Soar throat, weakness, headache, body aches

Animal stalking you at night
Raising her shoulders in the air, a layer of Francesa’s dress drops, revealing a matching set of pants as her eyes look upon the judges, transfixed.
Capture me, my blood is red
HerShe spins around, calling her fake mobile phone as if a scared girl in a horror movie, as Chronologica chuckles.
That's not impossible to do, oh
To the beat of the song, Francesca plays with the heaves and grunts, her chest puffing as she curls her lips around every word, like a witch stalking her prey.
Primeval times with a little stimulation
HerShe is on the floor, crawling across the stage like a sexy model, flicking her hair back with a smirk on her face.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “HerShe giving sexy… wow, what a surprise.”
Tie me to a tree, crawl all over me
Her eyes darting around with manic expression as her words silk through like butter, Francesca trawls through the stage with a strong, fixated energy.
I don't ever wanna be eaten alive
HerShe drops into a death splat, as Francesca rips into her outfit with her long claw like nails, the outfit tearing into two as the song ends.
Chronologica gasps, clapping.
Francesca La Fataliá: “All my outfits are designed for moments like this. They don’t need to know that, though.”
…
I’ve made my decision.
…
…
…
Francesca La Fataliá, you’re a winner baby.
“Thank you, very much.” Francesca bows.
Condragulations–you’ve won this IMMUNITY POTION!–save it for when you’re at your most thirsty and desperate.
“Noted.” Francesca says.
HerShe, well done this week. You are safe.
“Thank you so much!” HerShe smiles.
Racers, the journey is still ahead. You will all be facing a big battle, now- eliminations begin, and your competitors are out there. So, good luck… and do not fuck it up.
~
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The racers walk in, and see the other 6 racers, all dressed in their best Flannel Drag, staring at the group.
“Oh, should we be scared?!” Carly laughs.
Everyone mean mugs each other. Ethan squats, staring at the others. Lady Gag is filing her nails. Niagara is brushing her hair. Shiseido applies lipstick. Molly stares hungrily at the racers. Lokii is smiling.
Francesca La Fataliá: “Should I be scared?”
Lokii: “It’s like two, shocking, scary racers coming together… and then…”
“HIYA EVERYONE!” Vicki cheers, as the racers all run over to each other.
“Oh I know you, girl!” Lady Gag looks at Shayla. “The big nerd girl from Ft. Lauderdale!”
The others stare at Lady Gag.
Shayla Moon: “Should I be offended by the phrase ‘Big’? No, that’s me. But it’s MEANT as an insult.”
“Excuse me… who are you?” Shayla asks.
Lady Gag looks shocked.
Shayla Moon: “Face crack!” Shayla cackles.
“Lady Gag, Chronologica’s Drag Race, Season 6 Winner.” Lady Gag smirks, extending her hand.
“Where’s the winner, I just see someone doing something already done, less successfully.” Francesca responds.
“OOOOOOHHHH!” Niagara laughs.
Lady Gag scoffs, as Ethan and Shisisedo both nod in appreciation.
“WHO are YOU?” Lady Gag turns, giving a stank face to Francesca.
“Leader of the Fataliá Mafia.” Ethan says, eyeing Francesca.
“Wait, you’re really a crime lord?!” Carly gasps.
Francesca smirks.
Carly looks scared.
“Ethan Angel-Eye. I’ve won the first week.” Ethan extends his hand to Francesca.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “When you see a threat- let alone one that may prove herself, you play the game.”
“I guess I don’t need to introduce myself, beyond adding- I’ve won the second week.” Francesca smirks.
“SO that’s the one I steal the potion from…” Molly whispers under her breath.
“Ooooooh…” Lokii smiles.
Lokii: “She’s cool.”
“Who was your top 2?” HerShe grins, looking around. “HerShe Kiss, former pit crew.” Molly smiles, placing her hand on her heart.
Anne smiles, looking over at Lady Gag, who is ignoring the others. “I love your look.”
“Oh, you’re gorgeous, BABE.” Gag smiles.
“Let’s be friends.” Anne says.
“It was I, Molly Moppit- former San Jose Men’s Correctional Prison attendee.” Molly says, crossing a finger around her neck and making a cutting noise.
