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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, BARBARA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 816.19.528.16 *** wiggles has joined 816.19.528.16 <wiggles> Hello, this is Ima Wiggles. <wiggles> How can I get this machine to stop calling me Barbara? I don't go by that name anymore. <wiggles> If you'd like to speak with me please leave a message!

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[thekindestdemon]

[While Lust predominantly performs in the late hours at the theater, she spends plenty of time there when she isn't actually about to go on stage. She likes the atmosphere of the place, and her fellow theater folk. And of course it's a good place to be seen by the sort of men she makes most of her money off of.]

[And of course she keeps and maintains her elaborate performance costumes here. It's easier than carting them to and from her manor. The damn things need so much maintenance, though! All the thin threads and delicate scarves and strings of tiny discs and beads...they're always tearing and breaking. At least this time of evening, she can listen to the show as she works. Some of the other performers...they're extremely talented. And seem better trained, vocally, than she is.]

[Which is why she slithers backstage and curls her twenty five feet of thick tail beneath her, to see if she can catch Miss Wiggles after her performance. The woman's voice is simply breathtaking, and she's curious about her training. And if she has any advice she'd be willing to share.]

[gourmandized]

[Ima basks in the applause once she finishes her number. It means so much to her, but not for the same reasons Elsa Mars craves it. To Ima, it serves as proof that people can appreciate her for what she's capable of instead of merely what she is. And it's not that they're looking "past" her size, either; one would have to be literally blind for that. They simply don't mind, and that's profoundly liberating. Maybe even more than joining the freak show had been.

Ima slips backwards through the curtain after thanking the audience, guitar in hand, and wipes the sheen of sweat from her forehead (carefully, to avoid scratching herself with those knuckle-thorns). Those lights are hot, and Ima overheats easily as it is. But she's smiling to beat the band, and when she spots Lust, she gives the snake-woman a cheerful wave.]

[thekindestdemon]

Another splendid performance, Miss Wiggles.

[Lust claps delicately and slithers over to the Nymph, smiling amiably. It's really no wonder the other woman draws the crowds she does. And there's something quite charming about a Nymph with such a golden voice.]

You've quite the pipes, as the theater jargon goes. Would you like some water? The stage does take its toll.

[gourmandized]

[God, yes. She'd give just about anything for a cold drink right now.]

I'd love some, thank you. I always feel like I'm roasting under those lights...

<εïз>

[freestyle_chrysalis]

Hello Wiggles-san!

This is Rei Ryugazaki, and since today is Valentine's Day I wished to share with you a quote that I recalled.

"A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love." By Saint Basil.

Thank you for your kindness and Happy Valentine's Day.

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

You're so sweet, thank you! A Happy Valentine's Day to you as well.

[This is so wonderful she can't even bring herself to insist he call her "Ima" again. It would be like throwing a gift back in his face.]

How have you settled in so far?

<εïз>

[freestyle_chrysalis]

I have, in fact, I have talked to Haruka-senpai and inquired about getting a job there! I don't like being indebted to people, and I would much rather work alongside my friends! I was thinking that perhaps being some sort of stage manager would be nice or even a makeup artist if I could find more books on the matter!

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

We do need a stage manager! Our last one up and disappeared on us...

[Which is depressing, because not only had said stage manager been Ima's friend and feeding partner, she'd been a fellow carnie-type before Ryslig, too. It had come as quite a blow to Ima, and she's still sore about it.]

Though I'm sure there are plenty of books on makeup to be found in Bavan's libraries, too.

<FräuleinElsa>

[istherelifeonmars]

Ima. I am sorry to disturb you on what is a performance night for you, if I correctly recall as much.

Has your mother gone?

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

She has. I took care of things.

[If that's not ominous as all hell, nothing is. It's still far less awful than admitting outright that she snapped the bitch's neck.]

What about the others? Pepper, Ma Petite and Massimo?

<FräuleinElsa>

[istherelifeonmars]

All gone. Though... they had left me, before they departed Ryslig, if that makes sense to you.

It's terribly quiet now.

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

The visitors seemed to take a turn for the worse before they all disappeared. Is that why they left?

I know they weren't real, none of them, but I miss them all the same. Your three, that is...I hope I never have to encounter my mother or any more copies of her again for as long as I live.

<εïз> 10/01

[freestyle_chrysalis]

Wiggles-san, please excuse this message but my physical appearance vastly depends on passing this along!

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

What in the world are you talking about, Rei?

<εïз>

[freestyle_chrysalis]

My utmost apologies, Wiggles-san! I have received this message and as it states on the bottom if I wish to avoid a terrible fate I will have to pass it to 10 others.

I really do have faith that you know 10 other people and avoid being cursed as well.

Please spread this message, I hope none of my friends end up cursed.

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

I will -not- pass on a message to avoid being "cursed" to look "freakier," if it's all the same to you. As a proud freak I can't help but find that sentiment hurtful.

