2019.06.17 22:15 thewildweird0 A place to discuss about and write to prisoners
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2024.05.27 21:02 Kinglucy710 Pending recruiting review
It’s been over 7 weeks and it just says this ? Any idea on how long it’ll take to hear anything? submitted by Kinglucy710 to americanairlines [link] [comments] |
2024.05.27 18:16 Catfisher8 Free version vs the “pro” version?
Just genuinely confused between the difference between the free and pro versions and can’t seem to find anything on the internet of course. submitted by Catfisher8 to MyRadar [link] [comments] |
2024.05.27 13:02 TonyTony1287 The Walking Dead Ranking Every Episode
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2024.05.27 03:26 LegacyOfSilence Found under a curtain of pink rhododendrons
“A sweet bud on Earth only a blosom in Heaven.” submitted by LegacyOfSilence to CemeteryPorn [link] [comments] Died in accidental drowning with another boy (detail below link to findagrave) Find a grave: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/130000998/c_william-melin Article transcription of event: ARCHIVES THE NEWS TRIBUNE The Tacoma Daily Ledger Tacoma, Washington • Sun, Feb 2, 1908 Page 3 TWO LOSE LIVES IN SNAKE LAKE BOYS FALL THROUGH AIRHOLE IN ICE AND DROWN BEFORE AID COMES. ONE BODY IS RECOVERED Willie Melin and Albert Craig Go to Play "Shinney"-Search Will Continue Today• Breaking through an airhole in Snake lake while playing "shinney" on the ice, Willie Melin, 9 years old, son of Nels P. Melin, a dairyman, residing at 3609 South Thirty-fifth street, and Albert Craig, 14 years old, son of Joseph Craig, Fortieth and Warner streets, were drowned about 11:30 o'clock yesterday morning in eight feet of water, before the eyes of a half-dozen boys who were near by, but whose attempts to save the two proved futile. The body of the Melin boy was recovered about 3:30 o'elock yesterday afternoon by City Detectives Stine and Recob, who construeted a raft, broke a passageway through the ice and raised the lifeless form of the little schoolboy from the bottom of the lake. While the body of the lad lay upon the shere, Joseph Craig, father of the other boy, paced the shore and tearfully appealed to the two detectives to bring his son's body to the surface. They tried, but darkness overtook them their work. Renewed efforts will be made at 9 oclock this morning by the police, under Captain C. E. King, to recover the body of young Craig. The drowning which has brought sor: row to two homes has also cast a pall over the Edison and Oakland schools, where Albert and Willie, respectively, were pupils. Yesterday was the first day's skating this winter and the ice, while thick enough on some parts of the lake, had frozen unequally. Neither Willie nor Albert had skates, but went to the lake di the mornin days trother bore if the on the ice. Boys Ran Into the Hole. They had procured "shinneys" and a can, found conveniently near, served the purpose of a "puck." The gladness of their hearts was evident by their merry shouts as now Albert gained an advantage and then the advantage shifted to his younger rival. Albert had struck the can a good blow with his "shinney" and was about to follow up the advantage when Wille started to meet him other, order, igoal sinto the neared thet they ran airhole that was obscured by thin ice, and both of the little fellows went down into the water together. The chill of the water benumbed and frightened them, but Albert, older and stronger than the Melin lad, started to battle not only for his own life but for that of his younger playmate. He was able to swim, and stopped momentarily to aid his companion. The terrorized cries of the two boys attracted the at-tention.of the boys on the beach, and Walter Bringolf, a High school boy, who was captain of the second football team and a basket-ball player, hastened to the rescue of the drowning lads. Bringolf seized a limb of a small tree and, holding fast to one end, passed the other to Craig who caught hold of it, the while holding on to his little companion with one arm. It was said that the frenzy, which overcame the Melin boy made him deaf to the appeal of Albert to be calm. The Craig boy, was trying to hang on to the tree limb, Bringolf admonishing him to keep calm and that help would soon arrive. Dragged Companion to Deatn. It was while Albert was battling to save his own life and at the same time save the life of his smaller companion that the Melin boy, choked by the water that had entered his lungs and benumbed by the icy water, seized his companion and they sank into the lake before other boys who had gone for help could re-turn. Snake lake is located about a quarter of a mile northwest from the Oakland school building. It is in a sort of a ravine and is about one mile in length and from seventy-five to 100 feet wide at the point where the boys were drowned. The water is about eight to ten feet deep. The boys were playing on the west shore of the lake. In sum- mer this lake dries up and the ravine is covered with brush and weeds. The body of the Melin boy was removed to the C. C. Mellinger company's uner taking rooms atter the deputy some of the circumstances connected with the double tragedy. As soon as the drowning was known a report spread that several of the boys of the Children's Industrial home had been drowned. This institution is sit- uated within three or four blocks of the scene of the drowning and the inmates were scattered about the grounds and for a tine it was feared that the report was true. In order to learn whether or not any of the children of this home were missing the assembly bell was rung, the children brought to: gether and the roll called. Every child answered "present" and the suspense was ended. During the progress of the search for the two bodies a great crowd gathered about the lakeshore. Owing to the ir- regular area of the lake and the time needed to construet a raft the officers worked under a handicap.i |
2024.05.27 00:38 DunKco Inmate seach (maricopa county) without Birthdate or booking number
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2024.05.26 02:02 DarkLordMalak My twin brother has stolen my identity and been arrested with it multiple times.
2024.05.26 00:38 Spitefire6 Prison set to fill to capacity, but marked as closed? Have prisoner capacity (254 of 403) Help appreciated!
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2024.05.25 08:07 Snowdude87 06Z update, no overnight high risk update for today.
