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FH Awards, Month Three [OOC-but-IC]

Hey. Marty asked me to fill in for him hosting these things. He has, like, other stuff to do. Which is fine and all, but ... I have no idea how to do these. We don't have any musical performances this time.

*looks utterly uncomfortable*

I guess I just, like, announce them?

Best performance, male: Logan Echolls (

psycho_jackass)
Best performance, female: Aeryn Sun (

can_be_more
Best performance, object: Fandom Monster (

fh_anonymous)
OTP: Six/Wednesday Addams (

_notanumber/

addamsdaughter)
Best teacher: Ted "Theodore" Logan (

wyld_stallyn)
Best student: Bridge Carson (

bridge_carson)
Best townie: Anthony Crowley (

crawley_demon)
Best parent/guardian: William Adama (

_original_emo)
Best scene, dramatic: Angelus vs. Logan
Best scene, comedic: Annie the Vampire Slayer
Best journal, content:

fandom_therapy
Best journal, layout:

drgrissom
Cusack's Choice: DEATH (

death_n_binky). For the jazz hands, lack of glands, and feminine wiles.

[OOC: As always, the praise for running this shindig and making the banners goes to

oatmanspatient. Acceptance speeches should be in-character. And many, many congratulations to all of the deserving winners.]

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Pick up your award here. Ramble too much, and the band might play you off.

*DEATH, given the serious nature of the award, chooses to wear his most fashionable rhinestone and duct tape mini-dress, complete with a tiara and stilleto heels. The rubber duck is on his shoulder, quacking in awe. It appears to be wearing a small, duct tape tuxedo.*

*DEATH pauses to check some notes, and then removes a small squirt bottle from his bag. He sprays water on his face and then, after brief consideration, on the duck's as well.*

Aeryn looks at her award strangely. She has never been more confused, and that's saying something.

"Um. I don't know if you just really like emo or if it was for that thing I did- you know, that thing- but it's good to know you're all enjoying... me. And I should really thank John, because if it weren't for him, I would be really very boring. Thank you."

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William Adama steps up to the podium.

"Students, faculty, and staff of Fandom, I thank you for this award. It just proves to me ~~that you're all Cylons~~ that being a harsh disciplinarian can pay off. Special thanks to my honorary children, Cally and Anders. Without them, I would not know the healing power of hugs."

William Adama clears his throat.

"To my son Lee, I say...I hope your toast is keeping you company. Now, I must return to the Galactica ~~and tell them I have found the Cylon stronghold~~ and assume my duties. Thank you."

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Anakin stepped onto the stage blushing.

"Um, I'd like to not thank any of you. You know, at all. You took pictures instead of trying to, I dunno, bludgeon me into unconsciousness or something. Or took me to sing karaoke--Faith, I'm looking at you."

He stared down at the rostrum. "Gremlins are a menace. I don't thank them either."

He picked up his award and stomped off into the wings.

A mass of gremlins run up onto the stage. Some of them are are carrying frogs. All are wearing various pieces of formal wear. Earl follows wearing his Secret Disguise Tie (TM). He has a frog on his head.

They get up to the microphone and a scuffle ensues among the gremlins as they try to decide who will speak. Released frogs hop across the stage in various directions. Earl watched in confusion.

Then Snookums flew up onto the stage and shot a fireball at the gremlins, who fled. Earl stepped up and picked up the award in his mouth while Snookums roared.

Earl and Snookums walked off the stage together leaving a few abandoned frogs behind.

"Dude. Seriously? Dude! Dude. Duuuuude."

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[Clears his throat]

To all of you who voted, I should say thank you. I should show some appreciation. That would be the proper thing to do.

Instead, let me say this.

You are all barking mad. You're completely off your nut. I'm utterly gob-smacked at the notion any of you would do this. It's almost as if you enjoy my torments...and if you do, I encourage you to pop into my little bird's office and get yourself some help.

Right.

Much love to my peeps, shout out to ma angel, an' da 555. Y'all feel me?

[He saunters off, clutching his award tightly.]

For a moment the lights dim. Then a spotlight appears on a cage that is large enough for a tall man - or even a vampire - to stand up in. It is being held aloft by a team of gremlins which carry it over to the podium. Inside is Angelus. Black shirt, black leather pants - too bad the chains around his wrists clash so horribly with his outfit. Could've been an US Weekly "Hit" otherwise.

