Who's Gundam is it Anyway? (2)
Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2003 4:03 pm
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Zechs: Next, we have a game called "Mission Implausible." Two of our players shall be sent off on a strange mission, given to them by a third player, the voice on tape. They will have to complete it before time runs out. Of course, our two players will be Heero and Wu--
Noin: *Clears her throat rather loudly* Duo and Hilde.
Zechs: . . . What?
Noin: *Conceals a smile.* Trust me.
Heero and Wufei: *Look utterly offended, along which a touch of confusion.*
Hilde: *Looks rather startled, but after a moment stands and goes to center-stage.*
Duo: *Blinks, then grins; standing up and puffing out his chest a bit as he steps down to join Hilde . . . where he promptly trips over his own feet, barely managing not to fall on his face and lose ALL dignity.*
Zechs: . . .Right. *Blinks at Noin incredulously.* . . . In any case, Trowa shall play the voice on tape, giving the mission.
Trowa: *Walks forward, taking a microphone from Noin. He sits at the side.*
Zechs: You may begin when we ring the buzzer.
*BUZZ . . .*
Duo: *Wraps his arms around Hilde from behind.* How about we . . .
Hilde: *Cuts him off, wiggling out of his hold.* We have a mission, hot-lips. *Giggles*
Zech: . . . I'm going to try and erase that nickname from my memory. *Nods, pauses, and looks at Noin.*
Noin: *Blinks innocently.*
Zechs: *After a long pause* . . . Anytime now, Trowa.
Duo: *Pouts, pressing the play button on the imaginary tape player.*
Trowa: . . .
Hilde: Er, turn up the volume?
Duo: *Complies.*
Trowa: . . .
Zech: *Head bangs helplessly onto the desk, the sound magnified by the microphone.*
Noin: *Clears her throat.* Uh . . . Correction. -Quatre- shall play the voice on tape.
Trowa: *Stands, offering the microphone to Quatre.*
Quatre: *Takes it, smiling.* Thank you!
Noin: NOW you may begin.
*BUZZ . . .*
Duo: Looks like we've got another mission, Babe. *Presses the PLAY button again.*
Hilde; *Giggles again.*
Quatre: Agent Maxwell, Agent Schbeiker, hello.
Zech: *Look up briefly to ask Noin, in a muffled tone,* Is that her last name?
Noin: *Shushes him.*
Duo: Hellooooo, Quatre! What's up? And it's OO7, please.
Hilde: . . . What he means to say is, what's our mission?
Quatre: *Grins* Well, I hope you two are doing fine today . . . Oh, and before you answer, I'll remind you this is a tape, and I can't hear a thing you're saying.
Duo & Hilde: *Share a look*
Duo: . . . We knew that.
Heero: *Backstage, he slaps a hand to his head.* Dear GOD . . .
Quatre: Anyways . . . Your mission, should you choose to accept it is to . . . is to . . . *Shoots a troubled look to the un-involved performers backstage, grinning as he sees Relena.* . . . Is to choose a suitable outfit for Heero to wear to his casual date with Relena tonight! Spandex is not acceptable! You must choose from Heero's own closet, however.
Hilde: *Blink* We have to infiltrate Heero's closet?
Relena: Casual date?
Heero: . . . Spandex not acceptable?
Duo: *^.^* No prob.
Quatre: *Smiles widely.* This tape will self-destruct in fivefourthreetwoone! . . . Huh, that's fun . . . BOOM!
Duo: *Falls over, twitching on the ground.*
Hilde: . . . He could give us a -little- warning. *Pouts*
Quatre: *Returns the microphone, and returns to his seat.*
Hilde: *Sweatdrops.* Get up, honey.
Duo: *Pops up immediately* Okay, let's go! *Runs off the stage.*
All: *Stare*
Hilde: . . . It's a game, Duo! We're not actually supposed to go and-- Oh, never mind. *Sighs*
Camera man: Eh . . . I'll get the portable.
Noin: Er, thanks, um . . .
