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Forgotten Words
May. 30th, 2012 12:40 pm
Slushie (Dec 8th-9th 2011; Jocks vs Nerds Event)
Titans (June 1st-3rd 2012; Santana's drunken party event)
Titans (June 1st-3rd 2012; Santana's drunken party event)
[OOC gift post! Sometime on Christmas Day (after forcing his precious hope chest from the beach to his room), Kurt will go around giving out these gifts out to his friends. If I've forgotten anyone, let me know and I'll fix it! ♥
( Gifts for Santana, Rachel, Puck, Quinn, Beiste, Dave, John, Jade, Poland, Dean, Nagi, and Buckingham. )
( Gifts for Santana, Rachel, Puck, Quinn, Beiste, Dave, John, Jade, Poland, Dean, Nagi, and Buckingham. )
033 - Backdated to before the Party
Dec. 21st, 2011 10:00 pm
[Kurt had originally been opposed to returning home. If there was no one there, then why bother? This is obviously some kind of mansion trickery. But then Alice announced there would be a party, and he remembered he had access to his extensive wardrobe at home. How could he resist?
So now Kurt's flipping through his clothes (all of his clothes) trying to decide what would best suit the occasion. And of course, he's not expecting anyone to disturb him. He's at home. Why would there be accidental video posts or random people showing up at his door, or even inside his house? That's just ridiculous.]
So now Kurt's flipping through his clothes (all of his clothes) trying to decide what would best suit the occasion. And of course, he's not expecting anyone to disturb him. He's at home. Why would there be accidental video posts or random people showing up at his door, or even inside his house? That's just ridiculous.]
[When the camera turns on, it catches Kurt immediately. You can't miss him in that bright yellow sweater, but since he went home he's...grown a little. He's several inches taller, and even thinner than he was before (almost too thin, honestly). His baby face has matured and he apparently has nice cheekbones now.
He was looking a little despondent to begin with, but then he looks up and notices he's not at McKinley anymore. He freezes.]
What the-
[He spins around, but nope. His school isn't behind him either. But when he turns back, he spies that blinking light from the camera and...oh. Oh. It's all coming back, slowly.]
...Of course. Of course I would get dragged back here. I just can't win.
[Kurt whines, but he's already pretty resigned to his fate, so he gets up and turns the camera off himself. He has things to do, like reclaim his bedroom and try to figure out who's still here and things like that.]
He was looking a little despondent to begin with, but then he looks up and notices he's not at McKinley anymore. He freezes.]
What the-
[He spins around, but nope. His school isn't behind him either. But when he turns back, he spies that blinking light from the camera and...oh. Oh. It's all coming back, slowly.]
...Of course. Of course I would get dragged back here. I just can't win.
[Kurt whines, but he's already pretty resigned to his fate, so he gets up and turns the camera off himself. He has things to do, like reclaim his bedroom and try to figure out who's still here and things like that.]
031 Action/Video/Whatever
Nov. 12th, 2011 10:47 pm
[Kurt's pretty sure he's got this event all figured out. He's about six or so, but he wasn't always. His dad's not here (which is highly upsetting) and neither is his mom (which is even more upsetting than that, because he knows she's gone but he still wants her there). Some of his friends are here though, and that's good. He remembers all about the closets and the kitchens, and how he can get anything he wants whenever he wants. He misses being big though. It's hard to reach things and his motor skills aren't as good as they were before. How depressing.
But it's okay. He has the best idea to cheer himself up, and maybe cheer up some of the kids who keep crying forever. It's why he's borrowing the kitchen for a bit. He's going to have the greatest tea party ever and unlike the tea parties he had when he was this age the first time, more people than just his parents will want to show up.
He found an Easy Bake Oven (and all the mixes he could ever want for it!) and it's set up on the table so he can make all the snacks ever for it. Sure he could get some from the kitchen, but it's more special when you make things yourself and all the recipes he used to know are kind of hard to understand now. Suddenly he spots the light recording him though, and he remembers what that is, so he waves.]
I'm going to have a tea party! Everyone's invited! ...Unless you don't like tea. Or nice things.
[The post ends after a loud whistle coming from the stove, where Kurt has apparently put on a kettle of water so he can make real tea. This isn't a bad idea at all!]
