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kaigoucontinued from: Part the First.
[Ayup, Recession & DogEmp, I promised, and I do deliver. Belated, but I deliver.]
So the upshot is that the summer of '05, I cajoled my boss into realizing I needed an assistant, Duo was available, and there you go. (It remains an open question exactly how Duo feels about this, but hey, who's asking Duo, anyway?) During one of our interminable deadline-is-tomorrow cram sessions, I happened to mention that Sharon (a venerable member of the GW fandom and one of its greatest, if not the greatest, 1x2x1 fans) preferred her fic with the boys at a relatively young age -- certainly no more than mid-twenties. Duo observed that no one stays that young forever, and then promptly shoved his braid up his shirt (I am NOT making this up) so only the tail bit was showing under the collar and said, "look! chest hair!"
I don't know which of us -- though I think it was probably me -- said that what would break Sharon's heart would be to see the G-boys all!growed!up, but it was Duo who pushed the envelope from "grown up" to "nearly nursing-home material". That led to some wacky brainstorming on how, exactly, the boys would end up, if they lived to see 65...
Heero would have a beer gut, Trowa would use a walker! Coworkers are walking past and peering into the office where we're both in absolute tears from the hysterics of it all. Relena in a pink velvet track suit! Duo in one of those hawaiian shirts, with Old Man sandals!
...and somewhere in there, we decided we had to actually cosplay this.
We were at work, and we had internet, and next thing I know, we're googling like crazy for the props we could use -- and that was when we discovered the Wig o' DOOM -- aka the Combover. That was when we decided we couldn't do it alone. For a mission like this, we would need all the G-boys to reunite: Mission Break Sharon's Heart And The Hearts Of All Gundam Fangirls Everywhere. nimru ryoukai!
Well, one thing led to another, and Duo called on his incredible powers -- aka his incredible email and flist of many other cosplayers. He wrangled a Wufei, while I tracked down the aforementioned Zania (who had cosplayed Trowa, several times, and had the Preventers jacket as well). All that remained was a Quatre, and for that, Itwisted the arm of managed to obtain the inclusion of SiriusJazz (Asuka), who agreed to be Quatre. Okay, so there was some balking when we met for lunch near work and Asuka caught sight of the combover wig, and when we stopped laughing at it long enough to be serious (it took awhile), we worked out how and where and when we'd do this at Otakon.
Eventually Otakon rolls around, and everyone's in place and agreed: it'll be Saturday night, and we're taking all the G-girls out at once. We never did manage a Relena, but the five of us, that's enough, right?
As Sihaya (our Wufei) packs up her art table, Trowa and I slink off to a little-used bathroom at the back of the art hall. Little-used, mostly, except for the three people I sent flying out of there once Trowa started in with the make-hair-gray hairspray. I had a pillow up my shirt and got it all situated, added a bit of gray, Trowa had us both coughing and squinting from the excess hairspray, we got jackets and whatnot in place, and we were good to go. This did mean doing a bit of an end-run around the convention center, to avoid the fangirls all sitting up on the second floor (where they were, not incidentally, waiting for us to close up the arts tables and meet up with them for dinner). I can't even recall now who our in-person was, with them -- was it Winnie? I think so -- we had someone up there who'd call me and say, where are you? and I'd say, "Trowa and I are out front, and no one else is here, stall them!"
We only really waited a few minutes, and up strolls Quatre. Combover wig, check. Pink shirt, check. Vest, check. Khakis, check. Shit-eating grin? Uhm, check. A bimbo on each arm? Check and double-check. Apparently our Quatre had convinced two friends to put on the tallest heels imaginable, skirts that just barely come down to here, do up the makeup and the whole nine yards-- did I mention the cleavage? there was a lot of cleavage -- and come as Quatre's, err, dates. At which point naturally Trowa and I just about lose it, because what's more perfect than Quatre being the total ladies' man? You know he would be, baby, with that much money and those looks. Even with the combover.
That's about the point that we looked down the street, upon hearing a familiarly cranky voice and I kid you not, the words really did carry all the way down the block, over traffic and what I could've sworn were at least three sets of screeching brakes from drivers-by doing double-takes. Here comes Duo with the loudest ugliest flashiest hawaiian shirt ever, shorts, black socks (pulled up!) and truly ugly Old Man Sandals, and on Duo's arm is Wufei.
With a bald spot.
Bent over.
Yelling about his sciatica.
While Trowa and Quatre and Quatre's hos, err, dates, proceed to fall about each other in hysterics, I yelled at Duo to get a move on, but it did little good. Duo too busy making passes at unsuspecting chicks in skimpy outfits: "Hey, baby, wanna see my GUNDAM?"