Camera man: Cameron. *Walks backstage.*
Hilde: *Takes off after her braided partner* Duo! Wait up!
Duo: *Slips out of the studio door, unseen by the audience.*
Cameron: *Sneaks out after!*
Heero: . . . Oh, no fucking way. He planned this, didn't he? *Gets up and darts after, following.*
Noin: *O.o* Wait! Heero! You aren't play-- Oh dear . . .
Zechs: *While mumbling into the wood of the desk,* No one is going to survive this show, are they?
Relena: *Blinking, confused* Does this mean I have a date with Heero tonight?
~Elsewhere~
Duo: *Hails a taxi.* Hurry up Hilde! And, um . . . Camera guy!
Hilde: *Slips into the cab, quickly.*
Cameron: Cameron.*Hops in*
*And as the taxi roars off, Heero makes it out of the studio.*
Heero: I really -am- going to kill him this time. No, really! See the patented Heero Yuy Glare of Death I wear? *Glares, then hops in his own car and speeds off after them.*
Duo: Er, where's Heero's apartment?
Hilde: *Sweatdrops* Eh . . . *Pulls out her cell phone, and in a monotone voice says:* Call Relena.
Cameron: *Still diligently filming.*
~Elsewhere~
Relena: *Looks startled as her pocket begins to ring, pulling out her cell and flipping it on.* Hello?
Dorothy: . . . You turned your cell phone on in the studio?
Relena: *Gives her a flat look.* Well, you never know when there might be ANOTHER terrorist organization or kidnapping attempt or etcetera etcetera . . . Anyway *Back into the phone,* Hello?
Hilde: Relena! Hi! I hate to bother you at the studio, but, um . . . *Pauses* I'm kind of embarrassed to ask, but what's Heero's address? *She grins, hopefully*
Relena: Oh . . . well . . . *Blush* What makes you think I know?
Hilde: Call it women's intuition.
Zechs: *Lifts his head and blinks at Relena in astonishment, who blushes again.*
Noin: Isn't this another great time for a commercial break? *Hurriedly motions the camera elsewhere.*
~Commercial Break~
Announcer: *Who bears a strange resemblance to Doctor J* Heeeey, kids! Come on down to Poke Depot! We have everything, and I do mean everything, that can possibly be cheaply decorated with Poke things and sold again for an extremely high price! We have Poke-phones, poke-CDs, Poke-dolls, Poke-clothes, Poke-wallpaper, Poke-food, and even Poke-toilet-paper! Come in before twelve and we'll even give you your very own Poke-shopping bag, absolutely free, for only $14.99. It's the greatest store in the world!
*Scene changes so that you can see four or five kids sitting together, looking blank*
Kids: *All together, in a monotone voice* Yay.
*Scene switches back to announcer*
Announcer: So come on down and get your Poke-merchandise today! *Starts to laugh insanely.* Haha! Money! All for me! Hahahahahaha!
~Back to the Studio!~
Zechs: *Just finishing swallowing pills, he blinks and looks up as the camera focuses on him.* . . . Uh . . . Oh! *^.^!* Right! Well, while Heero is on the hunt for Duo's blood, we can move onto the next event . . .
Relena: *Chirps from her seat, swaying a bit* Which is championship midget shaving!
Noin: Um, no. *Eyes her askance, then goes on.* The next event will be . . . *Glances at her cards.* . . . The Dating game! Relena, you will be the bachelorette, looking for a date on a game show. Wufei, Quatre, and Heero-- Oh, wait. Heero's gone . . . All right, Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa will play bachelors One, Two, and Three, who must answer Relena's questions according to a certain personality and/or quirk that is written on your cards. Relena must then be able to guess everyone's true identity before the game ends. Please take your places onstage . . .
Relena: *Giggles, hiccups, and then moves to sit on a stool. Once she sits down, she very nearly falls over backward, though catches herself just in time.*
The Three Contestants: *Read their cards, and then take their seats onstage.*
Quatre: *Looks at Relena skeptically.*
Relena: *Hiccups again, and blinks slowly, turning with great care to stare back at the offstage contestants, then turns with just as much care and concentration to face the audience again.* That water tasted funny . . .