But it's okay. He has the best idea to cheer himself up, and maybe cheer up some of the kids who keep crying forever. It's why he's borrowing the kitchen for a bit. He's going to have the greatest tea party ever and unlike the tea parties he had when he was this age the first time, more people than just his parents will want to show up.
He found an Easy Bake Oven (and all the mixes he could ever want for it!) and it's set up on the table so he can make all the snacks ever for it. Sure he could get some from the kitchen, but it's more special when you make things yourself and all the recipes he used to know are kind of hard to understand now. Suddenly he spots the light recording him though, and he remembers what that is, so he waves.]
I'm going to have a tea party! Everyone's invited! ...Unless you don't like tea. Or nice things.
[The post ends after a loud whistle coming from the stove, where Kurt has apparently put on a kettle of water so he can make real tea. This isn't a bad idea at all!]
[When the camera turns on, it focuses on Kurt, who is sitting with his back against the door of what was most likely a tea room before this event started. He's just sitting there breathing, supporting himself. He had a nice, soft Andrew Mackenzie blazer on before he got there, but now it's wrapped around his waist, trying to prevent himself from bleeding to death before the event ends. An encounter with a certain big bad wolf already ruined it (as well as the dark turtleneck beneath it), so there's no sense in trying to preserve it now. But it's thin for a blazer so the blood shows through, marking where he's been wounded.
It hurts. It hurts a lot, but he isn't dead yet. No, fueled completely by terror he was even able to sprint here, but once the immediate danger and adrenaline were both gone, he slumped down. There was no motivation to find anywhere else to go (not when there are wolves out there, and definitely not when they could be anyone), so he tied up his wound and stayed. Each second seems twice as long when you're staring at a wall and waiting for a event to end though.
Suddenly, he notices the subtle blink of the camera, and pales. He knows what that means, and now could possibly be the worst time for a post like this? What if a wolf sees, what if someone comes to kill him, what if Dean -
Trying to be as quick and silent as possible (neither of which he really accomplishes, being in a huge amount of pain), he unties one of his Doc Martens, slips it off, and pitches it at the camera, effectively killing the transmission.]
[ooc: Set after his first thread with Dean is complete. Also, Santana has dibs on killing him, so any other tags are assumed to be before she gets a hold of him. ♥]
It hurts. It hurts a lot, but he isn't dead yet. No, fueled completely by terror he was even able to sprint here, but once the immediate danger and adrenaline were both gone, he slumped down. There was no motivation to find anywhere else to go (not when there are wolves out there, and definitely not when they could be anyone), so he tied up his wound and stayed. Each second seems twice as long when you're staring at a wall and waiting for a event to end though.
Suddenly, he notices the subtle blink of the camera, and pales. He knows what that means, and now could possibly be the worst time for a post like this? What if a wolf sees, what if someone comes to kill him, what if Dean -
Trying to be as quick and silent as possible (neither of which he really accomplishes, being in a huge amount of pain), he unties one of his Doc Martens, slips it off, and pitches it at the camera, effectively killing the transmission.]
[ooc: Set after his first thread with Dean is complete. Also, Santana has dibs on killing him, so any other tags are assumed to be before she gets a hold of him. ♥]
[Roleplaying can be so demanding. Especially when characters are interested in things that the player knows nothing about. Like fashion! And moisturizing routines! And interior design! And Beyonce! That, on top of being someone with such a...strong personality can get very tiring. Of course, it has its own rewards, but it's hard to be in-character 24/7!
Which is why 'Kurt' has snuck off to a tea room with a six-pack of diet coke, a book, and an ipod that is surprisingly not color-coordinated to his outfit. And he apparently has a good song on, because he's shimmying a little in his seat.]
You said fight fire with fire, fire with fire, fire with fire
Through desire, desire sire, desire, through your desire
[It's quiet though, and obviously not meant to be a public performance. He hums the rest of the chorus and then doesn't continue, because this is supposed to be an inconspicuous diet coke break. After some debate, he even decides to kick off his shoes, because they're just uncomfortable. He leaves the rest of hiscostume outfit in place though, and even crosses one leg over the other as one would expect of him, successfully looking like an odd mix of Kurt Hummel and...some other person.
