The Big Show! Pageant Time!

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Janine sets up the ticket booth outside the doors of the theater while Marshall runs the final tech check on the lights and sound equipment. This is going to be the best Holiday Pageant ever!

[OOC: Wait until the shiny threads are up!]

ETA: [OOC: Everything up to the pre-show should be good]

ETA: [OOC: Let the show begin!]

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(Stage) Song!

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Bristow's little choir of doom line up, slightly staggered out for a 3D effect.

Jingle Bells

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

No funny stuff, Crichton.

Re: Jingle Bells

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin, as close to the wings of the stage as he can get while still being considered part of the production, looked around at his fellow singers.

He yanked at his jaunty minstel hat and hated his life.

Then he clanged on his banthabell and began singing.

Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh

Re: Jingle Bells

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way.

Here Comes Santa Claus

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

You know the words!

Re: Here Comes Santa Claus

[fates_jaye]

Looking disgruntled, Jaye sings:

"Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus... er, dum dum dum dum dum, something something something something, la la la la la!"

Re: Here Comes Santa Claus

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Clang.

Anakin is looking decidedly less than festive.

The Dreidel Song

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Because we're culturally sensitive.

Re: The Dreidel Song

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin looked distinctly uncomfortable.

He also couldn't remember the words to this song.

"Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel...a thingie made of clay..."--CLANG--"Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel...I spin you and say 'yay'..."

He clanged some more on the banthabell and furrowed his brow. He was pretty sure those weren't the right lyrics.

Re: The Dreidel Song

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"And when it's dry and ready, my dreidl I will play," Rory sang, sticking her head through the curtain from offstage and shooting Anakin a reassuring smile.

Technically speaking, she wasn't on-key. Or exactly...'singing'. But hey, who needed to worry about technicalities?

Dominic the Donkey

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Crichton SOLO!

Re: Dominic the Donkey

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

When everyone else clears the stage and just John is left, he starts to sing.

Hey! Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
It's Dominick the donkey.
Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
The Italian Christmas donkey.
(la la la-la la-la la la la la)
(la la la-la la-la la-ee-oh-da)

He stops after the first verse and puts his super secret plan into motion. He nods to the DJ and the music...changes.

Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy.

Young man, there's a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you're short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.

John shouts into the audience, "Everyone do it! C'mon on!"

It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.

They have everything for young men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you've got to know this one thing!

No man does it all by himself.
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,
And just go there, to the y.m.c.a.
I'm sure they can help you today.

It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.

They have everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

He shouts again, "Off the seats! C'mon!"

It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so jive ...

That's when someone came up to me,
And said, young man, take a walk up the street.
It's a place there called the y.m.c.a.
They can start you back on your way.

It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.

They have everything for young men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a
Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down
Young man, young man, pick yourself off the ground

It's fun to stay at y-m-c-a
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a
Young man, young man, are you listening to me?
Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?

y-m-c-a
you'll find it at the y-m-c-a
no man, young man, does it all by himself
young man, young man, put your pride on the shelf

Y-m-c-a
then just go to the y-m-c-a
y-m-c-a
young man, young man, i was once in your shoes
y-m-c-a
young man, young man, I said, I was down and out with the blues.
y-m-c-a

Re: Dominic the Donkey

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

A large candy cane comes in and rips Crichton off the stage. He returns a few minutes later, looking very, very disturbed.

Re: Dominic the Donkey

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH, noticing the discrepency in music, stalks off to... check on the DJ.*

Silent Night

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Round yon virgin yadda yadda yadda.

Re: Silent Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders mouths the entire thing exaggeratedly. It's supposed to be silent after all, right?

Re: Silent Night

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Since Anders is going for the literal interpretation of the song, John decides to be an interpretative back up dancer.

Except he doesn't really know how to dance so he ends up doing an out of rhythm, uncoordinated adaptation of Michael Flatley's Lord of the Dance.

The Chipmunks Christmas Song

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Bridge, Anders, and Crichton step out to the front, as does Callisto, who is slightly off to one side of them. The rest provide back-up during the chorus.

Re: The Chipmunks Christmas Song

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"All right you Chipmunks. Ready to sing your song?" Callisto intoned unenthusiasically.

Re: The Chipmunks Christmas Song

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John rolls out on stage.

"I'll say we are!" John shouts from behind his wooden costume.

Auld Lang Syne

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Every time a bell rings, a ninja dies of spoon-related injuries.

Re: Auld Lang Syne

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally clears her throat.

It's not quite exactly the right words. But they fit the music. And make more sense.

"I know a man,
his name is Lang,
and he has
a NE-ON SIGN!
And Mister Lang
is very old
So they call it
Old Lang's Sign!"

Re: Auld Lang Syne

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Bristow frowns ever so slightly.

White Christmas

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Angel SOLO!

Re: White Christmas

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel came onstage wearing the most garish holiday shirt known to man, woman, or beast (even Beast with a capital B, not that Angel would be seeing him again for a few years). It was white, with a huge reindeer on front. Normally this would have been reason enough for Angel to stake himself. Tonight, however, it was almost as though he was glad for the reindeer. He stood hunched down, as though it were physically possible for him to hide behind it. (It wasn't, for those of you playing the home game.)

A santa hat was on his head. It was, amazingly enough, too big even for him and kept slipping down into his eyes.

He wore black pants but, with the shedding from the hat and the sweater, it looked as though prior to coming onstage he'd been attacked by an overly friendly Dalmatian.

He flinched when the spotlight went on him. Then he prayed for death. Then he reminded himself that he really needed to become an atheist given how rarely requests like that were answered.

The music started. Nine beats into it Angel remembered he was supposed to be singing. Seventeen beats into it he remembered that the song was "White Christmas" and not "Jingle Bell Rock."

He blamed dancing Santa for that last one.