Dorothy: *Smiles innocently and crosses her legs, shoving a small liquor bottle--now empty--into her inner jacket pocket.*
Relena: Well, aaalllll righty then! *Swerves around to face the three contestants, promptly falls out of her chair, and then slowly works her way back up again.* . . .'scuse me. Eh-hem. Bachelor number One . . . *She pauses, in a half-crouch and not quite back into her seat, gripping the stool tightly to keep her from falling again.* Um . . . I look for many qualities in a man, like . . . stuff. What do you look for in a woman?
Wufei: *Immediately, the words "A Homosexual Male Just Coming to Grips With His Sexuality" appear below him, for audience eyes only to see. Wufei twitches, murmuring about injustice.* Well, Relena . . . In a woman, I look for . . . for . . . Well, to tell the truth, I look for something that most women don't have. *He lets out a deep breath, very glad it's over.*
Relena: Really? *By this time she has managed to regain her seat. She blinks, hiccups, and blinks again.* Okay . . . Bachelor nummer too. *Words beginning to get slightly slurred now,* I'm ushually not materialishick . . . but if you bought me a gift, what would it be?
Quatre: *Immediately, the words "A Reporter Looking for the Inside Scoop on the REAL Relena Peacecraft" appear scrawled beneath him.* Well, Miss Relena, I might get you a lovely pink stuffed bear, decorated with ribbons, lace, and a *Coughs* minimicrophone/taperecorder *Coughs* Oh, pardon me. But I'm sure you'll love it.
Relena: *Nods, slowly, still swaying slightly on her stool* Neat . . .! Bashelor nummer thee . . . how about . . . I know! Deshcwribe your idea of a perfect date in thee wordsh . . .
Trowa: *The words: "Overly Talkative Teenage Valley Girl" appear. In a superb, and at the same time disturbing, valley accent, he speaks.* Like, just, like, three? But, like, there's, like, so much we can, like, you know, do! Like, go to the mall, or like, do facials and make-overs on each other . . . *By now, he's gesturing along with his words, even twirling his bangs in a scarily precise imitation.*
* . . . And by now, every eye in the studio is on Trowa.*
Noin: He speaks . . .
Zechs: *Well, every eye but Zech's, anyway. Barely noticing, he focuses worriedly on his sister.*
Relena: Oh. Okay. Um . . . *Seems to be thinking quite hard.* Bashelor nummer one . . . deshcwribe what . . . um . . . what physical attributes . . . you like in a date.
Wufei: *Sighs.* Well, I like my dates strong, tough, manly . . . Wait! No . . . I mean . . . heh-heh . . . Not-manly?
Relena: *Stares at him for a moment* . .You're stransh . . .
Wufei: *Grumbles, albeit softly.*
Relena: Now, Bashelor nummer thee . . .
Noin: *Clears her throat* Two, Dear.
Relena: Wha? *Blinks, giggles, and hiccups.* Oh, right. Two. Um . . . what sorta things do you like to talk about? With . . . dates . . . and people?
Quatre: Oh, it'd all be about you, Miss Relena. All about you.
Relena: *Hiccups.* About me? *Suddenly pauses, and gets rather teary-eyed all of a sudden.* Would you leave the date early?
Quatre: Of course not, Miss Relena! You're far too interesting for me to want to leave at all.
Relena: *Sniffling* You wouldn't-- *Hiccup.* --stay away from me? You wouldn't threaten to-- *Sniffle.* --kill me every time we-- *Hiccup.* --meet? You wouldn't be-- *Sniff.* --antisocial and give me-- *Hiccup.* --mixed signals? *Abruptly dissolves into tears.*
Dorothy: *Raising an amused eyebrow in her seat at the back of the stage, noting quietly:* She <I>really</I> can't hold her liquor . . .
Quatre: *Looking concerned suddenly.* Are you alright, Miss Relena?