Day 1 Convective Outlook NWS Storm Prediction Center Norman OK 1258 AM CDT Sat May 25 2024 submitted by Snowdude87 to tornado [link] [comments] Valid 251200Z - 261200Z ...THERE IS A MODERATE RISK OF SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS IN PARTS OF KANSAS/OKLAHOMA AND FAR SOUTHWEST MISSOURI... ...SUMMARY... An outbreak of severe thunderstorms is forecast from late afternoon into tonight across parts of the central and southern Great Plains. A few long-lived supercells capable of intense tornadoes may occur. Giant hail and destructive wind gusts are also expected. ...Central and southern Great Plains... Much uncertainty plagues this outlook cycle, with the level 4-Moderate risk left as-is. This evening's guidance has trended slower and more confined with the boundary-layer moisture return, with most CAMs also suggesting earlier afternoon initiation occurring along the periphery of the richer moisture in west TX. Level 5-High risk potential remains evident with the 00Z HRRR indicating a possible tornado outbreak scenario with long-lived strong to violent tornadoes. Consensus of evening guidance suggests low-level moisture return will be within a confined swath emanating north from the south-central TX portion of the Rio Grande Valley into west TX. This will occur downstream of a modestly amplified mid-level trough, consisting of multiple embedded shortwave impulses, ejecting across the West into the central and southern High Plains. Surface temperatures west of the dryline will become hot, and most CAMs indicate early to mid-afternoon thunderstorm development in the TX Big Country/western north TX vicinity. It is probable that this will become the southern extent of the overall severe threat with slow-moving supercells persisting into the evening. Across OK/KS, richer and deeper boundary-layer moisture ahead of the dryline should be confined to western OK through late afternoon. A more well-mixed boundary layer is expected farther north in western/central KS, while the rich moisture should be shallow in central OK before deepening later. Most guidance suggests high-based thunderstorms will develop in the late afternoon across southwest NE and northwest KS, where mid-level cooling will be greatest. Very large hail and isolated severe wind gusts will be the primary threats during the afternoon with relatively elongated/straight hodographs supporting potential for left and right-splitting supercells. A strengthening low-level jet will aid in the tornado threat substantially increasing by early evening. The most volatile environment for long-lived, intense tornadic supercells should exist over the western half of OK. Primary uncertainty precluding an upgrade is the degree of impact earlier afternoon storms to the south may have on this setup with left-splits/outflows. The northern periphery of the richedeeper moisture surge and robust low-level jet is eventually expected to reach at least into southern KS during the evening. Supercells in this region will strengthen as this occurs, and become capable of producing long-lived, intense tornadoes after dusk. But with time tonight, increasing large-scale ascent should support a supercell to bow echo to MCS evolution towards the Ozark Plateau vicinity. This should yield a swath of damaging winds, with embedded significant severe gusts and tornadoes possible as it tracks eastward along the MLCAPE gradient overnight. ...Eastern States... Three areas of level 1-MRGL risk are forecast today with sporadic severe hail and locally damaging winds possible. Remnant morning convection and attendant MCVs may aid in isolated severe across parts of the Deep South early, before spreading/developing east towards parts of the coastal Atlantic Southeast during the afternoon. Separately, a marginal supercell wind profile will also exist along the southeast FL sea breeze. Across the Lower Great Lakes to central/northern Appalachians, initial mid-level ridging will evolve to a flatter, zonal flow regime. The trailing surface front attendant to a nearly stationary, occluded cyclone along the southeast MB/northwest ON border area should aid in isolated to scattered thunderstorms this afternoon, some of which should become strong. ..Grams/Moore.. 05/25/2024 |
2024.05.25 06:16 b_84 What if the whole case is just one giant PsyOp?
2024.05.25 04:39 mlucafe INSTANT KARMA by John Lennon!!! Paul is the Founder of this mass coming movement and Taylor Swift is the Mother they can follow. I can prove it
https://preview.redd.it/iu3kqnxbih2d1.png?width=242&format=png&auto=webp&s=71fd5ac26f2b9a6bae171fc8137fc8ef3f4075ee submitted by mlucafe to Gaylor_Swift [link] [comments] I have finished explaining my theory why it will happen this DECEMBER: PART 2 PART 3 This is the VERY ORANGE tayloresque cover art of Menlove Ave. which is a 1986 compilation album musician John Lennon. YES!! MENLOVE AVE is the name of the album. How did we miss this? Also this: https://preview.redd.it/1cdt7rj5vh2d1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=c62ddb61d270af303377da14669d06e6d4da4b46 On to his song: 1. Instant Karma (We All Shine On) by John Lennon Instant Karma's going to get you Going to knock you right on the head You better get yourself together Pretty soon you're going to be dead Vs. [Taylor’s karma: Cause karma is the thunder Rattling your ground Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town Sweet like justice ] What in the world you thinking of Laughing in the face of love? What on earth, you trying to do? It's up to you, yeah, you Instant Karma's gonna get you Going to look you right in the face vs. TS: Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me Better get yourself together, darling Join the human race **[**MORE ON JOIN THE RACE LATER AS IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!] […] [Chorus] Well, we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well, we all shine on Every one, come on […] Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live in pain and fear? Why on earth are you there when you're everywhere? Come and get your share […] Now prepare to get your MIND BLOWN!! According to https://www.johnlennon.com/music/singles/instant-karma/ ‘Instant Karma! (We All Shine On)’ is John’s 3rd single, it was written and recorded on 27th January 1970 and released just ten days later on February 6th The B-Side, ‘Who Has Seen The Wind’ was written by Yoko Ono. Yoko Ono said: ‘I wrote it in the morning on the piano, like I said many times*, and I went to the office and I sang it.* I thought, “Hell, let’s do it”, and we booked the studio. And Phil came in, he said, “How do you want it?” I said, “You know, 1950 but now.” And he said “Right,” and boom, I did it in just about three goes. He played it back, and there it was. I said, “A bit more bass, that’s all.” And off we went. See, Phil doesn’t fuss about with fuckin’ stereo or all the bullshit. Just “Did it sound alright? Let’s have it.” It doesn’t matter whether something’s prominent or not prominent. If it sounds good to you as a layman or as a human, take it. Don’t bother whether this is like that or the quality of this. That suits me fine.’ VS. TAYLOR’S VERSION Of THIS SAME QUOTE WHILE SAYING JOE IS WILLIAM BOWERY “Joe plays piano beautifully and he's always just playing and making things up and kind of creating things…. and “Exile” was crazy because Joe had written that whole entire piano part and was singing the Bon Iver part..