Just as he was last year, Mark is sitting in the mainroom with his projector. A white sheet is set up on the wall and there are chairs set out for people to sit and watch, if they want. His movie on the AIDS epidemic in New York is playing, and Mark forces himself to watch as one by one his friends appear on film. It reminds him how lucky he is ( Read more... )

Hedwig’s first concert as a man had gone much smoother than he’d thought it would. After over a decade of dressing as a woman and performing in drag, it was strangely freeing to sing on stage and dance around in nothing but his pale skin and a pair of black boxer briefs. He’d fed off of the audience’s encouragement for the whole night, hamming it ( Read more... )

 
[Enter Krystal Nacht, the Last Jewess of the Balkans.]

His birth name is Yitzhak, but today, he is Krystal Nacht, the drag queen jewess whos eyes sparkled with bright blue glitter.  Dressed for her recent acquisition of the part of Angel Dumott Schunard, black bobbed wig, striped tights, mini-skirt and all, Krystal glanced curiously around her new ( Read more... )

Not only is it Valentine's Day, but it is also someone's thirteenth birthday. Ernst has set up a table with brownies and cupcakes (with pink frosting) and other such goodies. Hanging above the table was a large (pink) banner that said HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIVE!!! Ernst himself is fussing with napkins and plates and things, trying to make sure everything ( Read more... )

And with more than a little ceremony, the next new arrival strides onto the deck. She's pretty and knows it and she walks with a confident swagger as she casts her head upwards, her hair cascading back along her dramatic red gown.

"Won't someone assist me?"

Typist: *bandwagon yay* Musetta from La Bohéme

And here is a man in his early thirties, feeling as dejected as he looks.  His chin is covered with a dark, fine stubble, his hair mussed.  He's not all dressed to impress, wearing a long drab brown coat, and equally drab scarf and fingerless gloves.  His fingers, which are red with cold, are clutching a few papers tightly.  And only just now does ( Read more... )

It was just another day, really. He said his goodbyes to Alison in the morning, headed off to work in his Range Rover, and tried to call Mimi. He really hadn't heard from her since Angel's funeral, and while it wasn't entirely unsurprising to find Mimi had skipped off on him -- well, to be honest he was a little worried. He wanted to think that she ( Read more... )

Armand is relieved that Jehan promised to look after him for the next few days. Louis seemed so concerned about it. He's shaky and tired yet, and perhaps his reflection is a little pale, but Armand feels happy and proud. He helped Louis, though he fears he'll not be able to give such help often.

He settles into the lounge with a big armchair, ( Read more... )

In honour of World AIDS Day, Mark has set up his projector and is showing, all day long, a movie he'd made a few years back about the AIDS epidemic in New York City. It wasn't widely well recieved, generally panned for being 'too honest'. Most critics said no one wanted to watch people dying onscreen ( Read more... )

The ballroom (because where else would those parties be held?) is lovingly decorated with black and orange crêpe paper, black and orange twinkle lights, pumpkin lanterns, hanging bats and skeletons, and all the tables are covered with black table clothes. On the tables with the black table clothes, there are all sorts of Halloween-y pastries and ( Read more... )