+ The Drag Pageant +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS auditorium
When: Afternoon of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: The drag pageant.
The Story: Whether you're there as a voluntary or involuntary contestant or as an audience member looking for a laugh, this is where threads for the drag contest go!

There will be three top-level threads to help keep things organized: one for the sign-up sheet (which characters will have access to all week); one for Tweedledum to ask questions of the contestants on stage; and a third for the audience. Give me a couple minutes to post them and then have at it! Please make sure to label threads open or closed. ♥

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+ Sign-up Sheet +

[vitaelamorte]

The sign-up sheet for the drag pageant is posted on the Saturday on the first floor bulletin board of the main school building. Students may sign themselves up or sign up their friends (with or without their knowledge!). Unfortunately for the latter group, there are no take-backs on sign-ups.

With Koji's permission! ♥

[exceedinglybright]

It's time for revenge. Lily's not sure there are many people, if any, who are going to sign up for this willingly, but there's one student in particular that she's intent on seeing up on that stage. Checking over her shoulder just to ensure she's not being watched, she turns back to the sheet and writes in painfully neat, slanted script:

James Potter, Class 1-3

That'll bloody show him.

With Kristen's permission! ♥

[pottershotter]

Several hours after Lily signs James up, he finally checks the list in the hopes that maybe she was just kidding and didn't sign him up because she's so kind, and mature, and - damn it, there's his name. And it's the only name, at the moment.

He has to do something about this. He can't take his name off the list, but he doesn't want to have to go through with this alone. And isn't it always better to seek forgiveness than ask permission? So he thinks carefully about who is most likely to forgive him if they discover he signed them up against their will, and comes up with someone immediately. He checks to make sure no one's coming, and then adds a name before fleeing the scene:

Souji Seta, Class 1-2

1/2

[eatsyourscience]

Wat.

2/2

[eatsyourscience]

GDI

[goesdown]

Crowley signs himself up. He has great calves and he knows it. Why shouldn't everyone else see that, too?

Maybe they'll also see what else he has that's great.

Crowley, Class 1-2

[johnnyblake]

[ Guess who's right around to see you sign up, Crowley? Blake leans against the desk and crosses his arms. He's dropped a jacket for just the button-down with rolled up sleeves and his regular uniform pants. ]

And here I was just gonna sign you up myself and you beat me to it. Guess my work here's done. Unless...

After Buckingham signs her up

[usskickass]

It's hard not to cry.

She doesn't know who did it. And the worst part is, it could be pretty much anyone. Friends who don't realize how sensitive she can be. Bullies who think this'll take her down a peg. People who might legitimately think she's a boy and she's not.

She's not.

To think she'd been looking to laugh at the boys. Now she feels guilty about that on top of everything else.

[path_to_dawn]

He doesn't belong here. This isn't even his crowd. But if it's one thing Riku has difficulty resisting, it's the urge to wander. The more forbidden the territory, the more enticing; he had taken the roped off doorway as an unspoken challenge and spent the following half an hour exploring the hustle and bustle backstage.

Most of the people there seemed in varying stages of distress or amusement, and by and large they were all too embroiled in the task of putting on their costumes to notice another in their midst.

Okay. So it's a drag contest. Seemed like most of them were just trying to have a good time, except--

"...Hey," speaks up an unfamiliar voice at a point behind and below the tall woman. This isn't his town, it's not his problem. Yet wherever he goes, there's just this thing about the genuinely, significantly upset. Like an itch he can't reach. "Are you okay?"

The teenager stands there with thumbs hooked into the pockets of his rumpled blue jeans, staring up through the ragged silver of his disheveled fringe at another stranger.

Lucifer, 1-3

[dissemble]

Lucifer will sign himself up, like a real man.

[braiding]

( with permission from lauren and shira ♥. )

Throughout the week, Finnick comes and goes past the sign-up sheet for the drag pageant. He should follow his gut and make this pageant one to outlast them all. It'll go down in the yearbooks as the best Drag Pageant the school has ever seen, with two of its contestants being the best of the best, broad shouldered, handsome, and devilishly charming.