[Jack: Lyrics too? TS: Yeah..] He was just singing it the way the whole first verse is and so I was entranced and asked if we could keep writing ….” https://preview.redd.it/14l01qqkih2d1.png?width=497&format=png&auto=webp&s=33794a374fe84840b1173aca6ad894ae7a0e5d11 2. “Who cares” from the Paul McCartney Album“ inspired by Taylor Swift He said that the song “Who cares” was inspired by Taylor. https://www.thethings.com/paul-mccartney-revealed-he-wrote-who-cares-because-of-taylor-swift/ This song has a music video **(**it deserves its own post) starring Emma Stone that I’ll be posting screenshots of throughout the lyrical analysis and delve into it a bit below. The lyrics go: Did you ever get hurt by the words people say And the things that they do when they're picking on you? Did you ever get sad by the end of the day When they're making you feel like a rusty old wheel It's been left in the rain [ there is A LOT of imagery of Taylor in the rain] https://preview.redd.it/0j9ktmbmih2d1.png?width=313&format=png&auto=webp&s=ed6d4761b2ac2b7946253ca23396ef9c0d5092b4 https://preview.redd.it/04v55hmnih2d1.png?width=452&format=png&auto=webp&s=2ea6afc1c5f8c9b57f5f06b919210b5ac8ca0b61 https://preview.redd.it/gvbmg3moih2d1.png?width=510&format=png&auto=webp&s=44d7b536a10c88f476137dfcb1e75d6995ea4b50 'Cause you're worth much more A fact you can be sure No need to hide The love you've got inside Did you ever get lost in the heart of a crowd https://preview.redd.it/wxtbixyqih2d1.png?width=543&format=png&auto=webp&s=6f621973853c1de9b148fbfa7654bd76deb4a600 And the people around keep on pushing you down Is it driving you mad and you're screaming out loud [ DRIVING HER MAD??] And you're wondering who's going to recognize you You're a ghost in the dark [The amount of all the dark, black and white imagery is insane and Taylor’s work is insane as you know…and as evidenced by a screenshot of Taylor’s Instagram below: https://preview.redd.it/o014eoqsih2d1.png?width=388&format=png&auto=webp&s=3d348cc21e0685e046ca73201e30311d4708b35b But he also mentions ghosts and the reference of hauntings or ghosts appear so much in TS’s work: https://preview.redd.it/2nt1b52vih2d1.png?width=440&format=png&auto=webp&s=781be3217eb4cafc44e939c69790dbac648adb51 Seven: “And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why” [Oh this breaks my heart ☹] https://preview.redd.it/cdlpfuwwih2d1.png?width=509&format=png&auto=webp&s=47464e59f852d970867ca873e11dca4a7fac33a8 On to the music video of “Who cares”: https://preview.redd.it/5g2lx3hyih2d1.png?width=475&format=png&auto=webp&s=ab178f620fc088e2b148a876e8310b285c14260e This is Paul’s office sign in the “Who cares” music video. I believe it to be a reference to Dr. Konrad Lorenz, who is as an Austrian zoologist, ethologist, and ornithologist. He shared the 1973 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine. He is often regarded as one of the founders of modern ethology, the study of animal behavior. He was drafted by the armed forces of the Nazis to study the biological characteristics of "German-Polish half-breeds" to determine whether they 'benefitted' from the same work ethics as 'pure' Germans. Lorenz later described that he once saw transports of concentration camp inmates at Fort VII which made him "fully realize the complete inhumanity of the Nazis". He was sent to the Russian front in 1944 where he quickly became a prisoner of war in the Soviet Union from 1944 to 1948. When he was repatriated, he was allowed to keep the manuscript of a book he had been writing, and his pet starling. He arrived back in Altenberg (his family home, near Vienna) both "with manuscript and bird intact." The manuscript became his 1973 book Behind the Mirror. https://preview.redd.it/4bdnull1jh2d1.png?width=354&format=png&auto=webp&s=4b4abad638975916f28434e303414066c59ec742 "Behind the Mirror: A Search for a Natural History of Human Knowledge" delves into the origins and development of human knowledge. Basically, he argues that human knowledge and expectations play a crucial role in shaping how we perceive reality. That what we perceive is influenced by complex innate predispositions and learned knowledge, highlighting that perception is not a mere reflection of the external world but is actively constructed by our minds. Lorenz is also renowned for his “Theory of Imprinting.” He investigated the mechanisms of imprinting, where some animals, such as geese, form an attachment to the first large moving object that they meet. Lorenz showed that this behavior of imprinting is what allows the goose to learn to recognize members of its own species (ahem…), enabling them to be the object of subsequent behavior patterns such as mating (saucy). So basically, Taylor is proven once again to be Mother (as brilliantly demonstrated by u/smokdlavender in 3 intricate posts I urge to see). Music Video: https://preview.redd.it/mmyltqo2jh2d1.png?width=408&format=png&auto=webp&s=2658a0524fcb407c2610438783752ed6e3a5b937 Forced to pretend to be in love with men when she likes women is unpleasant. A response that doesn't fit with what stimulates her is expected. Forced to pretend to be in love with not you preferred gender is unpleasant. She is supposed to like guys which doesn't do it for her. https://preview.redd.it/t4pbijj3jh2d1.png?width=423&format=png&auto=webp&s=14afcb0ac85a41562f1ba417be414dccbb63045b The pattern is there are sooo many artists who identify as queer (which makes sense since nonconformity to societal norms is essential to art) so if you focus on that instead of denying it….. https://preview.redd.it/c5e8wja4jh2d1.png?width=425&format=png&auto=webp&s=73d3dbb09cb14ba42b7c919ed49ee85f14adc6b4 Out the race out of the closet they go! https://preview.redd.it/zddvzvl5jh2d1.png?width=573&format=png&auto=webp&s=af037e998d1b6c16697b0d9ec1ade0fad68cd1ec And then everything turn black and white. And they are on a race, hence, the check partern everywhere… Join the human race!! https://preview.redd.it/lj03l7p7jh2d1.png?width=311&format=png&auto=webp&s=b83a402a80a4faf380e2303ae4a604e9dfa41359 https://preview.redd.it/a92bxtd8jh2d1.png?width=417&format=png&auto=webp&s=50f1c5d9a7db794832aa2f46803db807d1557d86 https://preview.redd.it/dm1rl1g9jh2d1.png?width=409&format=png&auto=webp&s=85ad82b3b578e178dedbf8e7ba8c6c166318d32a https://preview.redd.it/8w8edd1ajh2d1.png?width=397&format=png&auto=webp&s=c85f15f8ab2036a8db86b3fddde8ae657e822ce2 IT CONTINUES IN PART 2 |
2024.05.24 16:39 PopeofCherryStreet Tulsa police chief search narrowed to five candidates
#sowhite #somale submitted by PopeofCherryStreet to tulsa [link] [comments] The mayor said Wednesday that the same group of city officials will be joined by a citizens panel on Thursday for a second round of interviews. The citizens panel is made up of Maria Barnes, Tulsa Police Community Advisory Board member and former Tulsa city councilor; Jeannie Cue, Tulsa City Council chairwoman; Jeff Downs, president of the Tulsa Fraternal Order of Police; Karen Gilbert, executive director of the Crime Prevention Network and former Tulsa city councilor; Julie Harris, director of security for Saint Francis Health System and a retired Tulsa Police Department major; Dr. Rebecca Hubbard, city of Tulsa chief mental health officer; Phil Lakin, Tulsa City Council vice chair; Tim Newton, executive director of Tulsa Dream Center and member of the Tulsa Police Community Advisory Board; Trent Shores, attorney with GableGotwals and former U.S. attorney; and Martha Zapata, Tulsa Area Hispanic Chamber of Commerce. Real interesting “diverse” panel there🙄 Not a single tribal member on it by design. |
2024.05.24 14:33 GTSBot [GTS] My prisoners wont stop whining about clean clothes, and for some reason no matter what I do they can't get clothes. Can anyone help me?
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2024.05.24 01:04 renownedcart My prisoners wont stop whining about clean clothes, and for some reason no matter what I do they can't get clothes. Can anyone help me?
