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    <title>The Ever-Changing Facets of Reality, Monday, Second Period</title>
    <published>2019-09-23T17:38:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Vanessa held up an envelope and sing-songed to the class, "You've got ~Tyra Mail~!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crossover?" The shows already had that happening in them, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Photoshoot challenge?  In drag?" Vanessa suggested.  Was the Danger Shop programmed for anything that would remotely work for that?  They'd find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were a drag," Vanessa agreed.  "But not &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; drag, which is what you guys will be for this week's challenge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But so help us if you don't smize and booty-tooch," Wade added. "Or make it it fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, the smizing is very important," Vanessa agreed.  "Remember, this is a crossover challenge!  Category is...shit.  Honey, what's our category?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, cheesecake. Of course!" It was combining all his favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Category is: cheesecake," Vanessa repeated.  "So get into drag and get in front of those cameras!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=stickitupmyjinx&amp;ditemid=2373" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>MCA, Vanessa &amp; Wade's Apartment, Saturday Afternoon</title>
    <published>2018-06-30T18:52:08Z</published>
    <updated>2018-06-30T18:52:08Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part wasn't that unusual, either, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vanessa opened the door, told Wade, "I'll be back in five minutes," and slammed it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=stickitupmyjinx&amp;ditemid=2201" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2985473:2003</id>
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    <title>MCA, Vanessa &amp; Wade's Apartment, Sunday Afternoon</title>
    <published>2018-06-03T15:08:06Z</published>
    <updated>2018-06-03T15:10:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Vanessa was in the middle of putting away some laundry when she noticed something.  Something...unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, babe," she called over her shoulder, her arms still full of towels.  "Has this door always been here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((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.))&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=stickitupmyjinx&amp;ditemid=2003" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>Wade &amp; Vanessa's Apartment, Sunday Afternoon</title>
    <published>2017-07-16T23:26:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It was National Ice Cream Day, and Vanessa had had &lt;i&gt;plans&lt;/i&gt;.  You know.  Her usual holiday sort of plans &lt;small&gt;(kinky sex)&lt;/small&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this stupid island had apparently had &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; plans, which was why Vanessa was eating a vat of Haagen-Dazs alone on the couch and sulking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(Open for that guy who lives there and anyone else who might want to stop by.)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=stickitupmyjinx&amp;ditemid=1613" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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