Of course, he doesn't realize the camera is on, and the door is probably wide open too. It's terribly careless. It's like he's asking for someone to come harass him about breaking character or something.]
Which is why 'Kurt' has snuck off to a tea room with a six-pack of diet coke, a book, and an ipod that is surprisingly not color-coordinated to his outfit. And he apparently has a good song on, because he's shimmying a little in his seat.]
You said fight fire with fire, fire with fire, fire with fire
Through desire, desire sire, desire, through your desire
[It's quiet though, and obviously not meant to be a public performance. He hums the rest of the chorus and then doesn't continue, because this is supposed to be an inconspicuous diet coke break. After some debate, he even decides to kick off his shoes, because they're just uncomfortable. He leaves the rest of his
Of course, he doesn't realize the camera is on, and the door is probably wide open too. It's terribly careless. It's like he's asking for someone to come harass him about breaking character or something.]
[When Kurt appears on the network, he's still kind of startled from when he woke up and realized he was somehow still in one piece, and back in his bedroom. He...wasn't in the best mental state during the event, but he's pretty sure he didn't survive that one.
Is that what dying is really like?
Still, after finally being able to change clothes and make himself presentable, he went on to the network with every intention of saying something specific, but it fades from his mind the second he turns the camera on. Eventually though, he clears his throat.]
Err...does anyone know exactly what happened to us during the last event?
[To him, he means.]
...Also, I seem to be missing a scarf. Has anyone seen it?
[He liked that scarf, and he's sort of hoping orange goo doesn't stain like blood. Without much else to say though, he cuts the post off there.]
Is that what dying is really like?
Still, after finally being able to change clothes and make himself presentable, he went on to the network with every intention of saying something specific, but it fades from his mind the second he turns the camera on. Eventually though, he clears his throat.]
Err...does anyone know exactly what happened to us during the last event?
[To him, he means.]
...Also, I seem to be missing a scarf. Has anyone seen it?
[He liked that scarf, and he's sort of hoping orange goo doesn't stain like blood. Without much else to say though, he cuts the post off there.]
[It's audio only. Kurt doesn't trust himself to be seen on camera, at the moment. His voice cracks a little bit at the beginning, but he tries to maintain his composure. He's pretty sure he already knows the answer deep down, but...]
Excuse me, but has anyone seen my dad? He's...relatively tall, a bit overweight, balding....and his face looks a little like mine. His name is Burt Hummel and he's a mechanic and he can be a little gruff, but he's incredibly kind and-
[He stops abruptly. He'll get upset again otherwise, and that's a bit counterproductive. Deep breath.]
...If anyone has seen him, could you please let me know? Thank you.
Excuse me, but has anyone seen my dad? He's...relatively tall, a bit overweight, balding....and his face looks a little like mine. His name is Burt Hummel and he's a mechanic and he can be a little gruff, but he's incredibly kind and-
[He stops abruptly. He'll get upset again otherwise, and that's a bit counterproductive. Deep breath.]
...If anyone has seen him, could you please let me know? Thank you.
[Mellenkurt Mirror!Kurt Kurt is at his mirror at the beginning of the post, sort of marveling at his own reflection in the mirror. You know, at his reflection in the glass. That thing all Real Things like himself have. But then he catches sight of the red blinking light on Kurt's his comm device thing and quickly acts like he was just using the mirror to adjust his baseball cap.]
Uh. Hey. [Gives the camera the awkwardest little wave.]
I was just, um. I was wonderin' if anyone wanted to hang out or somethin'. Y'know, maybe throw the ol' pigskin around [Makes a football throwing gesture], or go grab some burgers maybe?
[He jams his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels,trying to make it seem less weird somehow] I'm just kinda bored, that's all. Anyone wanna go do somethin'?
[He's about to end the post, but stops. He can't help adding one last thing, with a wide grin -]
Oh, and hey, Dad? ...It'd be cool if we hung out sometime too!
[OOC: All replies will be from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sonhewanted.]
Uh. Hey. [Gives the camera the awkwardest little wave.]
I was just, um. I was wonderin' if anyone wanted to hang out or somethin'. Y'know, maybe throw the ol' pigskin around [Makes a football throwing gesture], or go grab some burgers maybe?
