*Skip runs in looking confused. Juggling a rabid hamster, three requests for files and pictures and a glass of something which unfortunately never fermented. She looks up and down and wonders wether or not to post another part. Wonders if it will appease the MOB for a longer period. Figures that the mob will never be appeased. Realises that evil Warden is not in the room. Dares to post. Sneaks out before anyone notices.*
You ain’t seen nothing, roight?
PART THREE
You guys are so lucky that I’ve been feeling inspired. Well, here’s nothing. Note well how I listened to you guys. Honestly, the things I do. And all I’ve got is a Blue peter badge and an OBE. Still haven’t got my MBE. Huh. Some people. Don’t drown in your drool, okay?
AND WE NEED A BIT OF EFFORT ON YOU PART AT THE END! ARE WE UP FOR THIS? CAN WE WORK THAT HARD? Well you better or there won’t be any more!
ACT TWO!
Voices are heard, offstage.
Daniel: No, Jack! I’m not wearing it!
Jack: Uhm, yes you are! I had Aris Boch hit on me out there! You aren’t even parading up and down for half the time. Besides, I reckon it’ll fit you better!
Daniel: No!!!!!
Jack: I had to wear worse! I had the suspenders, the bear suit, the Austin Powers outfit and those tight leather pants!
Daniel: Well you made me wear, and I quote ‘A little frilly, sticky-out dress with plenty of lace and a corset.’
Jack: So?
Daniel: And that’s not all. ‘He had long, blond hair with lots of ribbons in it. Pink ribbons.’
Jack: What do you do, memorise what I say?
Skip:
Looking nervous at the accusations of cross-dressing people. Now Daniel, play nice. I know you planted those costumes which was pretty mean considering Jack agreed to do this. Plus, I’m sure your adoring audience would be disappointed, otherwise.
Jack: Look, like she said, I agreed to do your silly panto/film/whatever. Now put it on before I have to get Teal’c to dress you.
Daniel: NO WAY NO FAIR!
Skip: YES WAY AND NO, NO FAIR. Get out here, Daniel.
Jack: You heard the lady!
Janet strides out onto the stage, followed by a sheepish looking Daniel. He is trying to cover himself up. He is wearing a gold bikini. He accentuates the effect by turning a lovely shade of pink.
In the audience, much catcalling is heard. Bee and Maria are shaking. Peachy nearly passes out and needs reviving. Starling manages to drag her eyes away from the sight long enough to throw water at her. She finally comes to and starts fanning herself with her bouquet.
Janet: Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight we are going to have a little singsong to start off Act Two, whilst the Cast change. There will be a prize for the winner.
Skydiver: And what would that be, pray tell?
Janet: Good question. Daniel?
Daniel: Uh… Ohmigod I didn’t get that far…
Skip: Honestly! Ok the winner gets a kiss from whoever the choose!
At this point, the mob goes wild. Gemsong considers her chances, after singing all of the Goa’uld Songbook [Allegedly. Quite frankly I’m sure a few didn’t fit…
] Peachy remembers past exercises in group not-quite-singing and shudders. People start to practice their scales.
Daniel: Wha- what?!?!
Skip: Just don’t tell the others unless we need to, OK? Besides, it’ll keep em from ripping up the stage in impatience!
Daniel: You’re right, this lot is worse then the IRS!
(Or Inland Revenue for my fellow Brits.)
Janet: So what shall we sing?
Mishkaz: I have a few ideas!
Skip: Hah, you reckon they’ll approve?
Mishkaz: Like they approve of this?
Skip: Point taken. But still. I feel we should remain to tradition and sing a popular folky song.
Mishkaz: Bah.
Skip: hey they can sing whatever they want if you write your own fic! There, that shut you up, didn’t it? Now, excuse me people, I think we can get back to the show. Call out for your favourite songs!
~*~*~*~*
So tell me, what should you all sing? (Hehe this is good get the MOB I mean AUDIENCE to do all the work… hehe. Makes a new type of interactive fic. All I can think of is the Sky Ad thing saying ‘just press the Button!’
Right. Sing, people, sing!
And thanks be to Dad, who let me back online to post this! WAHEY
Aren't we the lucky ones? Coffeecup you get a special part... soon
