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Tweak says, "This IS music!"

disappearedmods (disappearedmods) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-05-28 18:06:00

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idol

Changed my mind. IDOL EVENT.
WHO: The whole school!
WHAT: Kickoff of the idol event!
WHERE: The Auditorium!
WHEN: Last Period!
WHY: Because there can be only one!

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WAITING FOR THE CURTAIN TO COME UP

apathyisboring
2010-05-28 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Class 1-B always had the best seats for any school presentation - front and centre. This was partially because it made the most numerical sense to put 1-B there, and partially because Kiriko had persuasively made that argument to the planning committee earlier in the year when a career fair she'd been interested in had passed through. She'd grabbed a spot in the second row and was settling into her seat now, glancing back to see 2-B filing in behind her. She already had a headcount of absent parties for her class and was doing much the same for the class now seating themselves behind her.

She turned back to look at the drawn curtains and rested her chin on her palm, the tiniest of smirks creeping across her lips.

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Re: WAITING FOR THE CURTAIN TO COME UP

sadoubudakara
2010-05-29 06:07 am UTC (link)

Kajiko sat herself in with class 1-B. Oh, it was obvious that she wasn't in that class and therefore should've been with the rest of class 3-B. However, Kajiko knew that Gendou would be in this farce of a competition, and she had gone through all the trouble to secretly sign him up just for the purpose of watching him humiliate himself like the fool he was. No way in hell was she not going to have the perfect front row seating for that glorious moment.

Besides, nobody was going to call her of all people out on it. Having a reputation, however unfounded, for being a vindictive diabolical evil genius had its perks, after all, and it wasn't like she was skipping it outright. She was just... commandeering better seating.

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	Re: WAITING FOR THE CURTAIN TO COME UP apathyisboring 2010-05-29 06:19 pm UTC (link)
	Kiriko noticed. Kajiko was right next to Kojima on her list of people not to screw around with, and while she didn't have her eye out for any snakes in the grass, Kajiko was practically right in front of her. Kiriko lifted a brow. "Yamaguchi-san? Don't you belong somewhere in the back?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: WAITING FOR THE CURTAIN TO COME UP

sadoubudakara
2010-05-31 02:05 am UTC (link)

"Ikeda-san," Kajiko regarded Kiriko coolly. Truth be told she hadn't quite expected Kiriko to speak up, but at the same time she wasn't really surprised about it either. What was, was. She turned back to face the first year.

"Yes, it's true that 3-B's supposed to be a ways back. I figured though, that I should make myself easy to see for Sakuraba. She's, sadly, in this against her will, so the least I could do for the next-in-line for my position is show my support, wouldn't you agree?"

Kajiko made a quick glance around before continuing, "Besides, since it seems your class has some... truants, I'm sure it doesn't matter much if I take one of those vacancies."

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daioujou
2010-05-28 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Kouchisei entered the auditorum with his class, and doing so meant he'd recognised that his reaction to this contest was a sign that his life had changed. Oh, he thought encouraging such behaviour was stupid. Dangerous, even. He'd told others they'd look stupid, but he was willing to understand that other people made their choices. He just wasn't prepared to clean up after most of them.

He'd been seated behind 1-B, and as he put his bag underneath his chair he wondered if he could read once they put out the lights. His hands removed themselves from his lap, but he thought twice of taking anything out of that satchel.

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ohkojima
2010-05-29 06:29 am UTC (link)

For the time being, Norio had decided to sit with his own class. 2-B did have a pretty good view of the stage, and a good view would mean good reporting for the promotionals. An over-hyped description of an on-stage performance was perfect to sell to the fangirls and boys.

But until the performance started, he'd just have to wait. As it was, he sat next to Kou, and noticed him out of the corner of one sly eye.

"Hmm, Oubai-kun... Shirking your duty? I know you make a fuss of not liking things like this... but it is an officially sanctioned school event, paid for with school money. I think it'd only be fair to give the performers a little more time and effort, huh?"

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daioujou
2010-05-29 05:17 pm UTC (link)

There had been times Kouchisei had bristled at the sudden and oft-rude approaches people made. He liked them to come from ahead, and having them in view always meant he knew where he stood and that he could escape.

Sitting down next to that made it harder - he hadn't factored in how Norio could be exceedingly stupid.

"I am here. I am waiting. What is the problem?"

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ohkojima
2010-05-29 05:26 pm UTC (link)

Norio smiled, and the air around him seemed to drop twenty degrees.

"Looks like you were going for your books. You think this is really the time to study, huh? If you really wanted to show the spirit of a Nanakamado student, you'd be a little more interested in the actual competition, don't you think?"

