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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John is oh-so-happy to be ~~panicking~~ standing backstage, trying not to flail at costumes while trying to balance on his crutch and cane.

"Everybody ready?"

[ OOC: Establishy. Will be doing the working thing all day and do not have FH access. If y'all can't wait until 8pm EST, I may be able to play via AIM: jamesmovespeople ]

Phoebe takes a deep breath. "I'm all set."

Blair ~~and maybe Dean~~ were standing backstage to help everyone get into the costumes they had chosen.

Turbans (http://www.theredwire.com/images/5/cleo1.jpg) in multicolored fabrics, parachute pants (http://www.bubbygram.com/performers/mchammercpl.jpg), big gold hoop earrings and lots of beads. There were even crystal balls for the performers to carry.

Dawn stared at the turbans and pants and wondered what the 1980s had to do with Christmas. "Um...why?"

"It's wise man chic." Blair nodded with a very happy grin. "Don't forget your earrings!"

"Right, of course..." Dawn fastened the earrings on. "So, um, almighty costumer, hair up or down under the turban, and what kind of shirt?"

It occurred to her that the lack of shirt might be Dean's contribution to the costume.

"Hair up is good and uh...you know, what. We never really talked about shirts." Blair looked around and held up the beads. "Maybe you could just wear a LOT of beads?"

Dawn started coiling and pinning her hair, then glared at Blair. "I'm not going onstage shirtless."

"It's not shirtless!" Blair said with a bounce. "It's tribal garb. Haven't you seen the pictures in National Geographic?"

She considered that, because she had seen the pictures. "Would you be willing to compromise? Like, I'll wear the beads, but leave a bra on so I don't get arrested?"

Hey, a bra was just like a bikini top, and it wasn't like she hadn't participated in shirtless day her second day in Fandom.

"That is a completely fair compromise that I totally agree to." Blair said eagerly. There might have been a little bit of a blush there too.

"And I'm not doing it alone," Dawn warned, blushing a little herself, "because otherwise it doesn't look right. Having the class do it is tribal. Me doing it myself looks slutty."

"Yup. Got it. Make sure everyone's shirtless." Blair said quickly, looking around for other students. "No sluttiness."

"I think that's a different holiday anyway," Dawn offered.

Blair was going to be distracted for the entire performance wondering when the slutty holiday happened.

"Um. Hippie dude? My cast says no to the 80s pants."

Blair raised an eyebrow at John and shook his head. "John, we've been going to school together for a year. I'm pretty sure you know my name. If you don't feel free to ask someone for help."

"Secondly, Mr. Phale put Dean and I in charge of costumes. The cast can either wear the pants or perform without them. Since I'm pretty sure that nudity isn't what the administration had in mind for the pageant why don't you just put on the pants."

"Dude. I don't think I have the manual dexterity to put on these pants, even if they'll fit around the cast and not foul on the crutch. Or the cane."

"Okay, then." Blair took a pair of scissors and cut at a pair of pants for a bit. "There...now it's a skirt!"

"Um. Not to be anacronistic, since, cast, but... now I have a lovely problem that involves certain areas being extremely well ventilated. I mean, what, are you trying to get us all naked?"

John tries to flail, but it doesn't work and totally doesn't look like a one-legged shimmy.

Blair just held out the pants-turned-skirt and shook them a bit. "Try not to flash the audience and we'll be fine."

"The audience does not need to see ~~my plasma rifle in the 40 watt range~~ that sort of performance. I'll do my best to tuck. Or something. Oh, I'm fucked. Safety pins?"

Stupid cast. And it's not like it's an excuse to wear kilts.

"Sorry!" Blair said brightly. "Fresh out of safety pins!"

John looks around for someone who may be more prepared... and does not oogle the other prophesy members.

"Yup!"

Why she's wearing her bride of Frankenstein costume from Halloween is a mystery.

Well, it's not like anybody TOLD her what sort of costume to wear.

Fandom High Holiday Pageant 2006, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

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