Relena: N-Nuh-No! *Sniffling.*
Zechs: *Blinking. very worried.* . . . I think it's time to ring the buzzer . . .
Relena: *Abruptly sits up straighter, wipes her nose and blinks, stopping her crying.* Wait! There's still Bachelor number three! And, um . . . I can't think of a question . . . *She slumps, then, sadly, and still sorta sways on her stool*
Trowa: Like, don't worry! I can, like, answer anything!
Relena: Answer why he hates me. *Hiccup, tilt.*
Trowa: Nobody hates you, 'Lena! Like, isn't it, like, totally super obvious or whatever!?! He's just, so, like, gag-me-with-a-spoon-shy, that like, he can't talk to, like, the wonder that like, is you! Like, for sure!
Relena: Oh. *Hiccups, nods, more tilting . . . she quickly rights herself.* Okay. I'm done then! *She hops off the stool, quickly stumbling.* I think . . *Hiccup.* I need a break . . . *Focuses blankly on the far wall of the studio for a minute, before promptly lacking out.*
Dorothy: *Looks all too pleased with herself.*
Quatre: *Rushes forward to help her.*
Trowa: *Walks over to her slowly, to help.*
Wufei: *Laughing*
Zechs: . . . Relena! *O.O*
Noin: *Clears her throat and presses the buzzer* Game over! . . .Eh-heh . . .
Quatre and Trowa: *Move Relena to a seat between them.*
Wufei: *Puts away the stools, still laughing.*
Zechs: . . . Wufei, you will not have a tongue to laugh with if you keep that up. *Glares*
Noin: . . . I think it's time for another commercial break . . . *Weakly.*
Wufei: *tries (yet fails miserably) to conceal his laughter.*
Zechs: *Stands, and stalks towards Wufei with a dangerous look in his eyes as the stage fades and a commercial appears.*
~Commercial!~
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Author's Note: Enjoy? Not enjoy? Either way, we need audience suggestions, people (Though I hope it was the former)! Suggestions for "Scenes from a hat" and "Who's Line" would be appreciated muchly!
Zechs: Next, we have a game called "Mission Implausible." Two of our players shall be sent off on a strange mission, given to them by a third player, the voice on tape. They will have to complete it before time runs out. Of course, our two players will be Heero and Wu--
Noin: *Clears her throat rather loudly* Duo and Hilde.
Zechs: . . . What?
Noin: *Conceals a smile.* Trust me.
Heero and Wufei: *Look utterly offended, along which a touch of confusion.*
Hilde: *Looks rather startled, but after a moment stands and goes to center-stage.*
Duo: *Blinks, then grins; standing up and puffing out his chest a bit as he steps down to join Hilde . . . where he promptly trips over his own feet, barely managing not to fall on his face and lose ALL dignity.*
Zechs: . . .Right. *Blinks at Noin incredulously.* . . . In any case, Trowa shall play the voice on tape, giving the mission.
Trowa: *Walks forward, taking a microphone from Noin. He sits at the side.*
Zechs: You may begin when we ring the buzzer.
*BUZZ . . .*
Duo: *Wraps his arms around Hilde from behind.* How about we . . .
Hilde: *Cuts him off, wiggling out of his hold.* We have a mission, hot-lips. *Giggles*
Zech: . . . I'm going to try and erase that nickname from my memory. *Nods, pauses, and looks at Noin.*
Noin: *Blinks innocently.*
Zechs: *After a long pause* . . . Anytime now, Trowa.
Duo: *Pouts, pressing the play button on the imaginary tape player.*
Trowa: . . .
Hilde: Er, turn up the volume?
Duo: *Complies.*
Trowa: . . .
Zech: *Head bangs helplessly onto the desk, the sound magnified by the microphone.*
Noin: *Clears her throat.* Uh . . . Correction. -Quatre- shall play the voice on tape.
Trowa: *Stands, offering the microphone to Quatre.*
Quatre: *Takes it, smiling.* Thank you!
Noin: NOW you may begin.
