stickitupmyjinx: (Default)
Vanessa held up an envelope and sing-songed to the class, "You've got ~Tyra Mail~!"

"Wait. Wait, I thought we were going to do RuPaul's Drag Race," Wade said, clutching a corset. Because you knew this was bound to happen in this class at some point, right?

Vanessa paused. "But--I spent all that time arts and craftsing this." Although that explained why Wade was dressed as Michelle Visage, down to a rather impressive breastplate. Vanessa hadn't really thought to question it.

"Crossover?" The shows already had that happening in them, so...

"Photoshoot challenge? In drag?" Vanessa suggested. Was the Danger Shop programmed for anything that would remotely work for that? They'd find out!

"Fuck yeah!" And look at that, no bleeping! Wade fist-pumped at the swear going through. "Oh, I'm glad we didn't program the production team this time."

"They were a drag," Vanessa agreed. "But not in drag, which is what you guys will be for this week's challenge!"

"But so help us if you don't smize and booty-tooch," Wade added. "Or make it it fashion."

"Yes, the smizing is very important," Vanessa agreed. "Remember, this is a crossover challenge! Category is...shit. Honey, what's our category?"

"Oh, cheesecake. Of course!" It was combining all his favorite things.

"Category is: cheesecake," Vanessa repeated. "So get into drag and get in front of those cameras!"
stickitupmyjinx: (chilling at home no pants)
It was a normal Saturday afternoon at Casa Carlysle-Wilson, one partner maintaining his armory, the other messing around on her computer, until suddenly Vanessa gasped in delight, jumped off the couch, and ran into the room they'd discovered a few weeks previous, taking her laptop with her, and slammed the door, yelling, "Don't look!" over her shoulder.

That part wasn't that unusual, either, to be honest.

Then Vanessa opened the door, told Wade, "I'll be back in five minutes," and slammed it again.
stickitupmyjinx: (say what)
Vanessa was in the middle of putting away some laundry when she noticed something. Something...unusual.

Actually, it wasn't unusual at all. It had been there all along. She had just walked past it a thousand times without ever noticing it before.

"Hey, babe," she called over her shoulder, her arms still full of towels. "Has this door always been here?"

((OOC: This post brought to you by looking at the MCA floor plans for the first time in a while and immediately asking Elaine, "Did you know Vanessa and Wade's apartment has a study?" Reader, she did not know either.))
stickitupmyjinx: (doubting you)
It was National Ice Cream Day, and Vanessa had had plans. You know. Her usual holiday sort of plans (kinky sex).

Unfortunately, this stupid island had apparently had other plans, which was why Vanessa was eating a vat of Haagen-Dazs alone on the couch and sulking.

(Open for that guy who lives there and anyone else who might want to stop by.)
stickitupmyjinx: (worried/afraid)
Vanessa didn't know her name was Vanessa yet, or anything else. What she did know was that she'd woken up in bed next to someone who looked like the ass side of the moon, and so now there was screaming. A lot of screaming.

Look, she would be really sorry later, but right now this was a bit much to take.

((For that guy.))
stickitupmyjinx: (casual)
With her first class out of the way, Vanessa was working on unpacking her stuff and putting it away in her and Wade's new apartment. There was just one problem: there seemed to be an awful lot of the former tenant's stuff still around. Sure, it had been rented furnished, but she'd just found a drawer that still had socks in it, along with...

"Wade? What's a normal number of fake IDs?"

((For the fiance.))
stickitupmyjinx: (suuuuuuure)
What's that? The info post train already left the station?

Anyway, my oldbies have all been sent off-island for the summer because I'm nuts, but here are my newbies! Based on both of them's box office takings, I'm guessing most of you have some familiarity with them already.

A Hot Chick )

A Stormtrooper in Training )

Questions? Comments? Pie? Gifs?

Voice Mail

May. 6th, 2016 02:48 am
stickitupmyjinx: (suuuuuuure)
"You've reached Vanessa Carlysle. I'm not available at the moment, so please leave your name and number after the beep. If you're calling about...business, this is my personal line. Please call my other number."

BEEP

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