We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out [OPEN sort of]

[jaegermamma]

Characters: Mamma's burlesque troupe, complete with backstage, security, audience, and hecklers.
Content: Mamma Gkika's Hanami Extravaganza~! Wonders to amaze you, sights to intrigue you, and all manner of colorful, brilliant and amazing performances.
Setting: A rented, temporary performance hall just outside the middle of festivities.
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MAKING A FUSS OUTSIDE

[fangofjustice]

"This is the most disgraceful display of boorish filth I have ever had the misfortune of come across! Have you people no shame?! No dignity?!! Why has the festival not shut down this den of debauchery!?!"

... ranted Leo, to just about anyone who would listen. Which, for the most part, was the security stationed at the door.

Normally he would not interfere, would sit in his quarters on the ship and silently judge this show and everyone who came out to see it. But there had been so much advertising for it, so many people talking about it, that he had lost hold of his temper and came out to give them all a piece of his mind.

i'm going to hell in a hand basket

[seraphicure]

If it hadn't been Leo's voice interrupting Estelle from her thoughts, she might've never wandered over. She'd been perfectly content with wandering, admiring all the contests and buying souvenirs where she went. At the sound of not only his voice, but the note of extreme anger in his words, she wandered over in his general direction, wondering what he was even angry about in the first place.

She clutched her paper bag in her hands and edged toward him, barely wary of the person standing guard as security. "Mr. de Alkirk?"

[flight_15]

"Ah, shut up," the security guard started to snap at Leo, folding her arms angrily. "Don't you have anything better to do than hang around here and b--"

Shit.

SHIT.

The annoying MC guy from the cooking contest? Ichigo could deal with. He didn't know Ichigo well enough to recognize him.

Estelle was a completely different story. Ichigo's prettily painted jaw dropped.

If she recognizes me, Ichigo thought fiercely, I am going to murder Gintoki.

Yes, it was Gintoki's fault that Ichigo was now in this situation. A part of Ichigo's innocence was gone forever. He'd agreed to security -- at least, he'd thought he had. What he hadn't known was that Gintoki was not doing security

[fangofjustice]

Leo, of course, was completely fooled. "Now see here, madam! I will not be brushed aside so easily!"

But his ears perked slightly at the mention of his name, and he dropped his indignant expression to turn around and reply.

"Er... yes? Can I help you, miss?" Had he met this young lady before? Not to his recollection.

SECURITY - PIP AND PRIME

[coyotealpha]

Pip couldn't help but sigh at what he was seeing (even if it was going to be interesting, and he did like these kind of things); the only fact that remained was that he was up with duty now and thus had to mostly be all duty-like as much as he did want to see (and maybe join in the fun). But at the moment there were far more important things to attend to before himself, so here he was not really seeing the show but seeing it anyway.

Ah well, can't be helped I guess, the man thought to himself as he idly propped up his feet at the other end of the car he was sitting in. Others who would have seen it might be taken aback - it was clearly a rather expensive-looking car, something a man like Pip definitely wouldn't have been able to afford in the next hundred years or so. Still, it was a fact that he was in it, though he supposed he could say the car wasn't exactly his.

Puffing out a cloud of cigarette smoke from his lips, Pip spoke out seemingly to nobody before him. "So chief, what'd you think?"

[thegoodtouch]

"I think money won't be a problem for a long time," Prime replied quietly, coolly watching the excitement. "Perhaps we should stop taking so many security jobs and start putting on shows," he joked wryly. "Gintoki and von Karma's display was successful enough, and there's an even bigger turnout for Mamma Gkika. I hope it goes well," he continued obliviously. He knew she'd been looking forward to this, putting in a lot of time and effort.

Optimus was also very curious about the show itself. "Though I must say, I'm not entirely sure what this is all about. I've gathered that it's a display of different skills and talents, but there seems to be more to it than that."

Husbando and Waifu, they ttly are.

[coyotealpha]

...joke aside, Pip did have to wonder if that was actually a good idea. Considering the turnout they had back there and now with this, they were racking up a fair amount of cash for all of this - not enough to make up for everything they spent, but it was a fair percentage of what they kind of desperately needed at the moment. Hopefully after this, they could finally start on something.

He perked up from his thoughts at the question, blinking once, twice, and then promptly sagging when it sank into his head. Once again, Prime's lack of knowledge about Reial's culture was showing, and it was showing badly. Not that this was a bad thing, but considering things as they were now...

"Uh..." the first mate started, not quite sure how to put it for his captain. "Yeah, you could put it that way." Merde, this is going to take a while.

BACKSTAGE

[legallygreen]

Jennifer was uncertain as to how she had gotten talked into all of this, but here she was, sitting back stage with a massive make up kit spread out on a table, brushes and sponges waiting to be used. She was not dressed as anyone else, wearing her own modest clothing, but she was pleased with the people she had already made pretty with make up and hair styling.

Of course, not all the people sitting down for make up and hair were actually women, but she liked to use her talents when she could. It was not as if she were going to get up on that stage and do anything. She-Hulk had muttered about not shaking her "money maker" but Jennifer had kept her firmly in check.

Cleaning the hair out of a brush, she glanced up as the next person sat down. "Hello, which act are you participating in tonight?"