[He jams his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels,
[He's about to end the post, but stops. He can't help adding one last thing, with a wide grin -]
Oh, and hey, Dad? ...It'd be cool if we hung out sometime too!
[OOC: All replies will be from
sonhewanted.][Kurt doesn't say anything for a while once his post starts. He just sort of glances at the wall, like he's trying not to have an overly-emotional reaction to what he needs to say.
But, he needs to get it out there. You know, so no one from his world starts to wonder.]
...I think Mercedes went home.
[Somehow he manages to keep his voice from shaking, and he doesn't cry, but...he certainly doesn't look happy to be reporting his best friend missing either. The camera shuts off with a click before he can really react more.]
But, he needs to get it out there. You know, so no one from his world starts to wonder.]
...I think Mercedes went home.
[Somehow he manages to keep his voice from shaking, and he doesn't cry, but...he certainly doesn't look happy to be reporting his best friend missing either. The camera shuts off with a click before he can really react more.]
[When the camera clicks on, Kurt is standing in front of his mirror, in a room that's been changing almost as fast as he can come up with new ways to decorate it. Right now it's a mix of maroons and golds, as he tests out a more Moroccan look to his decor. He's looking terribly dapper though. He twirls, and watches how the cape moves in the reflection, then gives the look a once-over.]
Hm. This cape is incredibly well-made, but the frills just aren't working. I look like I fell into Tina's shower curtains.
[Kurt pouts, and thinks for a second.] ...Maybe something from McQueen's Fall 2009 collection instead.
[He closes his eyes and pictures the outfit in his mind, how he remembers it. The dual nature of the suit, and its asymmetry. A perfect cane and hat to complete the look. Then, in a quick second, he's wearing it. And it's every kind of perfect on him. He's significantly more pleased with this ensemble. Though, to be fair, there is very little in Alexander McQueen's collections that displeases him. It's all over his face this time though, and he's absolutely shining with pride.
Then he turns right to face the camera, coat twirling in time. What, did you think this post was an accident? Please. Kurt lives to show off his wardrobe, imagined or not.]
Much better, don't you agree? This coat is perfection.
Hm. This cape is incredibly well-made, but the frills just aren't working. I look like I fell into Tina's shower curtains.
[Kurt pouts, and thinks for a second.] ...Maybe something from McQueen's Fall 2009 collection instead.
[He closes his eyes and pictures the outfit in his mind, how he remembers it. The dual nature of the suit, and its asymmetry. A perfect cane and hat to complete the look. Then, in a quick second, he's wearing it. And it's every kind of perfect on him. He's significantly more pleased with this ensemble. Though, to be fair, there is very little in Alexander McQueen's collections that displeases him. It's all over his face this time though, and he's absolutely shining with pride.
Then he turns right to face the camera, coat twirling in time. What, did you think this post was an accident? Please. Kurt lives to show off his wardrobe, imagined or not.]
Much better, don't you agree? This coat is perfection.
[Kurt's been sort of groggy all day. He spent most of it rolling around in bed under his covers with the curtains shut. It isn't until the sun starts to go down that he finally starts to feel sort of awake and alert. When he finally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, well...he doesn't. There's no reflection there. But just looking at his hands reveals they're deathly pale. He's freezing.
There's a special challenge in trying to find a vampiric ensemble that doesn't make him look like he raided Tina's closet, but he decides to embrace that challenge. It's hard to focus though, because he's pretty sure he's never been this hungry in his life, so he settles for one of the first few outfits he creates - red shirt, black tie, sleeveless sweater, and a bat-shaped brooch.
That doesn't help his hunger though, as distracting as it was. He's doing his best to just will it away. It's only three days (probably). People can survive for longer than that without food.He just won't think about how he doesn't really count as a person anymore. It's only three days. He doesn't have to do...that.
But he feels like he hasn't eaten in weeks.
...Maybe a walk will help clear his head, and make him forget his stomach. He has a few destinations in mind - the music room maybe, or just outside for some fresh air. Anywhere where he doesn't have to think about how hungry he is. Three days, three days, three days...]
[ooc: Please don't kill him? But feel free to run into him anywhere at all, at any time during the event. ♥]
There's a special challenge in trying to find a vampiric ensemble that doesn't make him look like he raided Tina's closet, but he decides to embrace that challenge. It's hard to focus though, because he's pretty sure he's never been this hungry in his life, so he settles for one of the first few outfits he creates - red shirt, black tie, sleeveless sweater, and a bat-shaped brooch.