“Woah.” Carly gasps.
“She’s fucking lying.” Shisedo responds.
Molly rolls her eyes, before laughing. “I was top 2 though.”
“Well, it feels nice to be here, together.” Vicki smiles, looking around. “Maybe we should hold hands and cheer for a season of fantastic drag?”
“I’m not doing that.” Ethan says.
“Hell no.” Shisiedo responds.
“Gross.” Lady Gag scoffs.
“Eek.” Anne makes a face.
Shiseido laughs. “Declassé.”
Molly looks at Shiseido. “Do you even know what declassé means?”
“I’m not a hand holder.” Francesca responds.
“I’ll join!” Shayla smiles, walking over and extending her hand.
“Oh, I’ll do it.” Nakomis joins.
“Me too.” Lokii gives an awkward smile, joining in.
HerShe holds hands with Lokii.
“Of course!” Carly yells.
Nearly half of the room hold hands, the others looking at each other, as the cast of Season 6 scope out the competition.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m… excited.” Carly smiles.
“To Season 6!” Carly cheers.
“TO SEASON 6!” Half of the room responds.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “The tide is high, the guns are blazing- but you know what? This is exciting.”
“To beating you twelve.” Shisiedo raises her hand, as the other half of the room joins in.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “And you know what? I’M READY, BITCH!”
“Shady, shady…” Vicki clicks her tongue.
Shisiedo shrugs.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “It’s on, like Donkey KONG!”
~
The next day, the racers all enter the werkroom- Bar Lady Gag, who struts out in a seashell bikini.
“…Are you going to be wearing Lady Gaga every single day, in and out of drag?” Anne smiles, looking at Gag.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I think I’m in love with Lady Gag.”
“No, last week she wore a bikini!” Molly chuckles.
“Miami, bitch.” Lady Gag puts on a pair of shades.
“Where did she even get those glasses…?” Molly questions, putting on a pair of Ethan’s own sunglasses.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I sense a kindred spirit. Perhaps, it is also this- I am the actual president, treasurer and secretary of the Luxembourg Lady Gaga fan club.”
“Don’t question it.” Anne puts her hand up.
Lady Gag poses, pursing her lips.
“…I hate this.” Shisiedo mutters.
“As do I.” Francesca stares.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Either way, we’re becoming fast friends.”
“Can I sit h-“ Niagara starts, before Anne and Gag turn to her.
“NO.”
Niagara looks confused, before nodding. “Okay, werk.”
“Nasty bitches.” Nakomis splutters, inviting Niagara over. “Come sit with us.”
“Not when you’re wearing that ugly shirt.” Niagara makes a face. “Who even is that?”
“It’s my namesake.” Nakomis points to her shirt. “Nakomis.”
“Fugly.” Niagara shakes her head.
You’ve got drag MAIL!
“MAIL!” Molly yells.
When you’re a Showgay, every STEP counts. So watch out for the pearls!
“Acting challenge?” Molly asks.
“Oh, I’d love to act.” HerShe smiles.
“I can see it with the persona you put on.” Anne jokes.
“HAH!” Lady Gag snaps her fingers.
HerShe makes a confused face.
“Guys, let’s not…” Vicki smiles. “It’s-“
Yo yo yo!
Chronologica walks out in a Rugby Jersey, the words ‘Eeels’ splattered across it, ‘Chronologica ’69’ across the back.
“Now, is it ’69 because of your age, or…” Shayla winks.
Chronologica winks back.
Racers.
Welcome to the first REAL week- because this point onwards, we’re doing eliminations. I’m making a promise, here and now… no fake out eliminations. Each week, until the finale, someone WILL go home.
Lokii: “No safety notes. You do bad one week? You don’t win a lip sync? You’re going home.”
Shayla gulps.
Now, for this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time to put your dance and choreography skills to the TEST. In three teams, you will be putting together a choreographed VEGAS inspired showgay performance- big headpieces, big moves, and… you’ll be making your OWN choreography, to just make it a bit more fun!
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I am a Choreographer, first and foremost. This is an opportunity to continue to deliver, and get another win on the board. I feel satiated.”
Ethan.
Frannie?
“Please no.” Francesca looks at Chronologica.
“Mama Fatal.” Carly looks at Chronologica.
