The MCR World Contamination Tour London Show Virtual Experience

[ladyfoxxx]

Okay, so that here's that recap I promised y'all. I didn't mean for it to get quite so long and multimedia based, but I ended up taking a shitload of video because I couldn't take stills so it's more of a viewing experience than a recap. Pour yourself a drink and settle in. I know everyone's already seen everything from other people's videos but

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[kopperblaze]

As it was the second suspect, one Mikey Way, was hiding under the bed together with the pleather pants. His attempts to pull on the pants over his fighting boots had failed, though. This made Mikeyway very sad because they were Gee's pleather pants. They were awesome.

Later nobody would be able to tell who did shriek in horror when Frank approached - Mikey or the pants. They both scoot as far as possible away from Frank though. Mikey has heard terrible tales about what happens to people in the bath. Gerard told him all about it. Mikey is not going to risk his life, thank you very much.

It's only when Frank flashes him a grin that Mikey realises the one big flaw in his plan. Frank has his mobile phone. A screams starts to build up in the back of his throat.

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

Mikey hates Frank. His fingers are itching though. He needs his phone. He could have a missed text from Pete!

Squaring his shoulders Mikey decides to face his destiny. He can do karate, he can totally fight whatever is waiting for him in the bathroom.

[aneas]

"Don't you want to be clean, Mikey?" Frank tries.

"NO!" There's a big, big armchair between Frank and Mikey, and Mikey is totally going to use it to keep Frank and his vile cleaning wiles away from him, thank you very much. "The water is like, wet! And the bathroom is muggy and smells weird, all girly and stuff!"

Frank just waves the phone, and Mikey follows the movement of his hand, pupils dilated. His fingers itch with the urge of taking it back, and he has to bite his lip. He feints, trying to force Frank into the corner, but Frank is evil, and doesn't fall for it.

"Oh, I think your phone just beeped, dude! I wonder who sent you a message," he smirks. Mikey whimpers.

That's why he doesn't notice the large figure behind the door, clad head to toe in a fisherman raincoat. A rather violent shade of yellow raincoat, that Mikey would have totally noticed if he wasn't under extreme psychological duress at that moment. He was apart from his phone, okay? It was like, like being apart from your daemon! Or from your light-saber! He's useless without his phone.

"I've got him!" The figure says, and Mikey relaxes, because that's Ray voice, thank God, for a moment he thought he was going to be hooked a la "I know what you did last summer", and everybody knows the blonde chick died first.

"Perfect,"Frank says, and he signals the bathroom with his head. He even rubs his hands, like a tiny evil overlord. He's going to rule the world for sure, Mikey thinks while Ray carries him inside. And his first order is going to be mandatory daily showers, and the compulsory use of deodorant at all times. It's going to be a very, very aseptic and cold world. And it's going to smell like flowers.

He shudders. And then he has to shriek, because Gerard just finished his shower, and he's all pink and wet in the middle of the bathroom, smiling while he plays with Frank's gun in front of the mirror. The pink of his skin clashes horribly with the red of his hair.

When Frank shows him the sponge, Mikey whimpers again.

[kopperblaze]

Mikey's past experiences with sponges haven't been pleasant. They're rough and they hurt and they make you pink. Pink like Gerard. Pink like Spiderpig. Maybe he could just quickly hop under the spray of the shower for 30 seconds? Frank probably wouldn't accept that. Frank is evil. As is Ray.

"I trusted you," Mikey says to the yellow raincoat that has eaten Ray. And Ray's hair. Mikey is impressed, though he won't admit it. The yellow raincoat shrugs. "Sorry, dude."

Mikey sighs before his eyes dart through the room, mapping out possible escape routes. "I febreezed myself the other day," he offers in a hopeful voice, edging closer to Frank and stretching his hand out with a wild gleam in his eyes. It's a little like Gollum trying to grab the ring. Only, Mikey's phone has a lot more functions than the stupid ring.

"You've been febreezing yourself for weeks. It's enough."

Frank has no appreciation for Febreeze. It's sad. "Gee," Mikey whines, but his brother is still busy with the toy gun. Traitor.

"C'mon Mikey, it's not gonna be that bad," Ray tries in his most sympathetic voice. He's got no idea at all how bad this is going to be. Mikey is practically allergic to water.

[ladyfoxxx]

AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA.

PINK LIKE SPIDERPIG.

HE FERBREEZED HIMSELF.

You are completely insane and I love you. HOLY SHIT.

[kopperblaze]

didn't you know, febreeze is the way version of a shower! much quicker and...almost as efficient. i wonder how many layers of febreeze are on their shirts by now...

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[ladyfoxxx]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA.

You guys are so freaking insane. I love this.

When Frank shows him the sponge, Mikey whimpers again.

THIS.