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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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Ranma takes her arm and tugs lightly, his face lost and a bit helpless. //What're ya doin'..?// To the audience the said gesture must look a lot like the princess fawning at the side of her protective samurai.

Setsuna turned sharply toward the light touch on her arm. And then she saw Ranma there in her...his! his kimono and those pleading, helpless eyes...and her breath caught a bit...

The twins took this opportunity to direct the story away from them and back to the main focus.

"After slaying the enemies of the twin nations," Hikaru turned to Kaoru who promptly flopped to his side and let out a rather abrupt 'ow', "the samurai met his fair maiden on the battle feild, where they exchanged words of undying love and devotion, never expecting the surprise coming toward them from the sky."

Hikaru had leapt far enough to the side of the stage that he could easily manipulate any sort of ropes tied there. "A demon attacked the two from above, aiming itself directly at the girl." He said, tugging at some of the ropes that held the typical bags of sand above a stage ~~Cuz all stages NEED them~~.

Setsuna was ready to throw another hissy fit at the twins. "We are not exchanging words of undying lo--"

But there was something flying at her from above. Not so much flying, really, as it was falling, and her action impulses kicked back in. She swiped Ranma up her arms as she jumped back slightly wings flapping as she took flight to move them both out of the way. She set Ranma back down quickly, and dove toward 'attacking demon' with her bokken ready to strike.

What the?! Ranma's feeling a bit dizzy. After she sets him down he wobbles slightly, he can only watch Setsuna at the moment, and wonder to himself if this was really worth the 1000 dollars of debt getting paid off by his participation...

"Attacking demon" was as low-tech as they come, especially since this demon was just a fanciful whim of Hikaru's at the last moment. It was merely a frayed sand bag loosened from it's curtain pull, and Setsuna was putting up a good fight with it.

"Luckily the samurai was lighter on his feet than the demon expected! The maiden was saved and the demon lay dying at the feet of the brave samurai." Hikaru grinned.

Setsuna scratched the back of her head a little as she looked down at her defeated foe at her feet, realizing that she'd just beaten up a freakin' sandbag. She then looked up and gave the twins a dry look. They were insane....

They both grinned, quite pleased with how things had fallen into place.

"Unfortunately, this story is one lined with tragedy rather than happiness. The samurai's interactions," Hikaru remained vague to please Setsuna, "with his Daimyo's daughter did not fair well with him and the Samurai was to face Seppuku (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seppuku) at his lord's command."

"Ritual suicide!" Kaoru called out from his 'dead' position on stage.

"But, not before a confession to his fair maiden, of course." Hikaru added to the end. The love story was such a good element!

Setsuna eyes narrowed at the twins, wishing she could commit real suppuku right now, but it would be rather long and painful with just a wooden bokken.

"I have nothing to confess," she insisted, stamping her foot on the dead sandbag deamon.

Hikaru cleared his throat a little, "Well, that's how the story goes." He raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Fine," Setsuna grumbled. "Just make it quick so I can get on with the ritual suicide."

//Setsuna... ya only have ta say it if ya wanna...// He blushes. SO MANY PEOPLE ARE WATCHING! He'd be very scared to say it too.

Ack! At least he wasn't tugging at her arm again. "I said just make it quick and let's get this fiasco over with already!"

"Without getting into too much detail..."

"It was a really sad goodbye. Lots of crying, kissing, all of it." Kaoru called from the floor.

"And then he took his sword and died." Hikaru would have struck the gong...but he'd tossed it earlier and had yet to retrieve it.

It was about damn time. Promptly and swiftly, Setsuna stabbed herself dramaticly in the stomach with her bokken, oh-so-expertly siding it between her side and her chest. She let out gasping cough, eyes crossing as her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she sunk to her knees, grasping the weapon tightly in her oh-so-impressive death scene.

Ranma stands blinking at the large audience. Woow. What's he suposed to do now?

She was dying here and Ranma was just standing there?

//"Ranma!"// She hissed with a slight glance his way in between her overdramatic wretches and gags. Her head cocked several times toward one of her discarded bokken. //"You have to finish me off!"//

Gag, gag, wretch; Ohhhhhh, the paiiiin. She made a small motion at her stomach, hands blossoming out to symbolize the spilling of her disembowled gut.

Ranma looks mournful, finally getting it down what he's suposed to do. He picks up a bokken and pretends to chop off Setsuna's head. "I'm sorry brave sammurai... M-my l-love.."

It was a good thing Setsuna had to collapse here dead, because that absolutely killed her. She collapsed onto the stage, slumping over the sandbag with one final wretched. She hoped the twitching could pass off as good acting...

He had to get into character at that moment, didn't he?

No, that wasn't snickering from the twin's side of the stage. Both got up from their places on the stage to come together at the front of the stage.
"The End! Thank you for your time!" They grinned and bowed courteously, picking up their instruments and moving across the stage so that they could help Setsuna up and tug them both off stage.

Ranma tries to bow, he's pulled off stage pretty fast though...

Setsuna remained dead and limp for the twins to drag off stage. There was no way she was facing that crowd right now.

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