That doesn't help his hunger though, as distracting as it was. He's doing his best to just will it away. It's only three days (probably). People can survive for longer than that without food.
But he feels like he hasn't eaten in weeks.
...Maybe a walk will help clear his head, and make him forget his stomach. He has a few destinations in mind - the music room maybe, or just outside for some fresh air. Anywhere where he doesn't have to think about how hungry he is. Three days, three days, three days...]
[ooc: Please don't kill him? But feel free to run into him anywhere at all, at any time during the event. ♥]
[Kurt is oblivious to the flood of new people in the mansion at the moment.
Why? Because he's styling his hair. Or trying to. Without any glass in the mirrors, he's had to resort to filling up the sink with water and trying to use his reflection. It's just a little bit sad.
Kurt's pretty visibly frustrated though. He's about this close to giving up and finding a fabulous hat, and he's not paying attention to the camera at all. Aren't accidental recordings fun?
Everyone ever should come bother him. Everyone. Ever. ♥]
Why? Because he's styling his hair. Or trying to. Without any glass in the mirrors, he's had to resort to filling up the sink with water and trying to use his reflection. It's just a little bit sad.
Kurt's pretty visibly frustrated though. He's about this close to giving up and finding a fabulous hat, and he's not paying attention to the camera at all. Aren't accidental recordings fun?
Everyone ever should come bother him. Everyone. Ever. ♥]
[Kurt's posting from the music room, where he's standing in front of a white board he's dragged into the room. There's something in green written on it, but he's standing in the way.]
Given the absurd frequency of events recently, it's been rather difficult to meet as a glee club. So now that we have a moment of peace, I thought it would be best to meet quickly, before something incredibly stupid happens again.
Back at home, we recently paid tribute to one of our world's most important musical icons - Madonna. Now, as lovely as Ms. Ciccone is, I thought we might give our attention to another important female in my world's musical canon. Her rage spans five octaves and she's sold over 200 million albums internationally. Frankly she's one of the most vocally proficient pop artists of our generation, and she deserves our attention.
[And Kurt steps aside, revealing the name on the board, in curly green script: Celine Dion.]
Now, I know that not everyone is going to be familiar with Celine and her angelic voice. Some people's worlds are sadly lacking in Celine Dion, and that is truly a tragedy. But that's why I've gone to the liberty of making everyone compilation CDs of her greatest hits. You'll thank me once you've heard her, really.
[He holds a couple of them up, and he is so excited. THIS IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO BE THE BEST WEEK OF GLEE SO FAR. And of course, Kurt isn't just going to stop at the Glee Club members - no, he's going to be sliding a bunch of these under completely random doors as well, on the grounds that everyone could use a little culture.]
And of course, anyone and everyone is welcome to attend Glee Club. I'm sure after the last few events, everyone could use something much better to do than deal with idiotic doppelgangers, or telephones ringing non-stop, or anything else that's been thrown at us lately. ...Anyway, we'll be working with Celine Dion's music this week.
[And on that note, he shuts off the camera. There'll be a log in the next day or twoif Rachel doesn't attempt to completely take over in a rage by then. Which she might. ♥]
Given the absurd frequency of events recently, it's been rather difficult to meet as a glee club. So now that we have a moment of peace, I thought it would be best to meet quickly, before something incredibly stupid happens again.
Back at home, we recently paid tribute to one of our world's most important musical icons - Madonna. Now, as lovely as Ms. Ciccone is, I thought we might give our attention to another important female in my world's musical canon. Her rage spans five octaves and she's sold over 200 million albums internationally. Frankly she's one of the most vocally proficient pop artists of our generation, and she deserves our attention.
[And Kurt steps aside, revealing the name on the board, in curly green script: Celine Dion.]
Now, I know that not everyone is going to be familiar with Celine and her angelic voice. Some people's worlds are sadly lacking in Celine Dion, and that is truly a tragedy. But that's why I've gone to the liberty of making everyone compilation CDs of her greatest hits. You'll thank me once you've heard her, really.
