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The Big Show! Pageant Time!

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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Rory looked disgruntled, but after snapping at him earlier, she was unwilling to say anything mean to Bridge again.

She attempted to stand, but due to her hoops, was having a hard time of it.

She was resigned to pulling herself to the middle of the stage and sitting there.

"Come one, come all, gather 'round. I am a tree, and you must decorate me to celebrate the birth of the miraculous child," Rory intoned.

Cally would decorate the Rory-tree. But she's too busy staring at Baby-Jesus-Gremlin. It's... almost cute, the way it is faking snoring.

Almost.

Anders would decorate the RoryTree.

But that pesky unconsciousness thing?

Yep, kind of an impediment.

Bridge rolls his eyes and decorates the RoryTree, still not looking Rory in the eye, 'cause now he's gone and dropped her, and dangit, that's embarassing.

Callisto would decorate the RoryTree, but her hands are kinda full at the moment.

John likes decorating so he wants in on this. He rolls his cart backwards and, this time, rolls over Ander's upper arm.

He wildly starts throwing tinsel on Rory.

Rory began to sing in a wavery, toneless, somewhat nasal alto:

O Christmas Me, O Christmas Me,
My branches green delight you.
They're green when summer days are bright:
They're green when winter snow is white.
O Christmas Me, O Christmas Me,
My branches green delight you.
O Christmas Me, O Christmas Me,
I give you so much pleasure!
How oft at Christmas tide the sight,
As green fir tree, I give delight!
O Christmas Me, O Christmas Me,
I give you so much pleasure!

From backstage, Jaye can be heard yelling "My ears!"

Anders regains consciousness from the sheer aural agony.

It's actually enough to drown out the ~~OMFG you rolled over me~~ pain in his arm and legs.

". . . the frak?"

Cally would giggle incessantly at the last line of the song ~~because OMG DIRTY!~~, but she's still staring at Baby-Jesus-Gremlin.

And vaguely wanting to snuggle it.

Vaguely.

The gremlin stopped snoring for a moment and made a face at Rory's singing. Even gremlins could sing better than that.

He winced and then went back to fake snoring since that was what he was getting paid for.

Callisto attempted to clutch her robes closed, hold her sppon ready to bash the baby Jesus in the head if he looked like biting and clap her hands over her ears at the same time.

She didn't have much luck.

The Little Drummer Boy actually wants to stop drumming forever.

*From back stage, DEATH is listening intently... and begins to hum along.

With jazz hands.*

Anakin winced but was not going to mention it to anyone.

Beings who have been spending much of the night skipping about in blue tights didn't really have a lot of room to mock others, he decided.

There was a far too long pause, as though someone, perhaps someone undead but let's not point fingers here, had missed his cue.

Then there was a loud thump from above. ~~Get your mind OUT of the gutter people!~~

Then there was a blur. And a ripping sound.

Both of those last two combined their audio-visual wonder twin powers to form the shape of Angel, hanging from rigging that had somehow twisted, grabbed him by the wrists, and tore his shirt off.

On the plus side, he had his pants on.

On the down side the rigging snapped before he could get a single line out.

Well, no, that's not true. On the way down he was heard to cry out "Behoooooooooooooooooold!"

"Buh?" Rory managed, just before the large, shirtless heavy mass of him landed on her.

"Please tell me there is no actual wood in your costume."

Bridge stares at the Angel-and-Rory pile.

"That wasn't in the memo!" he squeaks.

Cally doesn't even notice the fallen Angel ~~*rimshot*~~. She looks hard at the Baby-Jesus-Gremlin, and then just decides to hell with it.

She holds it close and snuggles it, rubbing it's nose with her finger.

The gremlin stopped mid-snore.

He was being snuggled! His eyes flew open when Cally touched his nose. There has been nothing in the agreement about being cuddled.

The gremlin opened his mouth wide and bit Cally on the finger.

Cally stares for a second at the gremlin, as the venom courses through her veins.

She stomps off the stage. There's a sudden shout of "Frak You!" and something small and green lands on stage.

It's best not to think about too much about this.

"No!" Rory yelped, flailing and trying to shove him off of her "Get off me. Ew!"

Angel jumped off of Rory and scooted back a few feet.

He then automatically checked to make sure he was still wearing his pants.

"Um..." he said, intelligently.

"That's not your line, is it?" Rory asked, glaring at him and sitting up to check for bruises. "Because I thought Gabriel said something kind of important and, oh, articulate there. But hey, I don't know my Bible that well. Maybe that's all it was. 'Um.'"

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