Ring*Con 2007 - Slashfest
Thanks to
Lhiam for taking the time to write this down.
Mark Ferguson: It's Mark and Craig slashfest!!! Oh yeah... This is as we know *slash*, the romantic stories written about real people, it's RP-Slash. Okay, what we will be doing, we'll be bringing out photographs that were taken between Mark and Craig in their private moments. And one team will start that story, that slash story. Ah this is thirteen okay? Not surfaceful romantic as some of the stories are in real.
Lori Dungey: We're gonna act it out on stage?
Mark: No! Lori Dungey! Do you *want* to act it out on stage?
Jed Brophy: We're right behind you.
Mark: So what happens is they act it out on stage if they like...they're gonna tell the story, talk the story...uh...until the next photo comes up and the other team continues the story. So, Lori you can begin.
Lori: One day Craig awoke and put on his possum-Hosen. He was looking, looking for Mark. "Mark?? Where are you?" He looked up, he looked down, he looked all around...
Mark: Next photo!
Thomas Robins: Meanwhile Mark...Mark had felt incredibly lonely. He had just been caught by the policce and was having a mugshot after doing some very naughty things to several kinds of animals although we cannot go into that now...
Mark: No...
Thomas: He looked...
Jonathan Harding: He looked up to the top of the tree and saw his passport. So he said to Craig, "Craig, if we ever want to travel the road again, we must get my passport."
And he helped him up into the tree so they could continue their travels and hold hands in every land in Europe.
Mark: Next photo!
Jed: And being the wonderful person the possum was, he not only found the passport, but decided that Mark looked quite thin and unhappy and so decided to feed him up on homemade possum pizza. Made in the traditional possum-pizza-baking-way. Down through the ages possums had wooed each other and others with possum pizza with a secret ingredient that made them lust after other specific species.
Lori: And so finally with the tummy full of possum pizza Mark knew that he was happy and he showed his love for Craig by wiping his dirty shoes on his backside. "Yes, I like that," said Craig. "Clean your shoes on my backside!" And so they lived happily ever after.
Mark: Next slide!
Thomas: And the following morning of which we cannot talk about what happened during the night...
Lori: Or act it out...
Thomas: Mark woke up, looked in the mirror and said "I am a something beginning with "T"...superman...
Jed: Tyrant.
Thomas: "...tyrant," he said. "I am Mr Tyrant." However, Craig was actually in this photo, but...
Mark: *choking on laughter*
Thomas: The photo was taken by Treebeard, so it was quite high. He did his best not to laugh and continued to look strong. And he was thinking "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Mark: Um...you may as well continue with the last one...
Jonathan, I know, no, I think it's you...
Jonathan: After dress-ups and other things were finished for the evening they went out on a boozy night.
Is that actually you? Whoever took this photo is very, very good. And I think if you notice that you can see something up Craig's nose? Oh no, it must be the pixelation.
So they finished, they found their passport and they travelled - this was taken in Monte Carlo on the beach and they're obviously holding hands and things beneath the photo and they seemed very happy though Mark's very...
Mark: And last one!
Jed: However due to eating some rotten oysters on the honeymoon they had together Craig started to feel rather poorly. It was unfortunate Mark had to go to the doctor to find out a cure, leaving the poor unfortunate newlywed Craig on his own, looking like...this. Which was very unhappy for Craig. When he should've been comforted by the cruel and nasty, tyrantical, pizza-eating, dirt-off-wiping, going-on-a-holiday-on-his-own Mark Ferguson.
Lori: And so Mark came home with the medication for Craig which he applied in his nether regions. And they finished up with a good possum-Hosen-slapdance. Naughty, naughty, naughty Craig!
Thomas: And through Mark's pursed little lips like this he was wondering why is Craig so bored? Why is he yawning when I'm spanking him with this lovely yellow jandal? Was he asleep? What was going on through Mark's mind except "I hope this continues forever. I don't care how tired he is." That says near Harad nearly down the bottom which is a bit of a worry.
Mark: And that was the last photo and that was basically what Craig got for not coming to Ring*Con.
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