This set him to fingering the edge of his notebook, the starting place of upcoming promotionals, and the top of a pile of preview magazines that he intended to pass out. The ones with him were the leftovers.

"But, then again, who am I to judge? What you do with your honor is your own business."

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daioujou
2010-05-29 05:38 pm UTC (link)

"It would be hard in the dark," said Kou.

He saw movement in the corner of his right eye, and caught Norio fretting over his notebook. "All these people are fighting for is a bit of coloured ribbon. I see you observe honour from a distance, since you seem to misunderstand it. I don't mind."

He focused his attention on the backs of heads in front of him, and then over them at the stage. He clearly didn't feel threatened.

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ohkojima
2010-05-29 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Noriko's cold smile softened into an amused grin. "Suit yourself."

Hands came off the notebook, and he leaned back in his chair. "Is it hard, trying to live seven decades in the past? Your idea of culture is laughably outdated, and useless, barring that you get yourself a time machine. Competitions like this... they're the heart and soul of today's Japan. You should get used to that."

Now he was focused on Kouchisei. This was far more interesting than waiting for the idols.

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daioujou
2010-05-29 06:04 pm UTC (link)

What Norio had earned was to be ignored. What Kouchisei saw this idol contest as was the narrowing of the mind and the spirit. The idea this culture, with its technology and progress, multilated the old traditions was an abhorrent one, and people were happy to let it go on. He refused to let any of it blow him off his feet.

All it was, in the end, was enslavement to another nation's culture.

Idiots.

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*~SHOWTIME~*

star_showoff
2010-05-29 01:21 am UTC (link)

People who knew Haruka often commented that if people could actually give off sparkles like in anime, she would. (Whether this was complimentary or not depended very much on the person making the comment.)

Today, she actually did.

It was impossible to tell how many tubes of glitter had been sacrificed for this costume, nor whether there was more glitter than skin showing. Under the colored lights that swirled around the stage, she looked like a very, very shiny rainbow, to the point where the actual dress she wore--a short, simple scarlet affair, with even more sparkles, accompanied by an elaborate array of maroon-and-gold ribbons twined through her hair--was easy to overlook. Her face was adorned with sparkly facepaint in carefully applied patterns.

As full of energy as ever, she'd bounded out onto the stage, microphone in hand, accompanied by an upbeat, jazzy tune that still almost seemed to struggle to keep up with her. Once she'd reached front and center, she did one last bounce, turned it into a graceful spin, and landed in a deep, theatrical bow. Snapping up from it, she enthusiastically waved the hand that wasn't holding the microphone, beaming a million-watt smile.

"Welcome, one and all, to the kickoff of what we hope will become the newest of many traditions carried on by our fine school, the Nanakamado Idol Competition~" A little musical sting accompanied this announcement, which was met with a pleased beam by Haruka. "Today, you'll all be meeting the idols who will be matching their wits and talent for your love and admiration at the culture festival~! All of our contestants today have poured their blood, sweat, and tears, their very hearts and souls into the introductions you'll be seeing today, so please make sure to show your appreciation for all their hard work!"

After leaving a little space for applause, she strolled off towards stage left, extending an arm towards the contestants waiting just offstage. "Without further ado, let's meet our first contestant!"

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Re: *~SHOWTIME~*

kykyoshida
2010-05-29 05:46 am UTC (link)

There was a pause, and a bit of a creaking sound from behind the curtains as Haruka moved off to the side of the stage. After a bit more creaking, the kind of fake smoke you'd see in a low-budget toku series came pouring from the same general area.

Then the curtains pulled open, and a ridiculous scene was revealed. A girl (or so it seemed) in a green, bamboo-patterned hybrid between gothic lolita dress and kimono jacket, was sitting in the crook of a giant crescent moon made of cardboard, duct tape, white paint, and hope. "She" waved to the crowd, before jumping down almost elegantly to the stage. Behind her, the fake moon crashed to the ground, sending out a cloudy wave of fake smoke to envelope the stage, backstage area, and first row or so of seats.

"She" coughed into the microphone, before launching into a loud and telling introduction, complete with posing and twirls.

"Everybody! Lend me your ears!" From the voice and tone alone, it was clearly Kouki. In a dress. And a wig.

"You can call me Mara-chan, lost princess of the planet Pororoca! I have come here to Earth, to tell you of my struggles." At this point, he made a dramatic gesture with one arm, and a low tune began to play in the background.

