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| The Dickens You Say; Holidays in Llanview | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 2 2009, 10:02 AM (278 Views) | |
| Nukester | Dec 2 2009, 10:02 AM Post #1 |
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Roxy's Xmas Dickens's Fair Party surprised Oliver Fish. "This is actually fun," he confessed to his lover, Kyle. "I told you you'd like it, once you go into it." Kyle Lewis straightened the collar of Fish's 19th Century British Police Officer costume. Originally, Kyle was going to be Sherlock Holmes. But when Ollie went for Bobby, Lewis switched to street-urchin and/or ragamuffin. That way he could be chased and chastened all evening by his hot cop. They'd had no end of fun playing their roles. Especially because Roxy Balsom dressed down as a common tart. Lewis teased her about it, "Not much of a stretch." "Hey!" she grabbed the knave's ear and twisted it lightly. "How'd you like your chestnuts roasted on that open fire, brato?" They laughed. "'ello? 'ello? 'ello?" Fish filled his role in British accent. "What do we have here? Has this wag been bothering you, madam? Shall I haul him off to the hoosgow?" Balsom flirted with the officer, brushing up against him playfully. "Maybe just a little police retention -- or a time-out in the corner." She pointed to the dais she'd set up where couples got their foto taken under the mistletoe. Kyle made as if to scamper off. Oliver grabbed his arm. "Yer goin' no-where lad, except to that chair where you'll receive your due." He pulled his partner (who pretended to try to get away) across the room, where they waited for David Vickers to finish having pictures taken of himself. At last Ollie pushed Kyle faux-roughly onto the settee, then joined him up close and snug. Markko Rivera asked them, "Is it okay with you if I videotape this, as well? It's for my film class at the university." "Sure." "No worries," the couple agreed. "Great. Everyone who's in it will get a copy of the video when it's done." - - - - - Kyle and Ollie had forgotten about the student's promise, until they received a DVD in the mail six (to eight) weeks later. A form letter explained that the documentary had received a "B" grade and taught the film student a lot in the process. Markko also reminded everyone he was available to shoot weddings and other events at "discount prices." Kyle handed the DVD to Oliver, who was closer to the player. "Pop it in, man." He did and they sat next to each other on the couch to watch Llanview's Many Winter Observances. Fish frowned, "Kinduva dry title." Not long thereafter he added, "Sorta Ken Burns-ish." "Yeah," his boyfriend agreed. "It's good, but not inspired." Moments later he appended, "Now that's interesting. I didn't know we had an active coven in town. Cool beans!" "Didn't you? We got a complaint last spring from some BibleThumper that there was a satanic cult dancing naked and sacrificing babies. McBain knew all about them and told me the woman was nuts and to ignore her. He says she shows up each year at the equinox with the same complaint. The Wiccans are totally above board and respectful." "John's a pretty cool guy." "He is. Oh, this must be us," Oliver got excited. The documentary keyed the subtitle, "Dickens Comes to Angel Square" which dissolved out of focus into the blur of Christmas lights on Roxy's enormous tree, then refocused as it pulled out revealing the crowd of guests dressed in Victorian attire. The hostess curtsied to the camera, revealing enough bosom to nudge the film's rating from G to PG-13 (within millimeters of -17). "Welcome to me an-annul Dickens' Christmas Bash," she said rising. "Me lords, I hopes you have a Tiny Tim time." The two men looked at each other as Lewis chuckled. "She is such a piece of work." "I know. Ya gotta love her." The narrator explained the Dickens' Fair phenomenon as practiced across the country and the segment proved to be visually rich and whimsical. The men laughed several times during the short piece--once at themselves, when they were shown as The Bobby trying to catch The Bad Lad, weaving in and out of couples across the room. Kyle complained, "Your Bobby whistle was annoying, after about the second blast." "I know," Ollie grinned pleased at how obnoxious he'd been with it. Then they shared another chuckle when the videographer caught Morris gnawing at the trunk of the Christmas tree. The taxidermied beaver quickly played possum, when it realized it was caught on camera. Later Oliver uuuued, "Ahhh, Destiny was so cute in that outfit. She must have had on 5 petticoats under her skirt." "And she finally got Mathew to kiss her under the mistletoe." He pointed at Destiny grabbing the very doubtful looking Mathew by the cravat and pulling him into one big smootch-a-roo. The cop predicted anxiously, "Speaking of which, there's David. We're next." The men slightly tensed wondering how the film was going to treat their gay kiss. However, Vicker's preening, as if part of another Have-a-Seat Hemorrhoid Wipes commercial, did enable them to grin, momentarily. And tho Oliver missed it, Kyle caught Markko's snarky choice of background music for the segment: "I’m Getting Nuttin’ for Christmas:" Lewis didn't point it out, however, because now he worried