[He holds a couple of them up, and he is so excited. THIS IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO BE THE BEST WEEK OF GLEE SO FAR. And of course, Kurt isn't just going to stop at the Glee Club members - no, he's going to be sliding a bunch of these under completely random doors as well, on the grounds that everyone could use a little culture.]
And of course, anyone and everyone is welcome to attend Glee Club. I'm sure after the last few events, everyone could use something much better to do than deal with idiotic doppelgangers, or telephones ringing non-stop, or anything else that's been thrown at us lately. ...Anyway, we'll be working with Celine Dion's music this week.
[And on that note, he shuts off the camera. There'll be a log in the next day or two
[It's been a really long time since Kurt was willingly shirtless in public - not since he discovered how fashionable cover-ups are pool-side, at the very least. And with all of the slushie facials he's received, it hasn't been quite as long since he was in public with completely ruined hair, but that doesn't mean he's happy about the way his hair is currently floating around all wild and untamed either. No, he isn't happy at all. He's actually pretty miserable as a merman. As a matter of fact, he's looking pretty mortified to be out without all of his fashionable clothes and accessories - they're sort of like a second skin at this point.
However, Kurt's discovered swimming is a little more complicated if you insist on crossing your arms over your chest while doing so. Instead, he's taken to swimming very quickly when he needs to and then returning to his default pose of "I'm either really cold or really annoyed", and hiding around corners and in doorways whenever available. For the record though, he doesn't actually look bad - he's just sort of skinny, and pale, and awkward (though that awkwardness is almost entirely due to his nervousness about it).
The mansion's getting pretty frustrated with him though, because every time he's caught the camera on him, he's bolted out of the frame as fast as he possibly can. He's not normally so camera-shy, but this is just embarrassing and completely undignified. Before it shuts off, this can be heard from somewhere below the camera:]
Can this event please be over soon?! Why is this even happening anyway? I wasn't aware we had The Little Mermaid among us.
[The camera tilts to try and catch him, but he swims a little lower and off to the left, before darting out of that hall entirely.]
However, Kurt's discovered swimming is a little more complicated if you insist on crossing your arms over your chest while doing so. Instead, he's taken to swimming very quickly when he needs to and then returning to his default pose of "I'm either really cold or really annoyed", and hiding around corners and in doorways whenever available. For the record though, he doesn't actually look bad - he's just sort of skinny, and pale, and awkward (though that awkwardness is almost entirely due to his nervousness about it).
The mansion's getting pretty frustrated with him though, because every time he's caught the camera on him, he's bolted out of the frame as fast as he possibly can. He's not normally so camera-shy, but this is just embarrassing and completely undignified. Before it shuts off, this can be heard from somewhere below the camera:]
Can this event please be over soon?! Why is this even happening anyway? I wasn't aware we had The Little Mermaid among us.
[The camera tilts to try and catch him, but he swims a little lower and off to the left, before darting out of that hall entirely.]
[Kurt is there, trying to look as composed as he possibly can. That's not working so well though - he's pale, but that's less due to fear, and more due to his skin having literally become almost white. His cheeks are pinkish red though, and it looks suspiciously as though someone airbrushed a blush on his face. His hair is hard, though to be fair that isn't terribly unusual for Kurt. It's rather bulky though, and he isn't happy about that. In fact, he's really starting to resemble an actual Hummel figurine, but Kurt's panicking too much to appreciate the mansion's sense of humor.
His Mercedes rag doll is nowhere to be found, but there's a powdery smoke wafting up from a garbage can in the corner of the room that answers that question.]
I...assume I'm not the only one this is happening to. Has anyone found a way to make it stop?
[He's trying to be calm, really. Really. ...It's just not working.
He won't finish transforming before the event ends since it's pretty late in the event, but he has no reason at all to assume this will end well for him.]
His Mercedes rag doll is nowhere to be found, but there's a powdery smoke wafting up from a garbage can in the corner of the room that answers that question.]
I...assume I'm not the only one this is happening to. Has anyone found a way to make it stop?
[He's trying to be calm, really. Really. ...It's just not working.
[Kurt isn't in his room when he comes onto the screen. Instead, he is in the music room, where he's held Wonderland's glee club meetings. He's over by the piano at first, leaning against it, trying his best to look like he's not feeling anything at all. Then, just in case you weren't paying attention, he lays his hand on the lower keys, letting several loud, deep notes ring out and echo in the room. ] Sorry. My hand slipped. [No, it didn't.]