"There is a dreadful creature known as 'The Apocalulzapus', which threatens to devour my galaxy whole. As the last princess of Pororoca, I alone have the power to defeat him... but not in this form. I need to gather power!" This statement heralded another dramatic gesture, and a small crescendo in the music.

"And this power... can only come from the love of my fans! Therefore, I present myself to you as... MARA-CHAN, THE GALAXY'S DEFENDER OF LOVE AND BEAUTY!"

It was at this point that Kouki began to sing. The bubbly, infectiously happy pop song was not one for a male singer (even a female impersonator), and consequently sounded intensely odd. But the energy and passion was there, and 'Mara-chan' even danced, swaying and twirling to his own insane choreography.

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	Re: ~SHOWTIME~ apathyisboring 2010-05-29 05:51 am UTC (link)
	Her hand had clapped over her mouth completely involuntarily when she realized who it was, but by the time the pop music started, she was practically shoving her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: ~SHOWTIME~ sadoubudakara 2010-05-29 06:13 am UTC (link)
	Kajiko wasn't surprised. From what she'd seen of that idiot's "art", she fully expected something revolutionarily, cosmically stupid out of him... and she got exactly that. She merely yawned and tuned herself out from his "performance", convinced that if she actually paid attention it'd somehow suck the intelligence right out of her brain. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: ~SHOWTIME~ daioujou 2010-05-29 05:44 pm UTC (link)
	Kouchisei didn't know who it was. He just knew the person was stupid. It sounded ridiculous. Like something from that cartoon about people turning into animals. "Idotic shoujou." He couldn't imagine anybody being of sound mind if they willingly got up there and embarassed themselves. He hadn't thought anyone would do it. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Re: *~SHOWTIME~*

the_nadeshiko
2010-05-29 05:33 pm UTC (link)

Kai recognized who it was almost immediately, given that he had made the costume (and was proud as could be of the questionable design). A wide grin spread from ear-to-ear as soon as he saw Kouki, and it did not disappear once throughout the entire performance.

He laughed a few times, bubbly noises just barely concealed by the hand he put over his mouth, but it was more out of infectious happiness both from Kouki's performance and their moment backstage earlier.

"Woo! Go, Mara-chan!" he yelled as loud as he could towards the end of the performance, pumping his arms up in the air to accompany it. He had promised to be Kouki's cheering section, after all.

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Re: *~SHOWTIME~*

brophones
2010-05-29 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Noboru gaped for a moment as Kouki was revealed to be the first contestant, smirked as he began his introduction, laughed his ass off through most of the performance, and then finally buried his face in his hands when Kai decided to make an idiot of himself by actually cheering for the dumb bastard.

It was embarassing just to be here, honestly. But at least he had Toru's performance to look forward to...

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Re: *~SHOWTIME~*

nekketsushounen
2010-06-03 03:16 am UTC (link)

The stage was dark and quiet for a few moments after Kouki's performance, and some sort of behind-the scenes rustling could be heard if one happened to be sitting in the first couple rows. Finally, a truly impressive amount of fake smoke engulfed the stage.

It took a few more seconds before the smoke dispersed enough to see through, and standing there, in the center of the stage, was... someone dressed in a full-body red oni(or something that was probably supposed to be an oni) suit.

The oni-person pointed to himself before posing with his left arm stretched out toward the crowd, and the other extended backward. "I... have arrived!" it shouted, and the voice made it quite apparent that it was Shirou who was on stage.

"Just so you know. I don't pull any punches," Shirou said as he picked up a huge, curved prop sword that matched his outfit's red and black design, "From the very beginning to the very end, it's always a CLIMAX!"

He began to swing the prop sword around in wide arcs, while shouting "My certain-kill attack, Idol version!" as some music started playing. Given the quality(or lack thereof) of the singing that followed, the description was probably a rather apt one. The dance, if it could even be called that, which accompanied the atrociously bad singing consisted mostly of him running back and forth swinging the prop sword around, occasionally stopping to make over-the-top poses.

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	Re: ~SHOWTIME~ apathyisboring 2010-06-03 06:41 pm UTC (link)
	Kiriko reflected that the costume looked much better than the last time she had snuck into the dressing room to take a peek - for one thing, none of the duct tape was showing anymore. (Reply to this) (Parent)

*~ MORE PERFORMANCE ~*

anthesphoria
2010-06-03 03:22 pm UTC (link)

The curtains had come down after the last performance, to give the stage crew (such as it was) a few moments to clear the last performer’s debris (and a few more pieces of Kouki’s cardboard moon that had evaded the first round of cleanup). During that moment of downtime, Kozue slipped out from backstage. Her hair, all of it, was down, and she was dressed in blues and greens—and rocking the miniskirt and Zettai Ryouiki for her idol persona. Whatever it was. She certainly hadn’t been forthcoming with anyone about her plans, save for a few select members of the Tennis Club.