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2024.05.23 22:54 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 2- Prove Your Worth
Ethan dramatically removes his balaclava, staring at the judges, revealing that he has shaved his scruffy beard off–and painted his lips oversized, to emphasize every word of the lip sync. submitted by AustralianChrono to ChronologicasDragRace [link] [comments] Hey, you, jump in this ride, it’s real nice and slippery inside On the first line, Ethan back-flips into a split, and when he lands, he’s pointing to his mouth as he nails every word of the complicated rap lyrics. Niagara Halls: “Holyyyyy shit. We’re getting STARTED!” Squeeze my body, rock my body, boy, you make me go Molly flounces around the stage, making funny faces and giving campy white dad dance moves. Ethan spins into a one-legged pose and grabs at himself seductively. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Ethan grabs the leg holding himself up and yanks it to the side, making it look like he’s about to fall…but he twists into another gravity-defying flip, landing on all fours and kicking his other leg into the air as he reaches out plaintively towards the judges. If we could be, stranger what you say? I'm really liking that way Molly grabs at the air towards the judges, emoting fiercely, then pulls at the air comedically as if it’s a rope. She “pulls” herself off of the stage to the floor below the judges’ table, where she pulls a little notebook out of her bra and scribbles a note. You whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it (uh) Ethan whips his legs around, spinning out of the headstand and landing in a seductive “paint-me” pose, then kicking one leg up perfectly in time with the song’s whip-crack sound-effect. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Molly shows the judges her note, which reads: “Please don’t make me steal the potion.” Ethan ignores her, cartwheeling forward one last time and landing in a perfectly posed confident power-punch stance. … The girls at the back of the stage look gooped, gagged, and gobbled. Ethan Angel-Eye: “You’re welcome.” Now THAT was a way to start the season. Racers…I’ve made my decision. Shiseido Red: “This time, there’s no question.” Ethan Angel-Eye. You’re a winner, baby! Ethan nods, reaffixing his balaclava. Condragulations–you’ve won this IMMUNITY POTION!–save it for when you’re at your most thirsty and desperate. Molly Moppit: “Damn it. I wanted thaaat! Your thief of Season 6, robbed from day 1!” Now, my racers. This isn’t over! You’ve proved why you’re here this week, but very soon, you’ll meet the rest of our cast…and see if you can prove why you should stick around! See you all very soon!!! ~ The racers enter the werkroom. Lady Gag: “I can’t believe we’ve had our first week, over- and I didn’t WIN!” “No mirror message, but god, Ethan, you might as well have made Molly write ONE, hah!” Niagara laughs, with no one else responding. Niagara Halls: “I am so happy to have survived a week. I know I can kill a lip sync. But in a gown? Honey, gods were on my SIDE!” Niagara laughs. “Funny coming from someone who would’ve gone home tonight!” Molly laughs. Niagara gasps, before shutting her mouth. Everyone sits down. “First of all, I do want to say, despite me looking fantastic, and deserving a top two placement over those who are incapable of doing something exciting, talented and skilled-” Shiseido starts, as Molly gets up, walking away. “Get on with the compliment.” Ethan looks at Shiseido. “Congratulations, you cunt.” Shiseido starts to clap, as does Lokii- but no one else. “Cool.” Ethan nods. Ethan Angel-Eye: “I don’t need a participation award or clapping. I am a fucking talent, regardless of what the others in this group say. I know what I am capable of, and I am here to win.” “I just want to know how you’re going to use that immunity potion.” Lady Gag says, playing with her bikini string. Molly sneaks around the werkroom, grabbing another of Shiseido's wigs. “Well, why would I tell you?” Ethan stares at Gag. Gag rolls her eyes. Ethan Angel-Eye: “When I use the potion, it’ll be for a reason. Smart. Logical. Ready to kill.” “I do think we need to actually-” Niagara begins to giggle. The others look confused. “I think-” Niagara laughs. “Oh my gosh, so dumb…” “What’s dumb?” Lady Gag looks as the giggling Niagara with confusion. “Let’s scare these girls.” Niagara giggles. “With a message.” “Hah.” Molly yells from the other end of the room. “Great idea!” “I’ll do it.” Lady Gag grins, walking to the mirror. The others all look on, as Lady Gag smirks, writing her message. Lipstick Message: “BEWARE, UGLIES- YOU’RE LOSING!” “Oh… yes.” Lady Gag smirks. Lady Gag: “These bitches better beware, because the winner- ME, is in the first group. So…” Lady Gag smiles. “I hope you enjoy your one moment… because after that?” Lady Gag winks. Lady Gag: “It’s the Gag show.” “...it’s like her brain is made of pure fumes.” Ethan whispers to Shiseido. ~ https://i.redd.it/wvrj37suo82d1.gif In a denim pair of play jeans, with a big, pink sparkly belt, a purple t-shirt and a plain vest overlaid on top, Carly Shay Jepsen enters the werkroom with a wink. Her top and vest are covered with little ugly problem patterns and she wears a flat, flat wig, along with a big smile on her face. “Leave it all to ME!” Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m Carly Shay, and this is iCar-“ Carly looks at the cameraman. Carly Shay Jepsen: “I can’t say that?! Where’s the fun in thaaaaat?!” Carly cackles. “Okay, round two.” Carly adjusts herself in the confessional. Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m Carly Shay Jepsen, and you want fun drag? Leave it all to me.” Carly laughs. “Damn. That’s me.” “Oh, first!” Carly cheers, before looking around. “Wait a minute…” Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m a Fresno Queen. Originally from Mexico, but you probably can’t tell from this pasty skin.” Carly laughs. “I’m a performer and a body girl living my Nickelodeon popstar fantasy. I don’t do big wild pageant drag- put me in a pair of jeans and heels, and I’m READY.” “Woah.” Carly runs over to the various dressing stations, staring a bunch of blue clips. “So many clips.” Suddenly, footsteps are heard, and Carly runs over to the front tables. She trips over her jeans, but turns it into a cool tumble and pops right back up, then runs and sits at one of the stools closest to the door. “Ahhhhh!!!!” Carly shrieks excitedly. In a massive black wedding gown, along with a veil that appears to go on for infinity, and a lace trimmed bodice, Francesca La Fataliá enters the werkroom with a smirk beneath her veil. “My wedding.” Francesca pulls apart the dress, revealing the edges soaked with red jewels emulating blood. “Your funeral.” “OH MY GOD!” Carly falls off her seat in shock. “…Are you okay?” Francesca raises an eyebrow. “I’m GAGGED, lady!” Carly says, chuckling. “I’m okay, I’m okay!” Francesca La Fataliá: “The Mother of Hell has arrived, and-“ Francesca smirks, as if proud of herself. “I’m here to knock you off your seats.” “Fabulous, because I do not have the ability to help you up in this gown.” Francesca responds, as Carly star jumps up. Francesca La Fataliá: “I’m the Venetian Mother of The Fatal House, and I’m here