At which point Wufei would rise up, smack the shit out of Duo, who'd yelp, then Wufei would holler that he'd just thrown his back out again, more drama, fangirls now making wide berths around Duo who's complaining that Wufei is scaring off all the chicks, to which Wufei had more than a few things to say about that (of which several were related to Duo's shirt, as I recall), and then somehow we all had to manage straight faces long enough to head inside. Fortunately the awaiting unsuspectingvictims fangirls were still on the second level, and even better, somehow a wise soul had arranged it such that Sharon and her friends were sitting with their backs to the tops of the stairs. We slunk up the stairs as fast as we could -- Trowa not being much of a help by that point because I swear he had his fist all the way into his mouth to muffle his laughter -- and we made it up the stairs, came around the corner, and arranged ourselves behind Sharon.
I do believe it wasmikkeneko who first looked up and saw the five of us arranged behind Sharon. Her jaw dropped, along with the looks on everyone else's faces, and there was just this beat of silence as the folks with their backs to us registered that half the table was staring in shock and utterly speechless. That's about when Sharon turned around, all sloooow-like, looks up, sees each of us, and I am not making this up, her jaw dropped. Like you read about in books, but lower. Like somewhere maybe on the verge of a scream, just not quite getting the sound out because about that point she'd stopped breathing, I think.
Then Wufei says something about his sciatica again, and Duo launches himself forward to land in Sharon's lap, wrap his arms around her neck, and in a suitably dirty-old-man voice (for which Duo had been Practicing nearly daily at work), made some lewd suggestion about him, Sharon, and benefits of a good Stealth drive. I think that broke the spell, because only then did Sharon react.
After which we all went to dinner, and had the glee of poor Sharon's reaction -- everytime she'd look at any of us, she'd get this kinda poleaxed expression, then shake her head sadly. 'Course, it didn't help that Duo hit on her merciless, while Quatre was a perfect gentleman (if you ignore the, uhm, dates draped all over him), and Wufei had something to say about every single ache and pain (which were all Duo's fault, anyway, as I recall), and Trowa and I... well, I don't think we contributed much. We couldn't keep straight faces. So to speak.
No car wrecks caused on the way to dinner, though we did get some significant (and often shocked and somewhat upset) double-takes from what had to have been other GW fangirls. Again, not with the helping, because anytime I saw one of those, I pointed it out to Duo, who promptly had to yell something really embarassing. (In case you're not already aware, or haven't gathered from this post, Duo and Wufei are the worst hams in the bunch.)
That was the First Annual Break Fangirl Hearts Everywhere Summer of Love. (Yes, someone got pictures, but I don't recall who, nor where those pictures are on the net, now.)
Yes, good times for all, and naturally that meant we needed to do a sequel. Question is: how do you top breaking the hearts of some of the greatest and longest-lasting fans of the series?
Answer: you add APPLESAUCE.
Final installment, coming soon!
[Ayup, Recession & DogEmp, I promised, and I do deliver. Belated, but I deliver.]
So the upshot is that the summer of '05, I cajoled my boss into realizing I needed an assistant, Duo was available, and there you go. (It remains an open question exactly how Duo feels about this, but hey, who's asking Duo, anyway?) During one of our interminable deadline-is-tomorrow cram sessions, I happened to mention that Sharon (a venerable member of the GW fandom and one of its greatest, if not the greatest, 1x2x1 fans) preferred her fic with the boys at a relatively young age -- certainly no more than mid-twenties. Duo observed that no one stays that young forever, and then promptly shoved his braid up his shirt (I am NOT making this up) so only the tail bit was showing under the collar and said, "look! chest hair!"
I don't know which of us -- though I think it was probably me -- said that what would break Sharon's heart would be to see the G-boys all!growed!up, but it was Duo who pushed the envelope from "grown up" to "nearly nursing-home material". That led to some wacky brainstorming on how, exactly, the boys would end up, if they lived to see 65...
Heero would have a beer gut, Trowa would use a walker! Coworkers are walking past and peering into the office where we're both in absolute tears from the hysterics of it all. Relena in a pink velvet track suit! Duo in one of those hawaiian shirts, with Old Man sandals!
...and somewhere in there, we decided we had to actually cosplay this.
We were at work, and we had internet, and next thing I know, we're googling like crazy for the props we could use -- and that was when we discovered the Wig o' DOOM -- aka the Combover. That was when we decided we couldn't do it alone. For a mission like this, we would need all the G-boys to reunite: Mission Break Sharon's Heart And The Hearts Of All Gundam Fangirls Everywhere. nimru ryoukai!
Well, one thing led to another, and Duo called on his incredible powers -- aka his incredible email and flist of many other cosplayers. He wrangled a Wufei, while I tracked down the aforementioned Zania (who had cosplayed Trowa, several times, and had the Preventers jacket as well). All that remained was a Quatre, and for that, I
Eventually Otakon rolls around, and everyone's in place and agreed: it'll be Saturday night, and we're taking all the G-girls out at once. We never did manage a Relena, but the five of us, that's enough, right?