what tune might be paired behind them. Fish wondered, "What was David supposed to be?" "I think he was a fop or dandy." The scene panned up to the mistletoe and froze, fading to silence. Fish figured that was it, "We got cut." "No, wait." Faintly a men's choir began singing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen." The camera slowly panned back down from the sprig as a special effect of sparkling snowflakes rotated and drifted down along with the pan: down, down until Oliver and Kyle were framed kissing lovingly in a wreath of ice-crystals glinting prismatically. After nearly 30 seconds highlighting the couple in slow-mo, the snowflakes merged into a soft whiteness. The music disappeared and the next title faded in: "Hmong Holiday Traditions." For a moment the lovers stared at their tv before turning to discover each had misty eyes, at which point they passionately fell into one-another's lips. The End. In case anyone missed my Xmas poem, I'm reposting it hereunder so as not to spare you. Twas the Night Before Kishmet with appologies to: Twas the Night Before Christmas (A Visit from St. Nicholas) by Clement C. Moore Adulterated by Nukester "Gingerlover" 'Twas the night before Kishmet, when all through th' frat house, Not a brother was stirring, not even the soused; The empties were tossed by the chimney no care In the knowledge that pledges soon would clean there; The plebes were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of hazing pain pestered their heads; And Ollie in his geek-T, and Kyle in his strap :woo: Had just settled their brains for a short evening's nap, When down in the lounge there arose such a clatter, They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter. Away to the stairway they flew like a flash, Leapt down all the stair-steps, to the room full of trash! The state of the place that they witnessed below. Made painfully clear, the clean-up they'd know. When, what to the frat pledges' eyes should appear, But a beerbarrel keg, and huge German steins' beer! And a bold little barkeep, so lively and quick, They knew in a moment, this must be some trick! But more rapid than eagles the drinkers they came, As Morris whistled, shouted, and called them by name: "Now, _ Skyler! _ now, _ Vickers! _ now, _ Cramer _ and _ Vixen! _ [a.k.a. Crazy Stacy] On, _ Cristian_on_Layla! _ on, _ Manning _ and _ Evans!_ [Destiny, Dr. Greg, or Shaun--your choice.] Come! Come! Fill up your mugs! Come-on, let's have a ball! We've plenty of booze, enough for you all!" As dry heaves oft follow a fraternity guy, After debauchery that reached for the sky So up in the frat house the drinking ensued, From the vodka and beer, to Tanqueray, too. But as it began, they heard up on the roof The prancing and pawing of odd little hoofs. Kappa Alpha Delta turned at the sound, Of Roxy Balsom, plopping thru the chimney down. She was dressed all in spandex, from her head to her foot. And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of bottles she clung o'er her back, And she looked like a bootlegger opening her pack. Her eyes--how they squinted! her tresses--how hairy! Her cheeks were, like, sallow, her pose quite contrary! Her soused little mouth was drawn up like a ho, And the color her lips, embellished the show. Fish rubbed his neck back, and he clenched tight his teeth There's more here than floozy, but what's underneath? Kyle sensed it too. Had he seen her on tellie? Oh what the hell? I'll drink full my belly. And once Roxy had them, forgetting themselves Tipsy and happy, and into their selves. She propped them on a couch, leaning head to head. Knowing soon they'd be sneaking into FIsh or Kyle's bed. She malaproped her words, going gayly to her work, Whispering things naughty and winking with a smirk. Setting fire in their friendship enough so that it rose Into love for one another that smoldered -- then glows. Here work here was done, so Morris got a whistle And both of them fled, as if lashed to a missile. But Kyle heard her call, as she staggered* out of sight, _ "Happy Kishmet to all, and to all a good-night!" _ *yeah, well, you try walking on snow in heels after shimmying down a flue stuck with a procupine on your back. |
| lloydletta | Dec 2 2009, 12:30 PM Post #2 |
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Thanks for a good laugh and a quick break from work. |
| appleridge | Dec 2 2009, 12:41 PM Post #3 |
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That Was Amazing!!! |
| TimeToFly | Dec 2 2009, 12:56 PM Post #4 |
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James
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Great job again!! |
| b32guy | Dec 2 2009, 02:11 PM Post #5 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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I agree =- really really cool! In a Christmasy sort of way. |
| astrolatry | Dec 3 2009, 12:33 AM Post #6 |
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I love this! Christmas with Kish is proving to be fruitful for fan fiction. |
| kyboom | Dec 3 2009, 09:41 PM Post #7 |
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Michael
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:grin: Great job Nukester! Love Roxy and the boys! |
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