She adjusted the sunglasses (the Kou-Glasses, in fact) that were perched above her brow, holding back part of her hair, and bowed to the audience.

“Hello, everyone! I’m Kondo-chan, and I’ll be performing for you next! Thank you all sooooo much for coming, and enjoying our show!” It didn’t hurt to lay it on a little bit thick; as she rose from the bow, she took what appeared to be a steadying breath. “Before I start, I wanted to take a moment…”

She seemed to get almost emotional for a just a brief second. And she delivered the next lines with real conviction—she had practiced this. “As many of you know, my grandmother passed away recently. I wanted to dedicate this performance to her memory. Granny, wherever you are, I hope you can see me right now.”

Her practice of that speech made it sound sincere. She’d almost never shared her real feelings about her Grandmother, save with her closest friends. And anyone who hadn’t known Kondo Fumiko would think it was a genuine wish, even perhaps a sweet one.

The First Year bowed again, quickly; “Alright, let’s get on with the show!” She turned, and slipped back into the curtains, just as they began to open.

They revealed very little by way of set—and no fake smoke or props or anything particularly spectacular, but they also revealed four other girls, in outfits nearly identical to (and just a little bit less nice than) Kozue’s. It was about half of the Tennis Club. And they were the Kondo-Chan Backup Dancers.

(Possibly circumventing the rules just a tiny bit, Kozue and whined and wheedled until she was allowed the dancers; she had convinced and recruited them with a combination of favors promised, mild blackmail, and introductions to cute boys from other schools. After all, doing something on your own makes you look goofy. Doing something in concert with four other cute girls? Somehow makes it look almost acceptable.)

The music cued up; it was American, and fast, a loud and Miss GooGoo-ish techno/pop, and full of energy. Kozue began singing—in English, with the kind of god-awful pronunciation she usually exhibited in English class, but then again the words made nearly no sense in English anyway—and dancing. And the Kondo-Chan Backup Dancers mimed along; she had made them practice, but that didn’t guarantee perfect unison. And some of them hadn’t anything remotely resembling a concept of pitch or tone.

Kozue herself wasn’t awful; what probably helped was the passion that Kozue obviously brought to the stage. It looked like a love of performance. Passion and energy helped any endeavor (clearly, the previous performer could tell you that.)

It looked like passion. It was something not so far off, either: years and years of bottled up vengeance, now expressed with enthusiasm and choreography. I hope you can see this from hell, you bitch.

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	Re: ~ MORE PERFORMANCE ~ apathyisboring 2010-06-03 06:44 pm UTC (link)
	Kiriko, being in on the joke, grinned wide. A shame Kozue hadn't gone for the full GooGoo getup, but nonetheless, it was easy to picture Granny Kondo flipping in her grave - and also, having very recently had pots 'n' things lobbed at her head, very satisfying. She cupped her hands to her lips and cheered. "Go Kozue!" (Reply to this) (Parent)

wat

checkuptime
2010-06-03 07:39 pm UTC (link)

There is a pause after the previous performance. The curtains rustle, but no one emerges. Eventually, after the auditorium is already abuzz with whispers, the next contestant emerges.

Hana is wearing a blonde, braided wig and a horned helmet (set slightly askew), as well as a cheap plastic breastplate overtop of her nurse's costume. She walks to the centre of the stage, and turns to face the audience, looking out at them. She adjusts her glasses, face set in steely determination, and slowly, lifts her arms.

Ride of the Valkyries starts to blare behind her. A series of makeshift... somethings, probably meant to resemble Valkyries, are wheeled out slowly and choppily behind her as she waits for her vocal cue. And then, in full (and actually not that bad!) operatic tone, she sings:

"My name is Hana
I'm a prima donna
And I know you wanna
Vote for meeeee!"

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LET'S GO, GOTOU

2dbeauty
2010-06-03 11:27 pm UTC (link)

After the metaphorical dust from Hana's performance had settled, the lighting changed again, to something atmospheric and colorful. A vague sound of violins fluttered.

And then he appeared on stage. The first thing that most viewers noticed was the pair of legs. Long, pale, and very visible, thanks to his tall, skinny stature and short shorts, with a pair of long socks to create a zettai ryouiki effect. The next feature was, of course, the cat ears and tail. Well-crafted and black, they matched his hair perfectly.

