fandomhigh | Fandom High Holiday Pageant 2006, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

Once everyone was seated, The Tick walked out onto the stage wearing a keen tux. He was ready to celebrate the holidays in style.

"Welcome, chums, to the 2006 Fandom High Holiday Pageant! This year, we're looking to make the pageant as broad as possible, covering several different holidays with several different methods of educating us all with fun! It's Funducation, not to be confused with Funded Education!"

"On the Holiday Tree of Funducation, information is the presents, and you are the children gathered around, hoping for the Hanukkah Wii of Information, or the X-Mas-Box of Knowledge! Our volunteers are the ornaments, making sure the Tree is shiny and festive! The participating classes are the lights that illuminate with organization and color! And I," Tick said, grinning broadly, "am a jolly man in a blue suit! I am not just your Master of Ceremonies tonight, I am also your Santa of Ceremonies! So please allow me to welcome you to this year's Tree of Funducation, the Holiday Pageant!"

[OOC: Please ~~wait for and then~~ follow the OCD. There is a thread for each performance, and then a Performance and Audience sub-thread for each. Please use the subthreads. Pretty self explanatory. Everyone should know what they're doing and which thread they're doing it in, hopefully. If, for some reason, we have threads that are not pinged into as of really late Friday night, I may get creative and randomly recruit people at the last minute if it doesn't Joss them just to make sure the pageant stands as being complete.

I'd like to say thank you in advance to all of my volunteers and I can't wait to see what you put together!]

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Door blinks, but in her case it's to see a familiar face. After a second to consider the wisdom of it all, she shrugs and waves at the dancing troll with a grin. It might look like she's jazz-handsing, though in fact she's fingerwiggling.

Evie's both a little stunned and a little scared, but the troll doesn't seem to be doing anything else.... "How on earth...?"

Door tilts her head at it. "That's one of the trolls that was in the belltower while you were a prisoner. Professor Covington pointed her gun at his feet and told him to dance." She grins. "Apparently she said the right thing!"

"Oh, well, then. That's reassuring." Evie started to giggle a little, then remembered something. "You were a heroine! Huzzah! Very late, but huzzah!"

Door smiles. "It sounds so strange to say, but I had fun. Not the killing things part, but feeling like I could take care of myself and didn't have to run? I liked that."

"I wish I'd gotten to do that," Evie said, a little mournfully. "Still! I gave Jack a pipe to hit a troll with. And we got away from it. But I would have liked to help." She bit her lower lip. "Was the killing things very bad?"

"They were attacking us," Door answers. "I don't think I'd be able to kill something that wasn't trying to kill or capture me, or someone I cared about."

Evie's not sure she could ever do it, not sure she's brave enough, tough enough. "Still. You did what you had to do." She smiled slightly. "Door the Daring."

"I expect you could too," Door answers, thinking of her conversation with Anders on the same topic. "If you had to."

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