in handy," she said, 
grinning up at him. Slipping her arms around his waist, she leaned her head 
against his chest. With a small, fondly amused lifting of the corners of his 
mouth, he wrapped her in his embrace as they watched the parade and the 
fireworks. 
  
      "Now, it is time for me to exact my revenge," said the vampire as the 
final embers of the final burst died away. Eyes gleaming mischievously, he 
kissed her. "The hotel room awaits. I do hope you have no plans for the 
rest of the evening...or for tomorrow for that matter." They walked to a 
deserted spot...not difficult to find since the park was closing. 
  
      "Well, I had thought we might try Islands of Adventure next...." 
  
      His grin broadened. "Think again. I believe you'll be far too 
fatigued." 
  
      Once again, they took to the air.... 
  
***fin*** 
  
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*Note: For those people not used to Gulf fishing, 'chum' is a term for ground 
up fish heads, innards, and blood. It is thrown in the water by deep-sea 
fishing vessels to attract schools of fish, and quite often attracts a number 
of sharks as well. Sometimes divers will hold onto ropes and allow their 
boats to slowly tow them for short distances from one diving area to another. 
  This is sometimes referred to as "chumming for Jaws."
  
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