fandomhigh | Talent Show, Fandom High Auditorium, Friday Afternoon, 07.07.06

The all too familiar opening chords of Europe's The Final Countdown sounded and after a short delay for dramatic effect, GOB danced out onto the auditorium stage. He pulled blue and gold handkerchief chains out of both sleeves (which was difficult with a hand still in a cast) until the chains clearly met in the middle underneath his shirt. A large burst of smoke appeared on stage and when it cleared, the handkerchiefs had turned into two cages of doves. One of the doves fell over in the cage, choking on the smoke.

Over the next couple minutes he disappeared cards, linked and unlinked rings, and made his cast say "GO GREMLINS." It was slightly more impressive than should normally be expected from GOB.

When the music wound down, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and others. Today you will witness the finest example of amateur talent you have ever seen. Unless they suck. If they suck, you should make sure they know they suck. Not just today. Boo them this weekend, too. They'll deserve it for making me a liar."

"Anyway, let's hear it for today's acts!"

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up. Performers, please post in the thread named after you. Mod the Caritas Zombie Band at will. Audience, please stick to the Audience threads. And please don't react until the performer has performed. Everyone can post in the Talk to the Talent thread at the end.]

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Willow wasn't temporarly lost on how pretty that mental image was. No, really. Put that thought right out of your head.

Bel may have been blushing madly. "I never even thought of doing it that way," he said quickly, maybe too quickly. "I tried spells instead. Like the love spell."

"Ahhh," Willow said, getting it. "Yeah, those always go wrong."

Bel nodded. "Learned my lesson. The spell made him fall in love with everyone in the school except who I wanted him to."

"Still," Willow said, "that's better for Fandom and all its goldfish."

"Yeah," Bel said. "Fortunately I figured that out in time. I realized it was better to have Angel around than Angelus, and I even realized I liked Angel. I mean, we have so much in common."

Willow smiled. "I can see that. Though you seem to be less broody."

"I have my moments," Bel said with a grin, "but he's the master."

And again with the unwanted imagery.

"He told me he's had a lot of practice," Willow said. "I bet that helps."

"I bet he has," Bel said under his breath, a little distracted.

Willow tucked her feet up under her. "He seemed happy when he was with Buffy. Well, we know he was happy when he was with Buffy but you know what I mean. Less-broody in an acceptable, non-homicidal fashion."

"Yeah, he seemed happy with Callisto, too," Bel said.

"Skank," Willow said, automatically.

"I don't care for her much myself," Bel said. "Guess Angel's taste when downhill after he left Buffy." Even more so with Logan.

"Perfect happiness," Willow pointed out, with a surprising amount of fairness. "Anybody after that's bound to be less on the scale of things. Which is kind of sad for Angel, admittedly."

"How did your Buffy cope with losing him?" Bel asked idly.

"About as well as you could expect when somebody loses their soulmate and can't ever be with them again," Willow replied.

Bel shook his head. "I still can't wrap my mind around that. I couldn't do that to Phoebe."

"Angel is many things," Willow said. "Including a big, stubborn jerk."

Bel couldn't help but snicker. "You noticed that, huh?"

Willow nodded vigorously. "I blame the brow. Nature made it that big, it's like he's obligated to furrow it."

"I thought it was part of the curse," Bel said with a straight face.

"You know, come to think of it Angelus did seem fairly chipper for a homocidal maniac," Willow said.

Talent Show, Fandom High Auditorium, Friday Afternoon, 07.07.06

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