Adam Milligan
Haymitch Abernathy

And, of course, he forgets to sign himself up.

[halfwinchester]

_{[Whoa, back it up, motherfucker. At some point, Adam Milligan's name is going to be thoroughly scribbled out.]}

With permission from both muns!

[mischiefandlies]

The little brat is happily throwing up various names of those he thinks should enter.

Loki, Class 3-2
Carlos, Class 2-2
Clint Barton, Class 1-2

Closed for James

[cumcrapula]

Once he finds out he's been signed up, Haymitch spends several hours seething and cursing everything in the world that brought Finnick into his life or even into the world at all.

At least he's not the only one getting tortured here and he sees a few other surly-looking people around the area, but he also sees people excitedly signing themselves up and that just makes him angrier. Stupid clowns.

In a particularly heated moment of teenage angst and inner turmoil, he turns on his heal and kicks a folding chair hard enough to send it flying.

Of course, it almost hits someone, because that's his luck today.

[pottershotter]

And of course, the someone it almost hits is James. Thankfully, he has fairly good reflexes from being on the soccer team and he dodges it before if has the chance to give him a concussion, but then he looks over to see where it came from.

"Feeling a bit violent today, Haymitch?"

Maybe that was a little more bitter and sarcastic than it needed to be, but in his defense he did almost experience death by flying folding chair.

[psalmed]

Hector Barbossa

He is going to be beautiful.

with only ooc consent, of course

+ On Stage +

[vitaelamorte]

The decorations are pretty gaudy: streamers and balloons hanging from the stage curtains and littering the stage itself. Tweedledum bounces around the stage with a mic, clad in a track suit, her hair in a messy ponytail. She's grinning, ready to introduce the contestants and ask each of them a few questions as they file out on stage.

[hotterpotters]

This is easily the most ridiculous thing James has ever had to do. Ever.

To his credit, he hasn't actually tried to get out of it - he's come to terms with the fact that this is fair and just punishment for signing Lily up for the other pageant. But it's still mortifying, especially since people have actually signed themselves up with the intention of actually winning the pageant. It's different when everyone is being mocked equally, but James doesn't want to be a laughingstock on stage when there are people who are actually trying.

He picked the most interesting dress he could find on short notice. It isn't the most sexy dress out there, but it definitely has the most endearing pattern so maybe he can make it work. He opted for black leggings, because leg shaving is not a level of commitment he's willing to go to for a school pageant. Also, he actually made an attempt to straighten and flatten his hair so that it could actually be styled, but unfortunately all attempts just made it more unmanageable than before, so he threw a long black wig over it instead.

He's actually a little nervous. He doesn't feel like he makes a particularly pretty girl - he's too tall and angular, with no curves whatsoever - and he's still put off that some people are actually taking this whole thing seriously. It was supposed to be a joke! But James has always done well under pressure. He'll be fine.

He takes a deep breath, and when his name is called he strolls out on to the stage like he owns it.

[strategisch]

Armin did not want to do this. When he figured out Levi signed him up, he was furious. He's completely aware of his looks, small, slight, soft, but God be damned he is not a girl. He took his best debate to the headmaster, to no avail. When forced to face his fate, he took comfort in secretly planning the bloody demise of the punks behind this, and the support of his friends, while he tried to make the best of his situation.

What turned out from his best really wasn't that bad.

As noted before, Armin lacks a manly physique. He doesn't look completely out of character in a simple, white sundress. And thanks to Eren's over-zealousness over the whole affair, they'd managed to Nair his legs, and Mikasa applied a little bit of make-up to his face...

Now, if only he could stand up straight. Armin walks on stage like the whole world is weighing on his shoulders, depressed and defeated. He just wants to get this over with.

[goesdown]

Crowley is all decked out in red plaid, black leather and fishnet thigh highs. No one has to know quite yet that there's nothing else on under the dress, because he knows that he looks smoking as he walks onto stage in his heels.