Logan enters a moment later. He's got a bandolier of stakes across his chest and a SuperSoaker leaning against his shoulder. He steps up to the podium and taps the microphone. "Thank you," he said. "This is an honor. It truly is."

Angelus smirked. "Like you would've gotten any of it without me."

Logan rolled his eyes. "No, and I wouldn't have a broken arm or a traumatized girlfriend either, so thank you so very much."

"Hey, I was going to give you immortality, blood, violence, and all the men and/or women that your tongue could cope with," Angelus replied. "Don't blame me because the white hats had to ruin our fun."

"Yeah, but you had to go for the big drama. Did it ever occur to you just to ask? I might've said yes," Logan said.

"Oh right. Skip the beginning, go right to the climax." Angelus tsked. "This is why I hardly ever turn teenagers. You boys can't sustain a fight for more than five seconds. Eight if you stop to think about baseball."

Logan turned around and squirted Angelus with the SuperSoaker.

Angelus hissed, jerking against his chains. He then gave Logan a smug look. "Aw, did I hit a tender spot? How disappointing. Guess the jokes about size actually mattering wouldn't be a waste either then?"

Logan shrugged. "Hey, you wanted me. Don't try to retcon it like I wasn't good enough."

"And because of me you're the man you are today," Angelus replied. His dark eyes glinted with satisfaction. "I love being able to do that even when they slap me with the soul."

Logan gritted his teeth and turned back to the audience. "I'd like to thank my parents, especially my dad. Wouldn't have been here without you, Pops."

"I dunno." Angelus stretched his hands up to grasp onto the bars at the top of the cage. "Toss mom in there too. Your abandonment issues were a scream to work with. Literally."

Logan rested the SuperSoaker on the podium and put a hand on one of the stakes. "Look, do we have to keep him alive? He's chained up; I could take him easy."

Out in the audience Principal Bristow raised his right eyebrow 1.4 mm.

"All right!" Logan took his hand off his stake. "I'd also like to thank Anakin and Callisto for bringing me presents in the clinic, and of course, Rory." He flinched. "Sorry about this, baby."

"What? You haven't told her yet that you're gay?"

"I'm not gay," he sighed, and shot Angelus with the water gun again.

Angelus turned so that the water only nicked his side. "You know Freud might have a different opinion on the subject."

"You gonna thank anyone, or should we just stuff the soul back in right now?

"Gosh, I thanked so many people when I won last time. Not, by the way, that I'm implying you only won best male because I got knocked out of the picture." Angelus looked thoughtful. "Let's see - God. Mom. Dad. Apple pie. Hugo Boss. Virgins who know just the right way to scream - no reason at all why I'm looking at you when I say that, Logan. And especially all the folks trying to desoul the pathetic Brooding Wonder and everybody who I will torture, destroy, and horribly murder once the aforementioned folks are sucessful at that. Again no reason at all why I'm looking at you when I say that, Logan."

Logan put his hand over his heart. "It's good to know I feature so highly in your hopeless fantasies."

"You are the highest feature in my fantasies about the hopeless."

Logan turned back to the audience. "Thanks, folks. Glad you could make. Try the snickerdoodles."

"Be seeing you," Angelus added, though his eyes remained firmly on Logan.

On behalf of all me and all the cylon clones of Sigmund Freud who work dilligently at

fandomtherapy to put smiles on your faces and hope and joy back in your emo hearts, I thank you for this honor. Door's open 24/7. We're glad to have you.

*bounces up on stage, wearing moon shoes*

"Uhm, I'd just like to say... thanks to everyone who voted for me, I couldn't have done it without the help of all my friends, and I hope you'll all come see us in the pageant next week!"

Logan leaned on the podium and clasped his hands in front of him. "I'd like to thank God, my parents, and all the little people."

A gremlin peeked out hopefully from the side of the stage.

"Metaphorical little people," Logan told it. The gremlin sagged in disappointment and disappeared into the wings. "I'd also like to thank Angelus for being the rat bastard he is. Rory, for being the best ~~living prop~~ girlfriend a guy could have. Jake and Krycek for rescuing Rory and giving me a guilt trip at the same time. Way to multitask, guys!" Logan picked up the award and left, then came back to the podium. "Oh, uh, thanks for the cross, Parker," he said unenthusiastically.