Once More Into the Bleach
Vogue and Lace exchange glances. Inhaling a deep breath, Vogue adjusts the Hepburn shades and then nods to Lace. Taking the cue, Lace knocks on the massive wooden door before them. A muffled, "Come in" seeps it's way from underneath it. As Lace turns the ornate doorknob, X shifts in her seat to glance behind her, expectant.
The door swings slowly open to reveal the two women standing shoulder to shoulder framed by it. In the hall behind them, hospital staff walk efficiently by. One or two glance curiously their way. The psychiatrist leans forward, impatiently motioning for Vogue and Lace to enter. Lace lifts her chin and glides into the room. Vogue does the same. X's gaze follows the two as they seat themselves on either side of her, across the desk from the doctor.
"Dr Freudrogerserikson I presume?"
Dr Freudrogerserikson inhales impatiently, staring at Vogue. Lace shoots her a sideways *knockitoffwe'reindeepdoodoo* glance and then addresses the doctor.
"Hello, I am Dr Lace. I believe you sent for me ::extends her hand:: and for my assistant, ::nods head in Vogues direction:: hypnotherapist Vogue?"
The doctor ignores Lace's extended hand and stands. Lighting a pipe he begins to pace. "Dr, er, Lace, we have a very serious situation happening here. Very serious. Do you happen to understand just how serious?" As he paces he puffs on the pipe, glancing from Lace to Vogue.
"Yes. I do. And I can assure you that it will be handled with the utmost professionality and efficiency." As Lace speaks Vogue bites a nail, looking from the doctor to the doctor to the doctor. X just takes it all in silently.
Dr Freudrogerserikson stops pacing and towers by Lace, "Well if you understand the seriousness of the situation is, can you tell me why you didn't understand it the first time you attempted to remedy it? And also why your assistant is dressed like Sabrina as opposed to Holly Golightly? We've a Queen to unhypnotize and a formal dinner party to attend!" Raising his pipe for emphasis, he returns to his burgundy throne behind the desk.
Squelching an impulse to huff and buff the shiny finish, Lace assures the good doctor that not only will the second attempt to fix the Queen work, but also that Vogue most certainly has the duds for the occasion, packed in a bag still in the limo.
"Very well then. We shall proceed." And with those words Dr Freudrogerserikson rises from his chair once again and strides out of the room, expecting them to follow. Vogue and Lace do follow. As Vogue reaches to close the door behind her, she looks back at X still sitting at the desk. The two follow the psychiatrist down the hall, headed towards the Queen's room. Vogue leans close and whispers to Lace, "Who was that. Back there?" Lace shrugs, wondering the very same thing herself.
Just then the trio turns a corner and is met with 15 dismountees standing at rigid attention outside a closed hospital door. Inside the room the sounds of a loud scuffle begins. Dr Freudrogerserikson rushes to the door and opens it. A VCR that was formerly unplugged is now plugged, it's face flashing the dreaded <12:00> <12:00> <12:00>.
A sparkly gown flashes by. A shriek is heard. A chair would cry out, if chairs could cry out.
The door swings slowly open to reveal the two women standing shoulder to shoulder framed by it. In the hall behind them, hospital staff walk efficiently by. One or two glance curiously their way. The psychiatrist leans forward, impatiently motioning for Vogue and Lace to enter. Lace lifts her chin and glides into the room. Vogue does the same. X's gaze follows the two as they seat themselves on either side of her, across the desk from the doctor.
"Dr Freudrogerserikson I presume?"
Dr Freudrogerserikson inhales impatiently, staring at Vogue. Lace shoots her a sideways *knockitoffwe'reindeepdoodoo* glance and then addresses the doctor.
"Hello, I am Dr Lace. I believe you sent for me ::extends her hand:: and for my assistant, ::nods head in Vogues direction:: hypnotherapist Vogue?"
The doctor ignores Lace's extended hand and stands. Lighting a pipe he begins to pace. "Dr, er, Lace, we have a very serious situation happening here. Very serious. Do you happen to understand just how serious?" As he paces he puffs on the pipe, glancing from Lace to Vogue.
"Yes. I do. And I can assure you that it will be handled with the utmost professionality and efficiency." As Lace speaks Vogue bites a nail, looking from the doctor to the doctor to the doctor. X just takes it all in silently.
Dr Freudrogerserikson stops pacing and towers by Lace, "Well if you understand the seriousness of the situation is, can you tell me why you didn't understand it the first time you attempted to remedy it? And also why your assistant is dressed like Sabrina as opposed to Holly Golightly? We've a Queen to unhypnotize and a formal dinner party to attend!" Raising his pipe for emphasis, he returns to his burgundy throne behind the desk.
Squelching an impulse to huff and buff the shiny finish, Lace assures the good doctor that not only will the second attempt to fix the Queen work, but also that Vogue most certainly has the duds for the occasion, packed in a bag still in the limo.
"Very well then. We shall proceed." And with those words Dr Freudrogerserikson rises from his chair once again and strides out of the room, expecting them to follow. Vogue and Lace do follow. As Vogue reaches to close the door behind her, she looks back at X still sitting at the desk. The two follow the psychiatrist down the hall, headed towards the Queen's room. Vogue leans close and whispers to Lace, "Who was that. Back there?" Lace shrugs, wondering the very same thing herself.
Just then the trio turns a corner and is met with 15 dismountees standing at rigid attention outside a closed hospital door. Inside the room the sounds of a loud scuffle begins. Dr Freudrogerserikson rushes to the door and opens it. A VCR that was formerly unplugged is now plugged, it's face flashing the dreaded <12:00> <12:00> <12:00>.
A sparkly gown flashes by. A shriek is heard. A chair would cry out, if chairs could cry out.
posted by BlackVelvetLace | 8:35 PM
2 Comments:
Oh Lace, it's so good to see you! I've missed you. That must have been some "party" we were having.
Now we've got a rabid Queen on the loose again! Just like old times, huh? ;)
And-- once more, you've cracked me up girl!
Hiya Sweet! Sorry for the delay. So much going on round here lately. Hehehe.
Yep and that rabid Queen has a party to get to in just hours. Hopefully Vogue and Dr Lace can unhypnotize her before the big event. Where she can come *face to face* with the masked banana boy-Seth. :P
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