Elliot's Empire

[Anonymouse]

"I don't think we did."

The woman chuckles, and lightly pushes something into each of his hand--like a fluffy ball of some kind.

"Now here, hold these, mm? You can't be tugging at anything while we work you over..."

[Harri-chan]

Elliot grasped at the balls, and leaned his head back to peer up at the two pretty women in confusion.

"You sound as if you're more used to talking to children than an important figure like me", he muttered, yet their voices were so soothing he'd done as they said anyway.

[Anonymouse]

Pretty indeed! The blonde smiles, and pecks Elliot's forehead lightly, brushing some of the pink hair out of his eyes.

"Shhh, top worrying so much, we're almost ready, and then we can start shooting, mm?"

[Harri-chan]

Elliot felt himself smiling at the peck to his forehead, before a moment of panic overcame him. Had he really just seen pink hair? He looked up at the blonde, who's hair colour was plain to see, and blushed brightly at the way she continued to speak.

"S-Stop talking to me like that...", he groaned, yet despite the embarassment, it had quite a relaxing effect.

[Anonymouse]

The woman beams lightly, tightening...is that a belt? It feels a bit weird for a belt, around Elliot's waist.

"^^ Don't get all worked up, okay? Now--remember, in case you lose your way, we've got teleprompter set up behind the camera, mmkay?"

She fluffs the boy's...pants? They feel awfully loose. Airy, even.

"But try not to stare. There's gonna be a live audience you know, so we want to try and keep everything natural."

[Harri-chan]

Elliot squirmed in the chair, unable to take his eyes off the woman, gazing at her as if in a trance as she adjusted his clothing, which something in the back of his head told him was feeling very wrong.

"I don't remembering giving anyone words for a teleprompter, where did they come from?", he asked, his hands still occupied by the fluffy balls as he went to climb out if the chair and up onto his feet.

[Anonymouse]

The women let him--help him, in fact, tugging him up lightly...and leading him towards a door. There's light coming out from under it.

"Well we wrote them, of course! Ms. Jones has been getting this show ready all week..."

[Harri-chan]

Elliot looked puzzled, wondering how Madison could have been planning it, while he followed the blonde to the door with the light behind it. He drew a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts... his mind still feeling a little hazy from the relaxing treatment in the chair.

"Right... let's do this".

[Anonymouse]

She chuckles...and the blonde leads her through the door, closing it behind them as she emerges on stage!

"Ladies aaaaand gentlemen! Let me introduce you..."

She gently pulls Elliot into full view...the screen opposite to them revealing Elliot's new look!

"...To Muffin TV's new mascot, Muffi Sugarplum. Say hello, dear."

Opposite her, the teleprompter shows Anne-Marie's line, followed by one from 'Muffi': [(PERKY) "Nice to meet everyone!" (Giggle, curtsey) "I'm gonna be the best mascot I can be!"]

[Harri-chan]

Elliot was wearing the biggest smile as he followed Anne-Marie out onto the stage, and with her helpful tug he stepped forward to wave to the audience... when he saw the screen, with Marie-Anne stood beside the pink-haired mascot. He hesitated, lowering one arm... seeing the 'girl' on screen do the same, and his heart nearly stopped.

A staggering wave of dizziness came over him as he stood there in the little vest top and widely flared skirt, feeling the gaze of the audience as Anne-Marie's sweet voice echoed in his head about the live TV viewed that would be watching. He stared at the woman for a moment before turning to the prompter.

Would people recognise him? He could hardly recognise himself. Maybe the least damaging way to proceed was to... play along. As embarassing as that would be, the idea of revealing the truth on live TV was much worse. If he got through this, he could fire people later.

"Nice to... meet everyone!", he called out, trying to soften his voice, which was hardly masculine to begin with. His cheeks burned bright red as he bent his knees and curtseyed to the camera, his chest tightening as he knew somewhere Maduson would be watching.

"I'm going to be the best mascot I can be!", he added, thrusting both Pom poms above his head, shaking them enthusiastically while his knees trembled and threatened to buckle beneath him as he thought about how many people must be seeing this.

[Anonymouse]

Madison shoots her a smile.

"Isn't she a peach?"

She squeezes the boy's shoulder.

"Now Muffi! Tell us, what are some of your favorite things?"

She gives Elliot an amused look...as the prompter scrolls down.

[(Giggle) "Well, cheerleading, quality programming, and..." (Pause, pom-poms behind back) "..Boys!"]

[Harri-chan]

Elliot nearly fainted when he saw the responses lined up for him to say. He thought about ignoring the prompter and coming up with his own, but he was still so shocked, he couldn't think for himself.

"Well, cheerleading", he giggled, "quality programming and...". He shifted the Pom-poms begins his back, wearing a very genuine embarassed look as he briefly glanced at Madison, then shyly at Anne-Marie, gulping.

"... boys".

[Anonymouse]

Madison, for the record, seems to have come onstage when Muffi was distracted! Certainly not because the narrator typoed...but now that she looks, the boy can also see Brom sitting in the crowd, staring.

Ms. Jones smiles between Muffi and Anne-Marie. "And she'll be showing us her routine after the break! Stay tuned!"

With that, the prompter goes dark, as a commercial starts to play...the curtains closing for the moment.

"My, you're a natural, aren't you?"

[Harri-chan]

Elliot threw the pink Pom poms down at the feet of Ms. Jones, and tried to flatten the short skirt with both hands. He met her gaze and glared, but it was impossible to feel like he had even an ounce of authority over her while dressed like this.

"You're fired!", he said, trying to keep his voice down, still in 'Muffi's' pitch. His blue eyes looked down over the cheerleading outfit in shame.

"This is ridiculous!".

[Anonymouse]

The woman smirks, resting one hand on her hip, looking down at the boy.

"Problem, Muffi? I think you're taking to the job rather well."