Chronologica nods, clapping her hands, as Francesca does a throat slitting motion at Carly.
“Hey, I did that first-” Molly exclaims, before being shushed by Shayla.
Ethan and Mama Fatal, you two will be the TEAM captains, as winners of the first two challenges. They’ll be a third team, we’ll be calling the… leftovers.
Ethan, as first premiere winner, you get first pick.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “None of these racers seem appetizing. Then, I recall a mentioning… of a certain someone having dance experience.”
“Shayla Moon.” Ethan nods.
Producer: “But Shayla didn’t mention her experience to you at that point.”
Ethan Angel-Eye: “That’s none of your business.”
“Carly.” Francesca utters.
“Mama!” Carly laughs, running over.
“One more time…” Francesca growls.
“…HerShe.” Ethan nods.
“Woo!” HerShe runs over.
HerShe Kiss: “I love a team project. I tend to lead them, but…”
Francesca mulls over her options.
“…She’s taking her TIME.” Molly whispers to Vicki.
“Please-“ Niagara raises her hand. “I have performance skills. I think I’m cunt. I know I’m cunt. Let me prove myself.”
The others look at Niagara.
Niagara Halls: “Like, I was thinking- her drag is kinda gorgeous. I want tips. And I don’t want to not be picked.”
“Okay child, prove yourself.” Francesca gestures for Niagara to come over.
“UGH.” Ethan grumbles.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I hate the choices I am forced with.”
The others look at the displeased Ethan. “Lady Gag.” Ethan says, as Gag joins her team.
“Fabulous.” Lady Gag smiles, looking at Anne. “Good luck.”
“You’ll need it.” Anne says, flicking back her hair.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Allegedly, she can dance. Best bet, over the clear non performers.”
Gag smiles.
“Nakomis.” Francesca says.
That leaves Molly, Shiseido, Lokii, Vicki and Anne as the leftovers!
Molly Moppit: “Am I offended? YES!”
…
Molly Moppit: “Am I a bad dancer? NO! Gravity just tests me!”
Molly’s eyes dart left to right.
~
The teams start chatting, as they prepare for the challenge.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “For our maxi challenge this week, we’ll be dancing our asses OFF in a Vegas style dance performance!”
“I think the important query here to ask-“ Francesca looks at the racers. “Who has dance experience? And who has choreography experience?”
“I am certainly a MOVER.” Carly smiles, shimmying.
“So not a choreographer.” Francesca writes a note down.
Carly gasps dramatically, before shrugging. “True.”
“I’ve taught groups, but actively, no.” Francesca says. “I will own up to that.”
“I love to perform, but yeah, same.” Nakomis scoffs.
“Girl, same.” Niagara laughs.
“So I picked poorly.” Francesca says.
“…I mean, we are all performers, right?” Niagara looks around. “I think-“ She pauses at Nakomis.
“Well, you did offer to prove yourself…” Francesca hands Niagara the notepad.
Niagara looks spooked.
Francesca La Fataliá: “I can still lead without actively doing so. I want Niagara to own up and prove herself. I saw a fire. Show it. It’s a team challenge. And I have an immunity potion.”
“Okay…” Niagara cracks her knuckles. “Let’s do this.”
…
“So, who here is a DANCER?!” Molly smiles.
Nobody raises her hand.
“Well-“
“Why are you acting like a team Captain?” Shisiedo responds.
Lokii and Vicki stare at each other. Anne is oblivious.
“…I was asking a question, Red.” Molly laughs. “Don’t-“
“Don’t call me Red.” Shisiedo puts her hand up.
“Would calling you old nasty grandma bitch be better?” Molly asks.
Anne giggles, as Vicki clicks her tongue.
“No, no, no-“ Vicki shakes her head. “Let’s not swear…”
“Fuck off.” Molly and Shisedo say at the same time.
Vicki frowns.
“...Great, nobody is a dancer.” Anne rolls her eyes.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I must give my best. Being surrounded by weak links is one good thing- because it means I will not be in the bottom. I’ll help make it clear.”
“I think you should lead, Molly.” Anne puts her hand up.
“Oh…” Molly smiles. “Well- you know what, yes!”
Anne smiles.
Shisiedo looks annoyed.