to deliver Gothic greatness.” Francesca smiles. “What kind of drag queen am I? Darkness, mystery, murder, performer, lip sync artist, seamstress… just to name a few.” “This gown is insane.” Carly smiles. “Who did you commission for it?” “I made it myself, actually.” Francesca nods. “GAG GAG GAG GAG GAG!” Carly snaps her fingers. “I bought these from Ross. Dress for less.” “I can tell.” Francesca says with a cheeky smirk. “Wait- there’s a message.” Carly looks at the mirror message, as Francesca turns around. “What a stupid message.” Francesca rolls her eyes. “Should this intimidate us?” “I’m not scared.” Carly shrugs. Francesca picks up an eraser, and wipes off Lady Gag’s mirror message. Francesca La Fataliá: “Instantly, I can tell Carly is young. Quite young. But- there’s a charisma to her, as well. It takes off a lot to pull off a pair of jeans, and she’s…half-doing it. And thank god, there’s more to the personality than just luxury brands.” Francesca scoffs. Out walks Anne Dior Kashaut, wearing head to toe luxury brands- a Chanel Beret in copper, with a matching red wig, a Burberry scarf and vest in bronze, a gray Gucci labeled sweater and caramel mini skirt, a pair of Dior boots and sunglasses- and a massive birkin bag. “Do any of you speak French or German?” “Brand Whore.” Francesca states matter of factly, shaking her head as she places her bouquet on the table. “Bien, maintenant je peux dire de la merde sur toi en face.” Anne smiles. “BONJOUR, HI, BABE!” Carly waves. Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am Anne Dior Kashaut, and I’m simply put, your next winner.” Anne does a pageant wave, smiling to herself. “Preparing myself for my campaign moment.” “Welcome!” Carly goes for a hug, as Anne shakes her head. “No thanks, I don’t hug competition. Certainly not those in cheap jeans!” “Wow, bitch!” Carly laughs, as if expecting Anne to be joking. Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am a well-studied pageant queen. Each and every detail is impeccable. Stylised and deliberate, every thought prepared. I’m entering this werkroom in luxury. All earned from my multiple titles, of course, because I am a winner.” “Another European.” Francesca says, looking at Anne. “Oh, are you one of those Apocalyptica-inspired queens?” Anne looks Francesca up and down. “No, I’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Francesca responds. “Yikes!” Anne laughs. “Délabré! Well, I’m a pageant queen. I’ve been doing this for not-too-long-of-a-time, but I can tell you this: I’m a title holder.” Francesca La Fataliá: “I do drag mostly in Italy, but also all throughout Europe. We do not really have a ‘pageant scene’ on our continent. So, what is she on about?” “Good for you.” Carly says with a smirk. Francesca looks at Carly with a smile, as Anne goes to the mirror to look at herself. “I am done with talking to you.” Anne tosses her hair. Anne Dior Kashaut: “Honestly. The girls I got here with are clearly very untalented. Carly reminds me of a cow. You know? Moo moo?” Carly Shay Jepsen: “You’re not Nymphe, bitch! If you’re blunt, at least back it up with talent!!” Suddenly, golden lotus flowers fall in a shower, blown into spirals by a hidden fan. In a tight velvet blue gown, with a floor length train, long blonde locks and a glittering golden lotus flower held in her hand, Nakomis Lotus enters the werkroom with a big smile on her face, before raising an eyebrow. “Elegance… Potentially.” Anne scoffs, walking over to the main desk and knocking Francesca’s bouquet onto the floor while no one is looking. Nakomis Lotus: “I am Nakomis Lotus, and I’m damn excited.” Nakomis smiles. “I am 22, living in Tulsa, and I am… a bit of everything.” Nakomis nods. “I love a Pageant competition, but really I love a competition in GENERAL. I am a bit of a reality tv superfan, and Drag Race is my favorite show, along with Big Brother so this is kind of… emotional?” Nakomis looks around the werkroom and smiles, exhaling a big breath…before bursting into tears. Everyone else looks confused. Francesca La Fataliá: “Why is she crying?” Nakomis Lotus sobs for what appears to be 30 seconds straight. Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m like… what do I do?! What’s going on?! Did she hurt herself on the walk over?!” “Are you dying?” Anne asks. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m here.” Nakomis smiles, wiping her eyes. Nakomis Lotus: “It just feels a lot, very emotional to be here. I am… really excited, really proud and really thankful to be here. I have been doing drag for 6 years- since I was 16, and now, I am here. Woah. This is a lot.” “Okay, someone hand her a tissue, I’m not getting up.” Francesca scoffs. Carly hands Nakomis a tissue. “Hi everyone!” Nakomis walks over with a smile. “How are we all?” “Fabulous.” Francesca nods. “Gagging.” Carly smiles. Anne looks over, then looks away. “Okay.” Nakomis laughs. Nakomis Lotus: “Nymphe much? It’s fine. I don’t need Anne to be nice. I mean, you don’t want to be allies with everyone in the werkroom, just the majority.” “Please, tell us your name, where you come from…” Carly grins. “I’m Nakomis Lotus, and I am a reality tv superfan, pageant queen, Oklahoma original, just turned 22, and…” Francesca La Fataliá: “How are these children all supposedly ‘experienced’ pageant Queens at young ages? Do I just not associate with enough twinks? …Or maybe the pageants they’re going to just aren’t much to write home about.” “Love that.” Carly extends her hand. “Carly Shay Jepsen.” “….Veeeeery 2007-core…Carly Shay…iCarly?” Nakomis laughs. “It sure IS!” Carly snaps her fingers. Carly Shay Jepsen: “Miranda Cosgrove… is an idol. She is an inspiration. She is everything that I want to be. And I really got started doing impersonation stuff. For Miranda and for Carly, of course!” Carly beams. Nakomis Lotus: “Carly is giving…simple.” In a massive black leather coat that covers her entire body with a short pussycat wig, Shayla Moon walks into the werkroom. “For this magic trick, I will transform…” Shayla drops the coat to reveal a tight silver two-piece lingerie look, with a moon motif and tons of little moon pins pinned all over the garment. “Into a slut!” Carly and Nakomis both look excited. Francesca nods. Anne is eating an eclair. Shayla Moon: “Moon Powers Activate!” Shayla poses. “I am Shayla Moon, Florida’s finest anime whore.” Shayla has a big grin. “I grew up enamored by those magical girls and their transformations in anime. Now, when I found drag- I realized I could become one of those magical girls… and take her to a leather party.” Shayla chuckles. “This is hot.” Carly smiles. “Like-“ Suddenly, Carly slips onto the bouquet of roses, falling right on her ass. “Oh GOD!” Shayla says. “Oh my God! Are you okay?” “Second time!” Carly yells and laughs. “I can deal with this!” “I got you, I got you.” Shayla helps Carly up, bending over and showing her large and barely covered butt. “Holy…” Nakomis eyes bulge. “Oh!” Shayla flushes, then poses coyly for Nakomis. “You like that? All-natural, baby.” Shayla Moon: “I enjoy my craft, and am quite confident in it. I know how to design to my proportions and of course, love to show off the body- but like, I like being a whore for a reason. Big girls don’t always get seen as sex symbols and I’m all about