Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) in Show Time in the Lounge (All Welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Timothy Frogue (Counsellor) in Show Time in the Lounge (All Welcome)

Posted by Civilian Ricky English (Entertaintments Coordinator) in Show Time in the Lounge (All Welcome)
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It was an hour before show time and Ricky and NE Martin had been putting on their makeup for the past thirty minutes. Ricky you are looking fabulous! he told himself in the mirror. Makeup was now done and Ricky was looking like a beautiful Spanish lady. His wig was on securely. The hair was long auburn and reached down to the small of his back. The dress he was wearing was a beautiful red, tight fitting and showed off the curves of his body perfectly. On the dressing table, Ricky still had his silicone breasts to put on. “Well, I can’t forget those.” He then turned to NE Martin.

“Martin, do you mind helping me put my breasts on?” Martin looked more handsome than ever. He was wearing black slacks with a red stripe down the outside seam of the pant. He was wearing a fantastic red shirt that was the same colour and material as Ricky’s dress. The shirt was only done up to his sternum and showed off his freshly waxed and well-defined chest. Ricky could easily have fallen in love, but he kept thinking to himself that they must stay professional.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind helping you,” replied Martin The breasts looked real and felt just as real. He lifted one and gave Ricky a sly smile. “You dirty boy…” laughed Ricky. “Stop playing with them and help me put them on.” It took them a good ten minutes to get them adjusted just right. Ricky checked himself in the mirror and was more than pleased with himself. Outside the change room, both men could hear the crowd starting to gather into their seats. Putting on his healed dancing shoes Ricky smiled at Martin. It’s nearly show time.

Ricky English, EC

OOC: if you want to see aproximently what the two characters look like. Have a look at these pictures.
Ricky English: https://travelbar.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Copy-of-Activity-Promos-Copy-1.png
NE Martin: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2546347/Ray-Quinns-passionate-flamenco-routine-tops-leaderboard-week-four-Dancing-On-Ice.html

IC:
Just as the show was to start, the Counselor walked into the lounge....it was time for a drink.

CNS

Waiting in the audience, a beautiful young girl stood in the corner, watching the people milling around with great curiosity. She slowly walked around the room, carefully taking everything in. She moved gracefully and quietly but there was something mysterious about her, something wild in the eyes that betrayed the calm exterior. She stopped next to Frogue and started gazing out into deep space without speaking a word or even acknowledging him. Suddenly and seemingly from nowhere she quickly inhaled and stiffened up, her eyes wild with a mixture of excitement and fear. She grabbed Frogue’s arm tightly and pulled him in close so their noses were practically touching. “They’re watching us…” she whispered, locking her gaze with his, so close he could feel her breath on his cheek then whipped her head round almost 90 degrees and stared into the corner of the room. Her pulse and breathing quickened like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Mother Hen

Not knowing what to say the counselor tried to stare away a bit and then he responded…”Of course they are....you just grabbed a senior officer. However, just so we are on the same page…who is who?”

Frogue

BUMP

The girl’s eyes darted wildly around the room as though she was trying to pinpoint something which wasn’t quite there. “You can’t see them?” she asked quietly, grasping his arm a little tighter. She suddenly let go and ran right up to the window, staring out into the black again. She froze for a moment before running back and whispering in Tim’s ear. “I hear them…in here…” she whispered as she cocked her head and frantically tapped her temple. “You here them too?” she asked as she looked past him and stared into the corner.

IC: The counselor figuring he had another person to see how looked around.....then he responded…”Are you talking about the music?”

Frouge

OOC: Just moving this to the same thread.

IC: The girl looked closer at Tim then jumped up on a nearby table and grabbed his head, tilting it to one side and peered into his ear. “Do you hear them?? Do you hear them talking?!” she asked frantically.

Following her (as she has Tim in a headlock) he responded, “What are they saying? Maybe we are hearing to different things?
Timothy

The girl stroked his hair as she stared into his eyes, her gaze locked on his. “Listening, listening, always listening…they’re laughing....LAUGHING!!” She screeched in his ear.

Mother Hen (GM)

Suddenly one of the NE’s started to play his guitar at the side of the stage. The stage lights slowly turned on revelling Ricky in his beautiful red dress. He slowly danced gracefully to the slow tempo of the guitar. After about a minute of this slow dance, he suddenly stopped and stamped his foot making a clacking sound on the stage. The tempo of the guitar changed and Ricky lifted his dress up slightly revealing his feet.

Ricky then started to stamp and tap his feet with the rhythm of the music, and at times creating his own rhythmic sound. As the music continued the stage lights revealed more NE’s with guitars and others sitting in chairs on the side of the stage with the other musician currently playing the guitar. It started with on NE clapping and stamping his feet rhythmically than the others joined in and so did the other guitar players. The sound of the music was pleasing and infectious. It made Ricky want to dance with more vigour and emotion.

He twirled and tapped his feet. He couldn’t help but think how proud his grandmother would be of him continuing the family tradition and showing heritage. He got a big smile on his face thinking of his grandma. And continued dancing.

Suddenly as Ricky was dancing, the NE’s in the chairs began to sing in Spanish. A beautiful melody.

Meanwhile NE Martain watched in the shadows practly falling in love with Ricky. He was beautiful showing grace in dancing that Martain had never seen before. It was as if Ricky was feeding off the energy of the crowd. Martian needed to snap himself out of it, his time to dance with Ricky was coming and he didn’t want to miss his queue.

Ricky English - EC

OOC: I had forgotten to add the reference video I am using for this post. If you are interested in how Ricky is actually dancing click on the link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLnEjHuMFsA

Robert “Ducky” Thompson

IC: As Ricky danced across the stage, the young girl let go of Tim’s head and slowly walked to the front of the audience, transfixed by the movement on stage. As she neared the front, she began to mimic his movements with an unnerving accuracy, almost in unison as though she knew the next movement. She continued to dance with her eyes closed in a world of her own.

Mother Hen

OOC: Sorry, realised we had two threads so I’m just combining them.