*BUZZ . . .*
Duo: Looks like we've got another mission, Babe. *Presses the PLAY button again.*
Hilde; *Giggles again.*
Quatre: Agent Maxwell, Agent Schbeiker, hello.
Zech: *Look up briefly to ask Noin, in a muffled tone,* Is that her last name?
Noin: *Shushes him.*
Duo: Hellooooo, Quatre! What's up? And it's OO7, please.
Hilde: . . . What he means to say is, what's our mission?
Quatre: *Grins* Well, I hope you two are doing fine today . . . Oh, and before you answer, I'll remind you this is a tape, and I can't hear a thing you're saying.
Duo & Hilde: *Share a look*
Duo: . . . We knew that.
Heero: *Backstage, he slaps a hand to his head.* Dear GOD . . .
Quatre: Anyways . . . Your mission, should you choose to accept it is to . . . is to . . . *Shoots a troubled look to the un-involved performers backstage, grinning as he sees Relena.* . . . Is to choose a suitable outfit for Heero to wear to his casual date with Relena tonight! Spandex is not acceptable! You must choose from Heero's own closet, however.
Hilde: *Blink* We have to infiltrate Heero's closet?
Relena: Casual date?
Heero: . . . Spandex not acceptable?
Duo: *^.^* No prob.
Quatre: *Smiles widely.* This tape will self-destruct in fivefourthreetwoone! . . . Huh, that's fun . . . BOOM!
Duo: *Falls over, twitching on the ground.*
Hilde: . . . He could give us a -little- warning. *Pouts*
Quatre: *Returns the microphone, and returns to his seat.*
Hilde: *Sweatdrops.* Get up, honey.
Duo: *Pops up immediately* Okay, let's go! *Runs off the stage.*
All: *Stare*
Hilde: . . . It's a game, Duo! We're not actually supposed to go and-- Oh, never mind. *Sighs*
Camera man: Eh . . . I'll get the portable.
Noin: Er, thanks, um . . .
Camera man: Cameron. *Walks backstage.*
Hilde: *Takes off after her braided partner* Duo! Wait up!
Duo: *Slips out of the studio door, unseen by the audience.*
Cameron: *Sneaks out after!*
Heero: . . . Oh, no fucking way. He planned this, didn't he? *Gets up and darts after, following.*
Noin: *O.o* Wait! Heero! You aren't play-- Oh dear . . .
Zechs: *While mumbling into the wood of the desk,* No one is going to survive this show, are they?
Relena: *Blinking, confused* Does this mean I have a date with Heero tonight?
~Elsewhere~
Duo: *Hails a taxi.* Hurry up Hilde! And, um . . . Camera guy!
Hilde: *Slips into the cab, quickly.*
Cameron: Cameron.*Hops in*
*And as the taxi roars off, Heero makes it out of the studio.*
Heero: I really -am- going to kill him this time. No, really! See the patented Heero Yuy Glare of Death I wear? *Glares, then hops in his own car and speeds off after them.*
Duo: Er, where's Heero's apartment?
Hilde: *Sweatdrops* Eh . . . *Pulls out her cell phone, and in a monotone voice says:* Call Relena.
Cameron: *Still diligently filming.*
~Elsewhere~
Relena: *Looks startled as her pocket begins to ring, pulling out her cell and flipping it on.* Hello?
Dorothy: . . . You turned your cell phone on in the studio?
Relena: *Gives her a flat look.* Well, you never know when there might be ANOTHER terrorist organization or kidnapping attempt or etcetera etcetera . . . Anyway *Back into the phone,* Hello?
Hilde: Relena! Hi! I hate to bother you at the studio, but, um . . . *Pauses* I'm kind of embarrassed to ask, but what's Heero's address? *She grins, hopefully*
Relena: Oh . . . well . . . *Blush* What makes you think I know?
Hilde: Call it women's intuition.
