( evie is far more prepared for this situation than she may have been had she not been introduced to auradon prep first; this magic kingdom definitely lives up to its name, much to the princess's utter, squealing delight when she first enters main street u.s.a. there are shops for days and she simply can't help herself; she purchases an official disneyland resort progress city spirit jersey and tugs it right over her head, because she's not about to let her fashion game slip while she's here.

the next step, though? accessorizing.

in the middle of the shop, she pokes someone on the shoulder, holding a pair of mouse ears in each hand. ) Hi, I really need your help. Which ones are better? These, or these?

( shopping finished, she heads towards the hub, lip glossed mouth practically dropping open as she slows her approach, looks at it with awe. it's just like the castles she'd seen in her storybooks when she was a little girl — like the castles her mother was set on her acquiring when she married a handsome prince and took over his kingdom. honestly, she might be a little misty-eyed, but nobody had better say anything about it.

she walks around the curved pathway above the moat to the front gates of the castle, admires the beautiful mosaics inside the tunnel, and — she just can't help herself, she tries to yank open a door to let herself in. except for the fact that it, you know, doesn't budge. brow furrowed, teeth gritted together, the princess holds onto the door knob and pulls with all her might, throwing a look over her shoulder to a passerby as she begs, ) A little help here? I need to get inside!

( or gimme whatever your heart desires! wanna ride prince charming's carousel with evie, or maybe be weirded out by how delighted the seemingly delicate princess is by the 999 happy haunts of the haunted mansion? perhaps share some lefou's brew in new fantasyland? hit me up, and feel free to hmu on plurk at frickin. )