As Sihaya (our Wufei) packs up her art table, Trowa and I slink off to a little-used bathroom at the back of the art hall. Little-used, mostly, except for the three people I sent flying out of there once Trowa started in with the make-hair-gray hairspray. I had a pillow up my shirt and got it all situated, added a bit of gray, Trowa had us both coughing and squinting from the excess hairspray, we got jackets and whatnot in place, and we were good to go. This did mean doing a bit of an end-run around the convention center, to avoid the fangirls all sitting up on the second floor (where they were, not incidentally, waiting for us to close up the arts tables and meet up with them for dinner). I can't even recall now who our in-person was, with them -- was it Winnie? I think so -- we had someone up there who'd call me and say, where are you? and I'd say, "Trowa and I are out front, and no one else is here, stall them!"
We only really waited a few minutes, and up strolls Quatre. Combover wig, check. Pink shirt, check. Vest, check. Khakis, check. Shit-eating grin? Uhm, check. A bimbo on each arm? Check and double-check. Apparently our Quatre had convinced two friends to put on the tallest heels imaginable, skirts that just barely come down to here, do up the makeup and the whole nine yards-- did I mention the cleavage? there was a lot of cleavage -- and come as Quatre's, err, dates. At which point naturally Trowa and I just about lose it, because what's more perfect than Quatre being the total ladies' man? You know he would be, baby, with that much money and those looks. Even with the combover.
That's about the point that we looked down the street, upon hearing a familiarly cranky voice and I kid you not, the words really did carry all the way down the block, over traffic and what I could've sworn were at least three sets of screeching brakes from drivers-by doing double-takes. Here comes Duo with the loudest ugliest flashiest hawaiian shirt ever, shorts, black socks (pulled up!) and truly ugly Old Man Sandals, and on Duo's arm is Wufei.
With a bald spot.
Bent over.
Yelling about his sciatica.
While Trowa and Quatre and Quatre's hos, err, dates, proceed to fall about each other in hysterics, I yelled at Duo to get a move on, but it did little good. Duo too busy making passes at unsuspecting chicks in skimpy outfits: "Hey, baby, wanna see my GUNDAM?"
At which point Wufei would rise up, smack the shit out of Duo, who'd yelp, then Wufei would holler that he'd just thrown his back out again, more drama, fangirls now making wide berths around Duo who's complaining that Wufei is scaring off all the chicks, to which Wufei had more than a few things to say about that (of which several were related to Duo's shirt, as I recall), and then somehow we all had to manage straight faces long enough to head inside. Fortunately the awaiting unsuspecting
I do believe it was
mikkeneko who first looked up and saw the five of us arranged behind Sharon. Her jaw dropped, along with the looks on everyone else's faces, and there was just this beat of silence as the folks with their backs to us registered that half the table was staring in shock and utterly speechless. That's about when Sharon turned around, all sloooow-like, looks up, sees each of us, and I am not making this up, her jaw dropped. Like you read about in books, but lower. Like somewhere maybe on the verge of a scream, just not quite getting the sound out because about that point she'd stopped breathing, I think. Then Wufei says something about his sciatica again, and Duo launches himself forward to land in Sharon's lap, wrap his arms around her neck, and in a suitably dirty-old-man voice (for which Duo had been Practicing nearly daily at work), made some lewd suggestion about him, Sharon, and benefits of a good Stealth drive. I think that broke the spell, because only then did Sharon react.
After which we all went to dinner, and had the glee of poor Sharon's reaction -- everytime she'd look at any of us, she'd get this kinda poleaxed expression, then shake her head sadly. 'Course, it didn't help that Duo hit on her merciless, while Quatre was a perfect gentleman (if you ignore the, uhm, dates draped all over him), and Wufei had something to say about every single ache and pain (which were all Duo's fault, anyway, as I recall), and Trowa and I... well, I don't think we contributed much. We couldn't keep straight faces. So to speak.
No car wrecks caused on the way to dinner, though we did get some significant (and often shocked and somewhat upset) double-takes from what had to have been other GW fangirls. Again, not with the helping, because anytime I saw one of those, I pointed it out to Duo, who promptly had to yell something really embarassing. (In case you're not already aware, or haven't gathered from this post, Duo and Wufei are the worst hams in the bunch.)
That was the First Annual Break Fangirl Hearts Everywhere Summer of Love. (Yes, someone got pictures, but I don't recall who, nor where those pictures are on the net, now.)
Yes, good times for all, and naturally that meant we needed to do a sequel. Question is: how do you top breaking the hearts of some of the greatest and longest-lasting fans of the series?
Answer: you add APPLESAUCE.
Final installment, coming soon!
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Date: 25 Oct 2009 03:16 am (UTC)Oh, and if Relena put on about 50 pounds...I could sooo be her. ^_^
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Date: 25 Oct 2009 05:13 am (UTC)No, really. Definitely more.
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Date: 25 Oct 2009 06:29 am (UTC)I'm afraid to know what applesauce bodes...
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Date: 25 Oct 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)(Alternately, a shot of the video watching. *thinks about it* Yeah, that, too, if you've got a copy. *dies*)
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Date: 27 Oct 2009 06:15 am (UTC)However, I am trying to track down at least one good shot of the Second Annual, because that one, well... that one... yeah. It requires an image. Trust me on this one.
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