Zechs: *Lifts his head and blinks at Relena in astonishment, who blushes again.*
Noin: Isn't this another great time for a commercial break? *Hurriedly motions the camera elsewhere.*
~Commercial Break~
Announcer: *Who bears a strange resemblance to Doctor J* Heeeey, kids! Come on down to Poke Depot! We have everything, and I do mean everything, that can possibly be cheaply decorated with Poke things and sold again for an extremely high price! We have Poke-phones, poke-CDs, Poke-dolls, Poke-clothes, Poke-wallpaper, Poke-food, and even Poke-toilet-paper! Come in before twelve and we'll even give you your very own Poke-shopping bag, absolutely free, for only $14.99. It's the greatest store in the world!
*Scene changes so that you can see four or five kids sitting together, looking blank*
Kids: *All together, in a monotone voice* Yay.
*Scene switches back to announcer*
Announcer: So come on down and get your Poke-merchandise today! *Starts to laugh insanely.* Haha! Money! All for me! Hahahahahaha!
~Back to the Studio!~
Zechs: *Just finishing swallowing pills, he blinks and looks up as the camera focuses on him.* . . . Uh . . . Oh! *^.^!* Right! Well, while Heero is on the hunt for Duo's blood, we can move onto the next event . . .
Relena: *Chirps from her seat, swaying a bit* Which is championship midget shaving!
Noin: Um, no. *Eyes her askance, then goes on.* The next event will be . . . *Glances at her cards.* . . . The Dating game! Relena, you will be the bachelorette, looking for a date on a game show. Wufei, Quatre, and Heero-- Oh, wait. Heero's gone . . . All right, Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa will play bachelors One, Two, and Three, who must answer Relena's questions according to a certain personality and/or quirk that is written on your cards. Relena must then be able to guess everyone's true identity before the game ends. Please take your places onstage . . .
Relena: *Giggles, hiccups, and then moves to sit on a stool. Once she sits down, she very nearly falls over backward, though catches herself just in time.*
The Three Contestants: *Read their cards, and then take their seats onstage.*
Quatre: *Looks at Relena skeptically.*
Relena: *Hiccups again, and blinks slowly, turning with great care to stare back at the offstage contestants, then turns with just as much care and concentration to face the audience again.* That water tasted funny . . .
Dorothy: *Smiles innocently and crosses her legs, shoving a small liquor bottle--now empty--into her inner jacket pocket.*
Relena: Well, aaalllll righty then! *Swerves around to face the three contestants, promptly falls out of her chair, and then slowly works her way back up again.* . . .'scuse me. Eh-hem. Bachelor number One . . . *She pauses, in a half-crouch and not quite back into her seat, gripping the stool tightly to keep her from falling again.* Um . . . I look for many qualities in a man, like . . . stuff. What do you look for in a woman?
Wufei: *Immediately, the words "A Homosexual Male Just Coming to Grips With His Sexuality" appear below him, for audience eyes only to see. Wufei twitches, murmuring about injustice.* Well, Relena . . . In a woman, I look for . . . for . . . Well, to tell the truth, I look for something that most women don't have. *He lets out a deep breath, very glad it's over.*
Relena: Really? *By this time she has managed to regain her seat. She blinks, hiccups, and blinks again.* Okay . . . Bachelor nummer too. *Words beginning to get slightly slurred now,* I'm ushually not materialishick . . . but if you bought me a gift, what would it be?
Quatre: *Immediately, the words "A Reporter Looking for the Inside Scoop on the REAL Relena Peacecraft" appear scrawled beneath him.* Well, Miss Relena, I might get you a lovely pink stuffed bear, decorated with ribbons, lace, and a *Coughs* minimicrophone/taperecorder *Coughs* Oh, pardon me. But I'm sure you'll love it.
Relena: *Nods, slowly, still swaying slightly on her stool* Neat . . .! Bashelor nummer thee . . . how about . . . I know! Deshcwribe your idea of a perfect date in thee wordsh . . .
Trowa: *The words: "Overly Talkative Teenage Valley Girl" appear. In a superb, and at the same time disturbing, valley accent, he speaks.* Like, just, like, three? But, like, there's, like, so much we can, like, you know, do! Like, go to the mall, or like, do facials and make-overs on each other . . . *By now, he's gesturing along with his words, even twirling his bangs in a scarily precise imitation.*
* . . . And by now, every eye in the studio is on Trowa.*
Noin: He speaks . . .