Left on Ima's doorstep on December 25th, early morning

[pawntakesking]

[There is a package on the step on Christmas morning. It is about a foot long, and very neatly wrapped in green paper tastefully decorated with silver snowflakes. Under the wide silver ribbon that's been carefully wrapped around it, there is a parchment envelope with IMA WIGGLES written on it in green ink, in neat, flowing handwriting.]

[The package contains a large box of luxury chocolates, with three layers. Regulus can't really afford this the way he feels he should be able to, but some things are important.]

[The envelope contains a Christmas card. Inside, written very small to fit it all in the card, is the following:]

Dear Ima,

First of all, Happy Christmas, if you celebrate it, and a Happy New Year.

And with that out of the way, I would like to apologise. I understand that I have behaved appallingly, and at the time, I didn't at all understand why you were so upset. I made the mistake of assuming that my own understanding of the world was the only one that mattered; I have always grown up with the understanding that there are simply some classes of people above and some below. Thanks in no small part to you, I am coming to see that this is not a general truth, that I do not hold any particular superiority by dint of my blood, and that indeed, far from what I had believed, the ingenuity and cultural development of Muggles may place them if anything above the Wizarding world.

I knew that the Dark Lord led me astray. I suppose I thought that I had sufficiently understood that and made amends in my own world. Now I realise that I had only begun to grasp the failure of His ideology. It was His methods that drove me away, when it should have been His beliefs, precisely because they mirrored my own. As a consequence, for all that I put aside their violence, I have been every inch the Death Eater since arriving here, and for that, I am truly and deeply sorry.

I don't expect you to accept the apology, but I would like you to accept the present - I would have provided something a little more personal, but my baking skills are not yet up to scratch. While our relationship may have soured, your company was very much valued while it lasted, and I would venture to say you may have been one of the better friends I have ever had. (There have not, I realise, been many. I doubt this will surprise you.)

I wish you the very best for Christmas and for all the days to come, and I hope you enjoy the attached. With apologies, I remain,

R.A.B.

December 28th, early afternoon

[gourmandized]

[Ima is tremendously surprised when she reads the card; she'd long ago come to the decision that Regulus was completely stuck in his ways, consigning him to her mental list of people to avoid with a broken heart. So she takes three extra days to debate with herself before reacting to the message: should she respond at all, and if so, how?

In the end she chooses to visit the cat cafe, a small, slim package wrapped in red and white striped paper tucked into her purse. When she sees him she calls out quietly, a slight hesitance apparent.]

Regulus?

[pawntakesking]

[He starts a little, almost knocking over the bowl of cat food he just poured out, and the edges of his dark form falter and shiver uncertainly as he straightens up. She's been on his mind for a few days, for obvious reasons, and he's been doing his best to put the whole thing behind him. Having apologised, having made his amends as best he can, he's been assuming that they can just go back to quietly avoiding one another.]

[He did not expect her to show up at his workplace.]

[He manages a small, taut little smile, turning to face her.]

Good afternoon. Can I get you anything?

[gourmandized]

[His tiny, stiff smile is not a good sign. This may have been a very bad idea, but for now she can't exactly walk right back out the door.]

A conversation, perhaps? I received your gift and I'd like to talk.

<ecto-1>

[hauntpadour]

Hello Ima, Egon Spengler here.

I'm working on a project looking for monster-specific pain medications with a few other doctors, and since we don't have a botanist, as a nymph you are our best bet. Would you be willing to help us?

<wiggles>

[gourmandized]

I'm certainly willing to try, but I don't know if I'll be of much help to you. I'm no scientist, after all.

<ecto-1>

[hauntpadour]

Since you can speak to plants and know about them, we figured you would be an invaluable asset.

Backdated to Christmas Day

[pawntakesking]

[On Ima's doorstep on Christmas morning is a cake box, wrapped in gold with an elegant red and black bow atop it. Inside is an assortment of baked goods - gingerbread, cupcakes, slices of chocolate and lemon cake, and a small Christmas cake.]

[There is a note tucked under the ribbon, written in close, curving calligraphy.]

Dear Ima,

Merry Christmas, and welcome back. Believe it or not, all of the contents of this box were made with my own two hands - so please be gentle in your judgement of them! I hope they taste all right, and please do also consider this an open invitation to a discount at the Kit-TEA-Kat Café.

I was very glad to see you again, and while I'm sure that this is all a disconcerting experience, I hope that you know you can always come to me for help or support. I owe you a great deal which only came to fruition after you left; I should like to repay it, if I can.

Merry Christmas again, and a Happy New Year.

With my very best wishes,
R.A. Black

<GiggleGrrl> - Morning, January 14th

[fantabulousandwich]

This is your OFFICIAL notification that the monster pinup calendar photoshoot has been delayed to January 18th, owing to blizzards, burning, alien flesh parasites, and death. Sorry for the short notice, but your friendly neighborhood organizers were trapped in a death hotel, so. Cut us a little slack, okay?

In the meantime, this gives YOU more time to think about the shoot! As you're a Nymph, your calendar month will be March, with the theme of Springtime. Your fellow Nymph is SEVER on the Network; he's a lot nicer than the screenname implies, I promise!

If you have any questions or concerns, or if you died and need to be excused, let us know.

- Harley Quinn