The third thing that most people noticed was that this mysterious prettyboy was Toru Ishinomori. Once the spotlight focused on him, he smiled shyly at the crowd and raised his microphone.

"H-hey, Nanakamado-nya! I-I'm Gotou-kun, nya!" This was followed by a gulp and a little wave, as well as an amusingly luminous blush.

"Th-this, er, w-well... I... p-please enjoy whatever gifts of happiness I can bring, nya!"

Without further ado, the awkward boy burst into song, a surprisingly unwavering and on-pitch rendition of "Kind Omgel's Skleep," the main theme of Disco Revelations Adventelion. It was a tune that had been practiced through many awkward solo karaoke nights, and perfected while marathonning the series. As long as he kept his eyes shut, he remained on-key and surprisingly not terrible, even beginning to sway a bit with the song.

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Re: LET'S GO, GOTOU

mellow_lellow
2010-06-03 11:49 pm UTC (link)

If people happened to look down towards the edge of the stage they would see the familiar form of Yukizaki Seiko. However, for some reason unknown to most, she was in some kind of catsuit. With ears, and a tail, and large paw gloves, and also she had drawn a little cat face on her face.

However, what people probably would have noticed was how the outfit seemed to be far tighter than it needed to be, and the fact she was jumping up and down and cheering Toru on with great enthusiasm. She was attempting to make him feel less embarrassed about the cat outfit she had persuaded him to wear.

"You can do it Gotou-kun!"

She had also realised, in a deeper, slightly less innocent manner, that if Toru messed up, if she turned to face the audience and jumped up and down enough she could distract them from whatever had happened on stage.

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Re: LET'S GO, GOTOU

brophones
2010-06-05 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Noboru gaped upon realizing who was onstage, and then there was a moment of furious scrabbling to find the camera he'd hidden in his school jacket that morning for just such an occasion.

The camera was new, and worked as promised. It was totally worth begging the money off of his dad for. He could've waited until after the show and bribed the tape away from whatever poor sap had been tasked with taping all the performances, but this way he got a more...personalized version. The first minute or so of the tape was undisguised ogling of Toru's legs.

He had a wide grin on his face the whole performance, for entirely different reasons than Seiko's enthusiasm ("enthusiasm" that he happened to catch on tape once or twice as well, for predictable reasons).

"Let's go Ishinotaku!" he jeered, trying to be loud enough to be heard from his class' section.

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Time to Show off.

bucketofwisdom
2010-06-07 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Standing backstage, and gripping the curtain a certain tall blonde and brattish student council president was in the wings waiting and watching. Dressed in a long cloak he snorted some watching the acts and stared at Toru as the cat boy danced about. Flicking his hair back some and lowering the Elven Tom shades he was wearing he peered at Toru with contempt.

"Who does that boy think he is stealing my spotlight. I'll show him."

Shutting the curtain he walked back to the dressing table and worked on something then put whatever it was under his cloak and waited for his turn. When Toru's cat number was over and the lights were changed yet again. This time to a near blackness. Just then Gendou's boyfriend came on stage looking a bit sheepesh.

"Ah...Good...Good evening all um... Pleased to meet you. ER...I'm Asabi and I'd like to introduce you to your next act. Please enjoy it...and um... I'd suggest people in the front row please move back...Thank you."

He slipped back in and the curtain moved back to show several guys, all blackmailed into this, standing on stage in sexy punk uniforms and Gendou standing with a cape spread backwards on stage. He suddenly spun around to flash the cape open and had on bright metalic skinny jeans a low V'd shirt and black leather vest. When he opene the cape fireworks shot up from the belt he was wearing as he shouted to the crowd.

"Good EVENING Nanakamado!!!!!!! I Your humble student Councile President, will be here to preform for you a delighted rendtion of I'm FAB! So sit back and relax and enjoy the show!!!!"

The music blasted out of the speakers as Gendou started to dance moving his hips to the beat and throwing off the cape and showing off his practiced dance moves. He moonwalked across the stage and in the first lyric pointed out at Kajiko and smirked some as his voice loudly echoed around the room.

He danced around waving his butt, while the back up dancers were doing kicks and other moves that would look better in a Miss Googoo music video. As he slid across the stage looking for Maeko he soon found her and pointed to her as he sang the second lyric and grabbed his crotch thrusting it at her.

Grabbing a fedora hat he danced around the stage sweat covering his shirt and blasting off fire works again and again until the climax where the dancers grouped around him and wrapped their arms around him like some bad caberet dance act. His arms were spread up and he nodded his head as he kept saying, "Who's bad...who's bad...yeah I'm bad...you all know it...oh yeah..."

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