Zechs: *Well, every eye but Zech's, anyway. Barely noticing, he focuses worriedly on his sister.*
Relena: Oh. Okay. Um . . . *Seems to be thinking quite hard.* Bashelor nummer one . . . deshcwribe what . . . um . . . what physical attributes . . . you like in a date.
Wufei: *Sighs.* Well, I like my dates strong, tough, manly . . . Wait! No . . . I mean . . . heh-heh . . . Not-manly?
Relena: *Stares at him for a moment* . .You're stransh . . .
Wufei: *Grumbles, albeit softly.*
Relena: Now, Bashelor nummer thee . . .
Noin: *Clears her throat* Two, Dear.
Relena: Wha? *Blinks, giggles, and hiccups.* Oh, right. Two. Um . . . what sorta things do you like to talk about? With . . . dates . . . and people?
Quatre: Oh, it'd all be about you, Miss Relena. All about you.
Relena: *Hiccups.* About me? *Suddenly pauses, and gets rather teary-eyed all of a sudden.* Would you leave the date early?
Quatre: Of course not, Miss Relena! You're far too interesting for me to want to leave at all.
Relena: *Sniffling* You wouldn't-- *Hiccup.* --stay away from me? You wouldn't threaten to-- *Sniffle.* --kill me every time we-- *Hiccup.* --meet? You wouldn't be-- *Sniff.* --antisocial and give me-- *Hiccup.* --mixed signals? *Abruptly dissolves into tears.*
Dorothy: *Raising an amused eyebrow in her seat at the back of the stage, noting quietly:* She <I>really</I> can't hold her liquor . . .
Quatre: *Looking concerned suddenly.* Are you alright, Miss Relena?
Relena: N-Nuh-No! *Sniffling.*
Zechs: *Blinking. very worried.* . . . I think it's time to ring the buzzer . . .
Relena: *Abruptly sits up straighter, wipes her nose and blinks, stopping her crying.* Wait! There's still Bachelor number three! And, um . . . I can't think of a question . . . *She slumps, then, sadly, and still sorta sways on her stool*
Trowa: Like, don't worry! I can, like, answer anything!
Relena: Answer why he hates me. *Hiccup, tilt.*
Trowa: Nobody hates you, 'Lena! Like, isn't it, like, totally super obvious or whatever!?! He's just, so, like, gag-me-with-a-spoon-shy, that like, he can't talk to, like, the wonder that like, is you! Like, for sure!
Relena: Oh. *Hiccups, nods, more tilting . . . she quickly rights herself.* Okay. I'm done then! *She hops off the stool, quickly stumbling.* I think . . *Hiccup.* I need a break . . . *Focuses blankly on the far wall of the studio for a minute, before promptly lacking out.*
Dorothy: *Looks all too pleased with herself.*
Quatre: *Rushes forward to help her.*
Trowa: *Walks over to her slowly, to help.*
Wufei: *Laughing*
Zechs: . . . Relena! *O.O*
Noin: *Clears her throat and presses the buzzer* Game over! . . .Eh-heh . . .
Quatre and Trowa: *Move Relena to a seat between them.*
Wufei: *Puts away the stools, still laughing.*
Zechs: . . . Wufei, you will not have a tongue to laugh with if you keep that up. *Glares*
Noin: . . . I think it's time for another commercial break . . . *Weakly.*
Wufei: *tries (yet fails miserably) to conceal his laughter.*
Zechs: *Stands, and stalks towards Wufei with a dangerous look in his eyes as the stage fades and a commercial appears.*
~Commercial!~
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Author's Note: Enjoy? Not enjoy? Either way, we need audience suggestions, people (Though I hope it was the former)! Suggestions for "Scenes from a hat" and "Who's Line" would be appreciated muchly!
This would have to be the best part, IMO. Oh yes, the drama, the tears, the laughter. Poor lass.