…
“Now, I do have choreographer experience. I am the leader.” Ethan looks at the others.
“Ooooh…” HerShe holds her tongue.
HerShe Kiss: “I am a natural leader, I believe I have the skills, the talents, the abilities. It seems to be a default role for me.”
“Does anyone have dance, performance experience?” Ethan asks with a half smirk.
Lady Gag and Shayla raise their hands.
“I am a professional mover.” HerShe smiles.
“Okay, we’re all solid, so we can take hold and fucking deliver. I’m going to expect we all go 110%.” Ethan begins to write notes.
“I’d like to ask something.” Shayla says, putting her hand forward. “I’d love to take lead, front and center.”
“And why do you believe you should be at the front?” Ethan asks.
“You made a fantastic comment the other day, about me being a big girl.” Shayla looks at Lady Gag.
“Oh, yeah.” Lady Gag laughs.
“...I know my body isn’t the standard- Vegas Showgirl. I want to showcase that.” Shayla adjusts herself, stretching in her Death Note crop top. “Big girls can shine too.”
“I love that.” HerShe smiles.
“Werk.” Lady Gag laughs.
Lady Gag: “I’m a fierce bitch, girl- calm down with your big girls can shine too moment.” Lady Gag rolls her eyes.
“Sure.” Ethan nods. “Okay.”
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I will plan and execute this to a T . I know I can perform, and likely win this challenge. But, I’m happy to take a backseat to the conversation right now. Tactically- it works for Shayla- who can lead the show, and allow Lady Gag to get annoyed.” Ethan does a half smile.
~
The teams all walk onto the main stage for the maxi challenge to rehearse.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am excited to watch this chaos. We’re sitting down, and watching all of the other teams… prepare. How much fun.”
“Good luck.” Anne whispers to Lady Gag, as her team gets up.
“Okay…” Ethan holds a clip board, looking at the others. “We’re going to get into the first moment, as Shayla walks out…”
Shayla walks to the front, extends her arms and drops into a split.
“Woah.” Niagara covers her mouth.
Lokii: “She can move. It’s kinda… woah, cool.”
“Okay, then it’s you, Gag-”
Lady Gag flips forward.
“Then HerShe-” Ethan directs, pointing forward.
“I don’t know if my moment works.” HerShe purses her lips. “I’m thinking instead, I should actually strut out-”
“Are you a dancer? Are you leading, or are you third, listening to my instructions?” Ethan responds.
Anne begins to giggle.
Ethan stares at Anne.
“..I think you’re not leading in a democratic style, and it’s not going to work unless this is a collaborative piece.” HerShe adds. “I think perhaps, I can also take the reigns-”
Shayla and Lady Gag look confused, as Ethan gives a blank expression.
Shayla Moon: “Now, I am a control freak- and arguably, yes, my section is working well, but HerShe… huh?”
“This isn’t a Kumbaya scenario. If you can’t do the move, tell me, but it’s my leadership, or I’ll fucking throw you to the wolves in front of the judges.” Ethan growls.
“Jesus.” Vicki utters.
“...Okay.” HerShe nods.
…
“Your turn, team Mother Fatal.” Anne points.
“That is not yours to say.” Francesca says, getting up.
“Now, I’ve put together some points.” Niagara says, holding up a notepad.
“Wait, Niagara is doing the choreo?” Lady Gag utters to Anne, chuckling.
“Yes, I am.” Niagara smiles, holding the notepad. “Nakomis, you won’t be wearing this, I hope? You have heels to prepare in?”
“...Yes, Niagara.” Nakomis responds.
Nakomis Lotus: “Niagara is leading- she’s trying, but she’s kinda…. Nervous?”
“Nakomis…” Niagara’s eyes burst. “I mean Carly.”
“Oh, yeah girl, okay.” Carly smiles. “Do you want ME to go-”
“YES!” Niagara yells.
Carly looks at Niagara. “We’re one team.”
“Yup, yup…” Niagara exhales. “Let’s do it.”
“You can do this.” Francesca looks at Niagara. “If you don’t, you’ll die.”
Niagara gulps.
“She’s serious, too. I know she is.” Molly adds.