[theschmotone]

Dimo perched on the edge of the chair with a heavy sigh. Thanks to the ministrations of the attendants in the dressing room, he was well on his way to participating in the drag show. Between the corset and the heels, he couldn't sit properly at all, and he kept catching his claws on the fabric of the dress.

"Vanna guess, dollink?"

[legallygreen]

Jennifer smiled, and picked up a sponge and some pancake make up that was not exactly Dimo's shade, but a few layers of it would do the trick. It was olive toned, that would be enough to hide the manly nature of his features.

"Better you than me." Jennifer replied with a soft laugh, and began applying make up.

"I do not even remember volunteering for this, other than having some woman see me on the street and tell me she liked my make up and asked if I wanted to make some money. I figure, there are some people in town that could use it, so I said yes. And now I am putting make up on my Jager friend." She replied with another smile, sliding the sponge along his eyebrow ridges, staring at the eyebrows for a minute.

"Would you be opposed to some eyebrow shaping?" She asked casually, carefully avoiding the words "waxing" or "plucking".

[theschmotone]

"At least hyu's making money at it," Dimo grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest. "Mamma's my General, zo an order's an order, und I iz preety much stuck. I gets to do anodder act vhat I can take dis schtuff off for later, thenk Gott, but in de meantime..." He sighed. "In de meantime, hyu may as vell do de eyebrow schtuff or vhatever." He pointed at his stubble and goatee with a clawed index finger. "Probably should take dis off too, vhile hyu's at it. At least I don't gots to shave all de fur, I suppoze. Dot's zometing, at least."

MINI-DRAG SHOW OPENING ACT

[theschmotone]

Dimo glared toward the curtains as Mamma Gkika made the opening announcements for the evening's entertainment. He'd hoped that she wouldn't have remembered that night out with Gorobei some months previous, but it appeared that the incident was still fresh in her mind. He shifted his weight from one high heel to the other, trying to get a feel for the damned things again. The girls in the dressing room had done a good job of getting the Jäger corseted, dressed, and made up. He fluttered a deep blue fan that matched his ensemble in front of his face, determined to at least see this act through. With luck, there would be enough time to change into something more dignified before his later performance.

"Vhen's ve suppoze to go on?" he whispered loudly to his fellow performers.

[generaltroll]

Grumman made a very convincing old lady, by and large. This wasn't the first time he'd donned the drag (although it was usually in a less showy fashion than this!), and he was already quite comfortable in the high heels and corset again.

The large mustache across his face, however, rather spoiled the effect. He refused to let it be shaved; it was his pride and joy.

"I do believe they'll give us a signal, my good man," he responded.

[theschmotone]

"Me too, keed, me too," Dimo grumbled, but right at that point, he heard the familiar whistle that signaled the beginning of one of Mamma's shows. The sound was sharp and shrill, and meant that at this point, they were all well and truly doomed to go out and give the audience a good show.

"Vell," the Jäger said, standing up straight and tall as he possibly could, "Let's put on a show!"

Pirate and Ninja (Bang and Anko) 'Whoa Mamma' act of dooom!

[crazywithguns]

The show had been going on wonderfully so far, but Bangladesh DuPree was nearly yawning from all the tameness (for Bang's value of 'tameness') that had so far appeared on stage. As the show progressed, though, she began to get excited. Very excited, which was probably extremely dangerous for anyone around her.

Good thing her 'partner' for the act was just as tough as she was. Bang glanced over at the other woman, and looked pensive. "Hmm... maybe we should have actually rehearsed before we go on.... Nah! It'll be more fun this way." The ex-pirate grinned maliciously as she tested the edges of one of her many, many knives.

Soon, the wonderfully deadly-looking Jager lady would introduce their act, and she could really have some fun. The unfortunate souls in the audience wouldn't know what had hit them.

Re: Pirate and Ninja (Bang and Anko) 'Whoa Mamma' act of dooom!

[thesnakecharm]

Anko snorted, perched atop a precarious-looking pile of stage props and set pieces tucked away here backstage. "I trust my own ability to improvise according to the situation," she responded dryly. She had no need to test her knives or other sharp things. She knew they were sharp because she kept them that way.

"As long as we don't kill anyone, we'll be fine." Of course, it would be difficult to guess just how many weapons she was keeping on her person at the moment. A bandolier of spade-shaped knives was slung across her torso, and a proper sword was across her back on the same strap, but there were other things hidden everywhere from the pouch of razor-sharp needles hidden in the waistband of her short, tight black skirt, to the ornate hair ornament that hid in plain sight a razor-thin stiletto. "Probably."

[crazywithguns]

The pirate snorted in return and rolled her eyes a bit at the 'don't kill anyone' part. "Spoilsport. Where's the fun in that?" She pouted a bit, but was not overly concerned. She was going to have fun no matter what else happened.

Bang herself had forgone her usual red turtleneck tonight, and was wearing only her new jacket, buttoned so that it covered all the important parts, but knives, a gun or two, and her blunderbuss were hidden quite well about her person. Her cutlass was the only weapon visible, in its frog at her hip. "People expect to see a show, so why not make it a really fun show?"

[thesnakecharm]

"You get more money when you don't have to pay for lawsuits," she pointed out, stretching out her arms. She'd be doing far more acrobatic tricks than Bang, after all. "And 'normal' people tend to not like dying, I've found."

Tapping a heel against the stack, she grinned wickedly. "But I never said anything about threats~"