Between regular events and the general chaos of the holiday season, we haven't held a meeting of Wonderland's glee club for an embarrassingly long time. However, there seems to be some sort of reprieve at the moment, given that we were subjected to the Wonderland's hilarious version of "Christmas magic" for almost two weeks, so now is as excellent a time as any.
To any more recent arrivals - a glee club is a show choir, and we're always open to new members, especially those of you who happened to be in glee clubs back home. [Hi Finn. Hi Brittany.] For those who are unfamiliar, oftentimes we will have a theme for the week, and this week is no exception.
[He pushes himself off of the piano and crosses over to the whiteboard he's brought into the room, and starts to draw something on it.] Glee club, at its heart, is about expressing things you can't find the words to say. And we've all had a tough time in Wonderland in the past year, whether we were tortured by events, or separated from loved ones, or seduced by a handsome older man only to find out that not only does he not swing in your direction, but he apparently doesn't understand basic social conduct, such as not flirting with someone you aren't attracted to. [Kurt gave up on his drawing mid-way through that little rant and just sort of scribbled it out angrily instead because FREAKING DEAN. It was going to be a heart, to represent emotions, but now it's just a very angry bunch of tangled lines.]
So, your assignment for this week is to find a song that properly expresses any toxic emotions you might have left over from the previous year, and let them all out in a cathartic performance. With any luck, it will be highly therapeutic and leave you emotionally cleansed for the new year.
[And before clicking off the post, he smiles a very stepford smile, which totally isn't aimed at anyone in particular. Really. Not at all. Nope. Especially not Dean. Freaking Dean.]
Between regular events and the general chaos of the holiday season, we haven't held a meeting of Wonderland's glee club for an embarrassingly long time. However, there seems to be some sort of reprieve at the moment, given that we were subjected to the Wonderland's hilarious version of "Christmas magic" for almost two weeks, so now is as excellent a time as any.
To any more recent arrivals - a glee club is a show choir, and we're always open to new members, especially those of you who happened to be in glee clubs back home. [Hi Finn. Hi Brittany.] For those who are unfamiliar, oftentimes we will have a theme for the week, and this week is no exception.
[He pushes himself off of the piano and crosses over to the whiteboard he's brought into the room, and starts to draw something on it.] Glee club, at its heart, is about expressing things you can't find the words to say. And we've all had a tough time in Wonderland in the past year, whether we were tortured by events, or separated from loved ones, or seduced by a handsome older man only to find out that not only does he not swing in your direction, but he apparently doesn't understand basic social conduct, such as not flirting with someone you aren't attracted to. [Kurt gave up on his drawing mid-way through that little rant and just sort of scribbled it out angrily instead because FREAKING DEAN. It was going to be a heart, to represent emotions, but now it's just a very angry bunch of tangled lines.]
So, your assignment for this week is to find a song that properly expresses any toxic emotions you might have left over from the previous year, and let them all out in a cathartic performance. With any luck, it will be highly therapeutic and leave you emotionally cleansed for the new year.
[And before clicking off the post, he smiles a very stepford smile, which totally isn't aimed at anyone in particular. Really. Not at all. Nope. Especially not Dean. Freaking Dean.]
Oh, no. No. This is just impossible. I can't work under these conditions.
[He sounds awfully excited for someone who can't work under these conditions though. He's in his closet, thumbing through outfit after outfit, unsatisfied with everything, and yet still gleeful for the challenge.]
...Well. Perhaps I can pull off a miracle somehow. But this is absolutely not enough time to prepare for such a formal occasion. I should have at least a week in advance to make preparations, if not longer. ...Not that it would have helped much this week. As fashion-forward as I was at five years old, trying to plan for that would have simply been a disaster.
[Thanks to the magic of the closets, Kurt is thumbing through an entire row of suits of different kinds - black, shades of gray, pinstripes (Kurt wrinkles his nose at that one - the colors aren't suited to his skin tone at all; why would the closet ever give him that?!), and many, many more, perfectly pressed. It's going to take him forever to decide.]