He's been practicing his walk all week and it's hardly perfect, but it's not as wobbly as it might have been.

It's probably clear to anyone who cares to ponder that no one cruelly signed him up. He's here because he wants to be, thank you.

Re: + On Stage +

[possiblymad]

Loki is not shy in the least. So, when he decides to enter the contest purely out of the 'lulz', he goes all out. His frame is already effeminate, though a bit lean, so unless he wanted to look like some kind a comic book heroine, anything showing much skin was out of the question. The dark green dress he chose was mostly modest with a black faux fur shawl to hide his upper arms and lack of cleavage. The garments were something out of his late mother's wardrobe. His lips were painted black, his eyeliner was dark, and his face was framed with wavy black hair. The wig was something he'd likely pilfered from the drama department's closet. Oops. Yeah, he'll return it when he's done. To complete the look, his usually painted black nails were now a nice forest green to match the dress.

When his name was called he moved out onto the stage, and to his credit, he didn't break his neck walking in heels. However, his stride felt stiff, trying not to trip in the heels, completely unused to the way they forced his posture and how his foot seemed to land before he felt like it should have. See reference video; Baby Giraffe's First Steps.

+ The Audience +

[vitaelamorte]

Any students not participating in the pageant are welcome to mill around the auditorium floor. There are folding chairs set around the outer perimeter of the large room, but for the most part students are expected to stand for the duration of the pageant. At the back of the room, near the exits, are several tables with slips of paper, pencils, and ballot boxes; please only vote for one contestant!

OTA

[psalmed]

Backstage is hot, and not in the metaphorical way. Lia finds that even with her hair in a ponutail and pins she is still melting. Her sleeves are rolled up, her knee-socks have been commandeered for use stuffing a bra, and she has several palettes of makeup all around her with little brushes.

Really, anyone who wants a little help with their cosmetic selection or hair is welcome to come to her. But her eyes are always scanning for that one particular contestant because she is going to make the most of wrangling him while it is school-sanctioned.

Peter (OTA)

[rattus_rattus]

Why is he here?

Oh, he tried to slip into the auditorium thinking that no one would be here this late in the afternoon but suddenly he's surrounded by tables and chairs and he can't just walk out without embarrassing himself. He sits down at one of the tables and picks up a piece of paper and pencil, idly looking at the names. Strange, is it a talent contest? There only seems to be boys names listed.

The lights on the stage shine on and out walks one of the first years in a dress. Peter glances down at the ballot again, confused since he didn't remember seeing a single girl on the ballot...

The contestant is named and the "girl" is revealed to be James Potter. Peter's eyes go wide when he suddenly realized this was not a talent show, but a beauty contest. A male-dressed-like-females beauty contest and he thought that James was a girl... and the worst part of all? He's not half bad as a girl.

"Oh... oh dear..."

He tries to sink down at the table and not be noticed, wondering how in the hell he gets himself into these messes.

[quis_ut_deus]

In contrast to his usual bold attitude, Michael elects to hang back, behind the last row of audience seats. He's torn between wanting to be anywhere but the drag pageant and feeling obligated to attend - which, where Michael's concerned, is roughly equivalent to genuinely wanting to be somewhere.

He'd promised Lucifer he'd cheer him on, so of course he has to be here. It's a school-sponsored activity, too, and Michael is a strong supporter of participation in school activities.

On the other hand, there are boys wearing dresses. Boys wearing dresses.

Anyone who called Michael sheltered would be wrong. He doesn't shy away from knowledge or experience, partially because he feels it's his duty to guide his younger siblings and prepare them for the real world. His father is very traditional, however, and Michael's own values hadn't developed in a vacuum. There is a certain way things ought to be done, and for boys like Michael that way doesn't involve makeup or flowing gowns.

So he stays glued to the back wall of the gymnasium, looking uncomfortable and even more rigid than usual. He can't wait for this to be over.