changing that narrative. A whore with feelings!” “How did that get there?” Francesca picks up the bouquet that Carly slipped on. Anne smiles. HerShe Kiss walks into the werkroom wearing a striped pink corset with matching lingerie undergarments and stockings. The top of her corset forms a heart with white ostrich feathers along the rim over her chest. She opens up the heart, revealing a box of chocolates inside, then takes one and smothers it all over her mouth as if it’s a messy lipstick. “Kiss me, Kiss Me….” She repeats. “Not another slut!” Nakomis yells. “More skanks the merrier!” Shayla smiles. HerShe Kiss: “I know, it’s a lot to take in, isn’t it? This beauty, oh…” HerShe fans herself with a proud grin. “I am HerShe Kiss, and I am your gorgeous drag supermodel.” HerShe adjusts herself, sitting tall. “And I am your first Pit Crew member… going for the drag crown!” “You look familiar…” Nakomis looks over at HerShe. “A fan already! Yeah, this isn't my first time strutting in the werkroom.” HerShe winks. HerShe Kiss: “Looks are first and foremost, my core of drag. I want to be a visual spectacle. I want you to see me and think: wow, she’s HOT.” “You’re hot.” Shayla grins. “Thank you! You too, baby!” HerShe smiles. “HerShe Kiss.” “PIT CREW!” Nakomis yells. “Sure am.” HerShe smiles. “Formerly, because now, that would be a conflict of interest.” Francesca La Fataliá: “Sure. Because it’s definitely not a conflict of interest for the judges to already all know and have a relationship with you. Okay. Sure.” “What’s a conflict of int-“ Carly nods. “Oh, duh.” “That’s so shocking.” Nakomis smiles. “Like woah, we have a pit crew member competing! That’s almost like if Julie just hopped onto Season 17, hah!” “What?” HerShe laughs, offering Nakomis, Carly, and Shayla chocolates from the box in her outfit. Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am not impressed by HerShe’s look. Loose threads it’s having like. Messy reveal.” HerShe smiles. “Sure feels weird being on the other side.” A long white carpet with yellow polka dots rolls out into the werkroom from the entrance. In a massive white and yellow polka dot dress, coat and matching umbrella, her face painted with the same white and yellow dots, and her wig…matching the same white and yellow...Mrs. Vicki Anderson enters the werkroom, a huge grin upon her face. “Dots going on?” Shayla and Carly burst into laughter. Mrs. Vicki Anderson: “Oh hello hello hello!” Vicki waves. “It’s me, your gay uncle! Mrs Vicki Anderson!” Vicki cackles. “I am representing your local drag, and proudly so!” “Camp Queen.” Anne rolls her eyes, looking at Vicki. Anne Dior Kashaut: “This kind of drag is outdated. And did you notice, she has that sort of HORRID wig on?” Vicki adjusts her wig. Mrs Vicki Anderson: “Drag is the ultimate expression of fabulousness for me. I love it- the ability to dress up, have fun and let people enjoy the show! I am a Queen for all ages. In North Dakota, there aren’t all that many places where someone like me can perform, so my drag is for everyone, and I want everyone to feel welcome and proud to do drag and enjoy the world that is my silly little drag.” “This is such a cute concept.” Shayla smiles. “What’s your name?” “Well, I’m Mrs Vicki Anderson, and I love drag. I'm 40 years old and excited!” Vicki cheers. “Wow, we have some GRANDMOTHERS here.” HerShe says with a smirk. “Let’s not be saying that. We have some babies too.” Francesca looks at HerShe coolly, filling her nails. HerShe looks scared for a moment, then laughs. “I’m just a drag mom.” Vicki smiles. “Not a grandma yet! The scene in North Dakota is pretty small.” “Ohhhh you’re a Big Sky kinda girl…” Nakomis nods thoughtfully. “Sure thing! She’s my neighbor!” Vicki chortles. Anne Dior Kashaut: “Isn’t this a modern competition? Searching for the next Drag Superstar? I’m not super trying to go back in time right now.” It’s Drag Time! Chronologica steps into the werkroom, and everyone nods, excitedly. Nakomis Lotus: “As we can tell, the clothes and items are ALREADY here. Split premiere, season 3, episode 1 and 2, IF you watched the show!” Carly Shay Jepsen: “What the fuck is a split premiere? Do they even have bananas at the movie theater?” … Carly Shay Jepsen: “Oh, I prefer a two-parter, hey! Sure!” Hello, racers! I’m thrilled to welcome you to the slaaaaaytastic Season 6 of Chronologica’s Drag Race! Here, you’ll be competing for the chance to win a spectacular crown and scepter from Moxie Maniac jewels, plus an extra-special grand prize of $100,000. “No prize increase this time around?!” Nakomis jokes. The others look on. One of you could become the next Drag Superstar… or, you could lose against one of the competitors who entered the FIRST time around. All I can say is this- we’ve already had a lip sync, and it’s going to be an interesting journey seeing where we go from there. Francesca La Fataliá: “I note the interesting wording. For some, the words lip sync may elicit fear, but to me, it doesn’t. I am a drag Queen, and I love to lip sync. Of course.” For your very first challenge, you’re proving your worth in a premiere talent show. Show us what your special talent is, and how it’s a reflection of YOUR brand, first and FOREMOST. Good luck! And don’t fuck it up! Mrs. Vicki Anderson: “For me, drag is so fun. It is so entertaining and most of all, my drag is something I can do. Only me! Because everyone is talented, everyone is exciting in their own unique ways. A talent show is a fabulous way to show it off.” ~ The racers begin to de-drag and start looking at each other, preparing for each other’s station to be determined. Shayla Moon: “Now, I am proudly in a relationship with two of the hottest, most kind men in the world, but I’m also an ethical skank, so of course, when we begin de-dragging, I start looking.” “Oh, Ms. Anne…” Shayla whispers to Carly. “Kinda a twunk?” Anne picks up both her suitcases at once, her muscles on show as Shayla begins to fan herself. “…Can I come join your station?” Nakomis looks over at Anne, as Anne shakes her head. “Bonjour. Oui, en supposant que vous compreniez le français?. If not, farewell?” Anne smiles. “…I don’t speak French.” Nakomis looks at Anne. “Oui, vous êtes inutile.” Anne laughs, looking deadpan at Nakomis. Nakomis’ face goes blank. Anne Dior Kashaut: “English is not my first language I speak. It is also a very ugly language. If there were to be a Drag Race in Luxembourg, I would win that, but instead I am here, speaking in the tongue of a rat. Bleh.” “Nakomis, girl, come with me!” HerShe waves Nakomis over. Nakomis nods, running over, as Anne pulls out tape blocking her section. “Okay, I get the hot twunk thing, but I also don’t TRUST a twunk.” Carly says. “They’re… suspicious. This one gives a cursed, demonic energy.” Anne smiles, looking at a picture of herself that she has put on the wall- a calendar with her face on it, and the current date, the words ’WIN’ on it. “Yeah, I do prefer a fem queen, often enough.” Shayla ponders. “But also, you with those glasses?” “ME?!” Carly gasps. Shayla Moon: “I’d definitely make out with Carly.” “You’re cute as hell!” Shayla says, looking over. “And then there’s…” The two stare at HerShe, who’s taken her top off. “Jesus Christ.” Carly gasps. “I am a bit nervous about not being able to keep