I suppose I can forgive the mansion for its recent manipulation of my age if we're really getting a formal for the holidays. I do think I'm - [Gasp!] - cautiously optimistic about this one.
[And he flicks off the camera with a grin, so he can go back to his outfit coordinating in peace.]
[ooc: This was meant to go up before midnight, so little Santana would be able to reply before she turns back into a bitchy 16-year-old, so it's backdated by just a couple of hours. ♥]
[He sounds awfully excited for someone who can't work under these conditions though. He's in his closet, thumbing through outfit after outfit, unsatisfied with everything, and yet still gleeful for the challenge.]
...Well. Perhaps I can pull off a miracle somehow. But this is absolutely not enough time to prepare for such a formal occasion. I should have at least a week in advance to make preparations, if not longer. ...Not that it would have helped much this week. As fashion-forward as I was at five years old, trying to plan for that would have simply been a disaster.
[Thanks to the magic of the closets, Kurt is thumbing through an entire row of suits of different kinds - black, shades of gray, pinstripes (Kurt wrinkles his nose at that one - the colors aren't suited to his skin tone at all; why would the closet ever give him that?!), and many, many more, perfectly pressed. It's going to take him forever to decide.]
I suppose I can forgive the mansion for its recent manipulation of my age if we're really getting a formal for the holidays. I do think I'm - [Gasp!] - cautiously optimistic about this one.
[And he flicks off the camera with a grin, so he can go back to his outfit coordinating in peace.]
[ooc: This was meant to go up before midnight, so little Santana would be able to reply before she turns back into a bitchy 16-year-old, so it's backdated by just a couple of hours. ♥]
[If you were expecting a whiny teenager on the network giving an exasperated sigh over how the mansion took far too long with its decorating when it obviously could have just been done in about ten seconds as usual, well. You'll be very surprised. Instead, the camera has turned on by itself, and it's angled down...much farther than usual.
There's no question that it's Kurt - not with that precious bow tie and perfectly coiffed hair anyway. However, he couldn't be older than perhaps five or six years old. He doesn't seem very perturbed by this at all - in fact, Kurt's not even paying attention to the camera at all.
No, instead he's out in the hall, on his tip-toes, trying to reach up and grab a stocking labeled "KURT HUMMEL". Sadly, it's at least a foot and a half out of his grasp. Curses!
He does manage to snag a little bit of dangling silver tinsel in his tiny fingers though, and he yanks it down with a tug. It tears down pretty easily, so the force of the pull causes him to fall over. It sort of stuns him for a second, like he's not quite sure if that hurt enough to cry over or not, but then he gets back up to his feet and pulls down the other side. He watches, fascinated as the remaining garland extends and reconnects like magic. Wow, that was really cool.
Kurt looks down at the long piece of tinsel in his hands and suddenly, he instantly knows what to do with it. He slings it over his shoulder (after a couple of adorably uncoordinated tries) and manages to get it draped gently around the other side of his neck. After a fickle moment of adjusting it, he looks pretty proud of himself.
After all, he does have the most sparkly beautiful boa ever now. Yeah. You know you're jealous.]
There's no question that it's Kurt - not with that precious bow tie and perfectly coiffed hair anyway. However, he couldn't be older than perhaps five or six years old. He doesn't seem very perturbed by this at all - in fact, Kurt's not even paying attention to the camera at all.
No, instead he's out in the hall, on his tip-toes, trying to reach up and grab a stocking labeled "KURT HUMMEL". Sadly, it's at least a foot and a half out of his grasp. Curses!
He does manage to snag a little bit of dangling silver tinsel in his tiny fingers though, and he yanks it down with a tug. It tears down pretty easily, so the force of the pull causes him to fall over. It sort of stuns him for a second, like he's not quite sure if that hurt enough to cry over or not, but then he gets back up to his feet and pulls down the other side. He watches, fascinated as the remaining garland extends and reconnects like magic. Wow, that was really cool.
Kurt looks down at the long piece of tinsel in his hands and suddenly, he instantly knows what to do with it. He slings it over his shoulder (after a couple of adorably uncoordinated tries) and manages to get it draped gently around the other side of his neck. After a fickle moment of adjusting it, he looks pretty proud of himself.
After all, he does have the most sparkly beautiful boa ever now. Yeah. You know you're jealous.]