Niagara Halls: “Why did I do this?” Niagara huffs. “Okay, no, wait, I am fierce. I am fierce…”
…
“Last team, our team..” Anne says, coming up.
“Okay, let’s go.” Molly begins to strut, walking forward, twirling- before tripping her feet.
HerShe makes an awkward face as she watches.
“Can you even-” Shisedo stumbles mid-diss against Molly.
“Is there a curse that has been placed on you all that is making you clumsy?” Shayla asks. “Because I know a practitioner.”
“As do I.” Francesca adds.
“Okay, well lets do it.” Molly says, going through the motions.
…
Nakomis Lotus: “It’s clear the entire team are struggling. All of them… it is not going good.”
“This choreography is ridiculous. It is both two simple, and two complex- how the hell did you think this was appropriate?” Shiseido splutters.
“Can we not argue, right now?!” Molly puffs.
“If you had something noticeable with your drag, any ability or talent, you’d-”
“YOU HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO PERFORM IN YEARS, SHISEIDO!” Molly yells. “Use your eyes!”
“Can we just perform.” Vicki sighs.
“Please…” Lokii frowns.
Anne practices the steps, as if ignoring the others.
Nakomis Lotus: “Vicki is struggling a LOT, too- it’s clear. But Shiseido and Molly-”
“You’re an idiot.” Shiesedo starts.
“And you’re OUTDATED!” Molly yells.
“Perform better.” Shiseido looks at Molly.
“Okay, try and actually move, you aged monster.” Molly says, wearing an immunity potion around her neck.
“...Wait a minute.” Vicki stares at Molly. “That’s- she didn’t have that on, only a minute ago…
Nakomis Lotus: “You two in danger, girl.”
~
The racers get ready for the main stage.
“Does anyone have like, familia rooting for the back home, cheering them on?” Carly says, putting her wig on.
“...Wig glue?” Francesca looks at Carly.
Carly shakes her head. “Nah.”
The others look at fear in Carly.
“You put it down raw?” Shayla gasps, before smirking. “Well…”
“Not the time for sexual jokes!” HerShe sticks her hand out. “Girl. No wig glue?”
“Well, what- it works?” Carly says, pinning down her wig.
“You just pin it down?” HerShe shivers.
“It works!” Carly yells.
“Well, when the wig is cheap…” Shiseido shrugs, looking over. “It’s not a lace front.”
“I ONLY wear lace fronts.” HerShe smiles.
“Not everyone can afford this.” Francesca looks over. “It’s also about how you show case it. I don’t have time to prepare- but perhaps later you can learn a tip.”
“I just..” Carly shrugs. “I kinda have gotten used to coming here, delivering and showcasing myself. It is not just about the look.”
“Well, you’re wrong about that.” Shisedo says, turning over to look at her.
“What do you mean?” Carly says, putting on a tie.
“I think you actively put on this drag persona, you shouldn’t be a pretty girl, who will wear a nice dress and call it a day.” Shisedo starts. “And in fact, as someone who has come here, been in the business for YEARS…”
Molly rolls her eyes.
“What you’re doing is disrespectful.” Shiseido shrugs. “And moreover, it’s just… boring.”
“Look is somewhat important-”
“That’s not what you said.” Shisedo says.
“I-” Carly starts.
“You SAID, you don’t care about the look. And drag has always- yes, it’s had it’s roots in performance, but the 90s? The looks, the style, the performance, the history, the reason I’VE SURVIVED- through being an artist, clearly something you don’t know.” Shiseido spits out.
“That’s a lot of emotion.” Carly says awkwardly. “I was just-”
“No, clearly you don’t get IT!” Shiseido yells, her voice cracking.
“I think you need to calm down.” Ethan looks over, as Shiseido grumbles. “The kid was just painting.”
“Oh, I have a bone to pick with you, too.” Shiseido starts, getting up. “You were the one person I assumed to pick me, and you didn’t. Why?”
“Because clearly, you’re not a dancer.” Ethan says. “Point blank.”
Shiseido purses her lips. “Fine.”
…
The room is silent, as the racers look at each other.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “Normally, you see the cast kiki, have fun- but really… it feels like no one here wants to talk to each other. Or feels too.. scared to.”
Shiseido paints, looking pissed.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “Yikes, it’s only week three…”
~
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