up with my lifting…” HerShe says to Nakomis, who’s also staring at HerShe’s bare chest. “Yeah, totally, like…” Nakomis nods, trailing off. “I just really value the gym. For me, it’s part of the persona, in and out of drag.” HerShe nods. “HerShe and Max.” “Yeah….” Nakomis nods. … “Yeahhhhhh I want to make out with everyone.” Shayla says to Carly. “I don’t know about you, but what I want to do is win, man!” Carly jokes, and the two laugh. “Win the crown, win a thousand hearts…can’t I do it all?” Shayla winks. Carly Shay Jepsen: “Love love LOVE Shayla. Amazing energy. Like, the other girls are cool and all, but this bitch is FUN. And I’m fun! We’re gonna get along great.” … “I feel a lot of THIRST in the air.” Vicki smiles, looking at Francesca. “Certainly a lot of staring.” Francesca adds, irritated. “I don’t know if I’m quite as pretty as the others-“ “Pretty doesn’t grab a crown or title.” Francesca says. “My family certainly isn’t a bunch of children. It’s talent.” “I think these kids have talent too!” Vicki grins. Francesca purses her lips. “That remains to be seen.” ~ Chronologica goes to visit the racers. HerShe Kiss! What a twist it is seeing YOU here. “Doesn’t it feel RIGHT, though?” HerShe smiles, chuckling in a playful manner and throwing her long, flowing boy locks over her shoulder, in a flounce like she’s done it 1000s of times before. It feels like a grand opportunity to me. HerShe smiles. Tell me, what is your talent show? “I’ll be doing a sexy, hot STRIPTEASE.” HerShe smiles. I kinda expected that! “Oh, yay!” HerShe winks. “You know me well.” Not necessarily a good thing. HerShe looks at Chronologica with a nod, as Anne appears to start listening in. Not a bad thing either, but I do want to understand. Why this? How does this reflect your drag? “It’s hot, it’s about sex appeal and fun, and you’re going to want to eat me all up. Just like a chocolate HerShe Kiss.” HerShe smiles. Well, this is a great opportunity to see you do you. I’m looking forward to that. HerShe nods. Anne Dior Kashaut: “Let me tell all of you dumb Americans on the television THIS: your chocolate? Is HORRIBLE.” “I think that went well.” HerShe says to Nakomis, who snaps her fingers excitedly. Anne Dior Kashaut: “I’m from Luxembourg. We are not the masters of chocolate, either. I can tell you that, the title belongs to the Swiss.” “Well, we love to hear that…” Nakomis smiles. “Edit in your favor…” Anne Dior Kashaut: “But the issue with American chocolate is this problem.” Anne looks into the camera, taking out a Hershey's chocolate bar. Anne raises the chocolate bar to the camera. Anne Dior Kashaut: “Look at this chocolate. So AMERICAN.” Anne swirls the bar around. Anne Dior Kashaut: “A typical reflection of the American values. A marketing focused object. The chocolate bar is simple, has been like this for years, you know? It is the American Hershey brand. They all love it. But it’s far too sweet.” Anne shakes her head. Anne Dior Kashaut: “The issue: the chocolate is overly sweet. It’s not designed for a sophisticated palate. It is not designed to elicit complex feelings. It is mass produced and it is EASY. And HerShe Kiss?” Anne scoffs. “I do hot drag. I’m going to showcase the body.” HerShe smiles. “Point blank.” Anne Dior Kashaut: “Mass-produced, generic-brand American chocolate. She’s nothing of style, she’s nothing of taste, she’s not for me. She’s easy. And easy takes you nowhere.” Anne squashes the Hershey’s chocolate bar, and throws it behind herself. … Hi, Shayla! Love the crop top. Shayla shimmies, stretching to show off their Sailor Moon crop tee. Anne Dior Kashaut: “I can’t look. What is she wearing?” Shayla Moon: “I’m not shy about my body, and I’m not shy about being a blerd. You’re getting what you’re getting, 100% of it.” Tell me, how do you feel about the talent show? “I am a perfectionist.” Shayla smiles. Good or bad thing? “Good, mostly. In this case, certainly. Because I really do think my talent is going to be fantastic, because I have planned, prepared and thought it through a thousand and three times, and come to THIS conclusion.” Not a thousand, but a thousand and 3? “Yes. I am an anxious mess.” Shayla winks. “My ass is fat, but so is my desire for validation and my need to perform well.” Chronologica chuckles. Tell me, what’s this talent? “I’m going to need you to stay with me, okay?” Shayla looks at Chronologica. Sure. “A lip sync to bad romance.” Shayla starts. Simple. “I have a Rabbit.” A bunny? “The… toy.” Shayla smirks. OH, that kind! “Yes. Who doesn’t love a toy?” True. Shayla smiles. “This is a malfunctioning toy.” Oh dear- what happened? Shayla makes a cute pouty face. “Overuse.” Chronologica laughs. “Whilst I lip sync, I’m dismantling this thing, and remaking it. Dancing around stage while I’m rewiring its pieces and adding some new special tricks. And then obviously it gets fixed at the end, and well…” Shayla sticks her tongue out. How does this represent… you? “I'm an engineer out of drag. I love a magical girl. I’m obsessed with the transformation story, the level-up, the design of it all…and my brand is fundamentally cheeky, sexy, cute. . It’s all of that.” I’ll admit- it’s nothing I’ve seen before. BUT… I want to see how you do it. Shayla grins. “Get ready!” Shayla Moon: “I know I am doing something off-kilter. But that’s me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” … Hello, Nakomis. “Chronologica, I cannot believe I am here. This is the werkroom moment, you getting to chat to me about what I’m doing this week!” Nakomis says excitedly. Anne Dior Kashaut: “Nakomis is annoying. And also far too transparent about their perspectives. Too many cards she is having on the table.” Well, you’re here. So ground yourself in this moment and enjoy it. Nakomis closes her eyes and smiles, a single tear rolling down her face. …Are you crying? “It’s just SO good.” Nakomis laughs. Okay, tell me, tell me, what is your talent show? “A comedy set about my failed love life.” Nakomis nods. Oh, wow, someone did comedy last week, and they were in the bottom! Nakomis Lotus: “ALARM BELLS!” “Oh, well I don’t plan to be.” Nakomis smiles. Tell me, do you host? “I do, I’ve done it as part of my talent circuit in the pageant scene.” Nakomis nods. Okay… Okay… Nakomis smiles. And how does this represent Nakomis Lotus? “Lotus is part of my heritage–it’s beauty–and Nakomis is my favorite reality tv contestant. She’s real, and tv has taught me a lot, including playing it comedic. Having the jokes is always good for your edit. So I am doing that.” Then why don’t you do the stand-up about that? Reality television? It seems like that’s more core to who you are as an artist. “You raise good….points.” Nakomis nods. “Maybe so…” Think about it, Nakomis. Best of luck! ~ The next day, the racers get ready for the main stage. Nakomis is sitting on her own, writing new notes. “…Nakomis, you’re writing. A bit late?” Anne smiles, already fully dressed. “Chronologica kinda suggested to shift shit up. So, I’m writing a new set.” Nakomis says. “Whole different concept.” “Interesting.” Anne ponders. “You’ve seen the show, I believe?” “Of course I have!” Nakomis says with a loud bark. “We know it doesn’t always work changing, last minute. Have you considered perhaps…” Anne stops herself. “Considered what?” Nakomis raises an eyebrow. “I’ve honestly come here to win- I am quite focused on that, to be transparent, and I don’t really care for helping, but I’d suggest actually COMBINING concepts. That’s what I’d do.” Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am, actively making sure she does badly.” “That- listening to Chronologica, AND doing your own thing- wildly enough, I don’t know if it’s been done before?” Nakomis shakes her head, pondering. “It hasn’t. Maybe…” Anne Dior Kashaut: “If she does both, to me, she’ll fail to do EITHER section well. And that’s to my detriment, to aid my likelihood of being in the top. And honestly, she does likely know things that could be useful, so maybe her going early helps.” Anne smiles. “Yeah. I’m going to do that.” Nakomis grins. “So, I feel like, Vicki- Francesca, I didn’t really hear about your talents!” Carly grins, as they start to drag-up. “I’ve heard Shayla’s-“ “I’m excited.” Shayla smiles. “…Are you wearing flared jeans for the talent show?” Francesca asks. “Well, yes!” Carly nods. “…I am doing something that’s near and dear to my heart.” Vicki smiles. “Singing.” “Oh, fuck yeah, I’m a singer too!” Carly cheers. “Oh, lovely!” Vicki smiles. “I’m certainly not.” Francesca continues to paint her face. “For me, I’ve always wanted to be on Broadway. I tried, but I just- I have a lovely grandmother, who’s cared for me since I was 6.” Vicki starts. “Oh…” Carly smiles. “My mother- my birth mother, she was addicted to all kinds of things, so grandma Vicki raised me. She inspired me- and obviously is one of my namesakes. But when I hit 18, she got sick. I realized I couldn’t go to that big city, the Big Apple…” The others nod sadly. “I had to instead care for her. But, at the same time- I found drag. I found I could take up those singer dreams in a little persona.” Vicki’s eyes light up. “Grandma Vicki didn’t always understand everything I was doing, but she always supported me. Even in little old Jamestown.” “So sweet.” HerShe smiles absentmindedly. “I really found I didn’t need to go to New York, in the end. Sure, my audiences are smaller, but since they don’t see drag very often, it’s a big deal. Art in the little small places matters so, so, SO much, maybe even more. Nakomis, you get it, right?” Vicki smiles. Nakomis looks surprised, looking up from her notes nervously. “Huh?” Vicki looks apologetic. “Coming from Oklahoma, I mean.” Nakomis nods. “Oh, yeah.” She goes back to writing. Nakomis Lotus: “Aghhhh I really want to engage–I know being in conversations like this is how I start building alliances! But I need to make sure I don’t go home, first!” “I totally get what you mean, though, Vicki.” Carly speaks up. “I didn’t really have any of those problems because I was so successful getting gigs right off the bat, but I bet it would be really hard to do drag somewhere so backwater!” Shayla Moon: “Oh…Carly…that’s not…” Shayla laughs. Vicki laughs. “I don’t know if you understood exactly–” “I’m giving this popstar sensation rave performance just because I know it’s what the girls at home in the middle of nowhere need to see!” Carly smiles broadly. “Singing, dancing, glow-lights, flashy denim, like, everyone loves a tv-girlie all grown up!” Anne Dior Kashaut: “Everyone? No.” “I mean! Chronologica said we’re supposed to do a talent that shows off our best skills and lines up with our brand! So that’s what I’m doing!” Carly chuckles, twirling around with a smile. “Me too, Carly.” Vicki shakes her head, chuckling. Francesca La Fataliá: “Carly is obviously a little stupid, yeah…but there’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. The same can’t be said for these so-called ‘pageant girls.’” Francesca purses her lips. “My performance is a full giallo spectacle. Reveals upon reveals, horror thrills upon thrills, dark mysteries and surprises, and of course, a lip sync. La gialla femina–best believe it will be enjoyed.” “Do you think that it is perhaps a bit…predictable?” Anne asks, trying to play innocent. “Predictable?” Francesca’s tone curls in irritation. “Well, quite, yes. I personally am known for being fantastically pretty, but I am not just parading around my body and how pretty I am. I will work to be the surprise in the talent show. Taking advantage of my natural talents, and twisting them into something new.” Anne smiles haughtily. Francesca seethes. “You think my horror reveal performance won’t surprise?” Anne Dior Kashaut: “Now. Italian chocolate is a different type of story. Bitter, truffley, over-flavor, nutty. It lingers in the mouth, even when you do not want it. Little bits of powder get all over and everywhere.” HerShe applies her blush, puffing her lips as she looks in the mirror, while Francesca glares at Anne with an icy expression. Anne shrugs. “I just mean that it is exactly what everyone would think you would be doing.” Anne Dior Kashaut: “The good thing about a Hershey’s bar of chocolate is that it is essentially harmless. It is not biting enough to do anything to anyone too bad, and you can throw it away, and not have a problem. An Italian chocolate, however…Amadei? Caffarel? Domori?” “You’re so funny, Anne.” Francesca says, gritting her teeth. “What is giallo, may I ask?” Shayla looks over, as Francesca’s face suddenly softens. “I am not the most pop culture-oriented.” “That’s crazy, because I look at you, and think ANIME!” Carly grins. “I know anime, but I don’t know much else, honestly.” Shayla shrugs. “Giallo means yellow, in Italian. But the real origins of it for me are the murder mysteries- Italian horror movies. My brother was a huge fan- he actually enjoyed it in its heyday, the… 70s.” “Old.” Anne whispers. “They are shocking horror movies–blood, gore and guts. But beyond it, the main theme lies in going beyond the Anglo-American taxonomic boring imaginary.” Francesca shrugs. “What’s that-” Carly raises an eyebrow. “...Mean?” “It’s not the typical-” Francesca contorts her mouth. “American horror moment!!!” She speaks in an faux American accent. “It’s about the confusing genre mix. It is hard to understand, it is inaccessible, it is terrifying…” “I love that.” Shayla smiles. “Orgasma, blood and black lace, paranoia…” Francesca speaks with passion in her voice. “And I believe I can do so much with this in my drag. For me, the idea of transformation into a dark, alternative form of drag- something art, something confusing, exciting and bloody… that’s my drag. And for this BRANDING challenge-” Francesca looks at Anne. “It is the perfect choice I believe. It’s my talent.” Shayla Moon: “I can’t believe that Francesca… is such a damn nerd like me!” Shayla laughs. “What did you say?” Anne eyes Francesca, looking over. “I said…” Francesca looks straight at Anne. “I’m going to slaughter you.” Anne Dior Kashaut: “So… the real thing is, Italian chocolate is going to kill your dog, in thirty minutes.” An alarm sounds, announcing it’s time for the talent show to begin. Carly and Shayla whoop with enthusiasm. Vicki rubs her hands together eagerly. HerShe dabs a bit more blush onto her nose. Nakomis looks up from her notes, gasping in surprise. Anne smirks. Anne Dior Kashaut: “In the worst case scenario, I know my dog will not be the one dying today.” ~ Stats Voting Spreadsheet |
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