dr_robchase | [For Veronica and Karen]

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[For Veronica and Karen]

He'd seen his name on the bulletin board and his little cute 'pseudonym' and he'd immediately gone in search of, oh, maybe an explanation or two or maybe to wonder just who was cruel enough to have done that to him. Not to mention he had to find out who was in charge of the whole thing and plead with them to let him off the hook, seeing as he didn't even want to do it in the first place.

Because...god, everyone was going to laugh and it was going to be miserable.

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Chase didn't have to look far for those responsible. After a chat with the Doctor, it had only been right for them to find and inform Chase himself. It looks as if he's already found out, however. We've got the Doctor on our side. Just how do we convince Chase himself?

"Hey there," Veronica called out, smiling too cheerfully.

Chase really did look a little too grumpy, but between her and Veronica, Karen knew they'd get him to do it. Especially if the Doctor held up his end.

"Hi," she said, and gave him a quick once over. Maybe while getting Chase dressed, they could give him a few...helpful tips on color coordination. Or maybe just burn everything.

Chase gave the two of them a suspicious look apiece, knowing that there were various people on the Island dastardly enough to put his name on that list and when they were together like this, well, it boded ill.

"Hi," he drew out the word, eyes still narrowed. "Did you two...?"

"Did we what?" Veronica asked. She almost pressed her hand to her chest, feigning innocence, but even she was aware that would be carrying the game too far. Instead, she smiled, eyebrow arching slightly. "Sign you up for an evening of fun? Possibly."

"I think we did," Karen agreed with a look at Veronica, then she turned back and beamed at Chase. "It's going to be a blast."

His hands had fallen to his hips and he'd opened his mouth to protest at least four times already, but nothing was coming out, possibly due to his intense distaste for it. Eventually, he summoned words. "Why! Why would you do this to me?"

"Because you've got girl hips," Veronica said simply, nodding to Chase and his akimbo stance, "and such pretty hair. Come on, it'll be so much fun." She clasped her hands together, eyes widening, as if pleading. "We'll help you get ready," she added, singsong.

A tiny bit of a surprised laugh escaped before Karen could stop herself, but now that Veronica mention it, Chase did have a bit of a girly figure in the hip area. "This is much better than I thought," she said quietly to Veronica.

Chase raised both hands to heaven before giving the girls a completely horrified look, shaking his head in distress. "No," he said immediately, then, "Why? I mean...what kind of ready?"

Veronica bit her lip, giving an excited little bounce and nudging Karen, hands clasped together. "The kind where we help you find an outfit, pick what you're gonna perform," she said. "It's like prom, except I'm actually interested."

Karen's head bobbed in an excited nod in counterpart to Veronica's excitement. "And your hair's already perfect, so we won't need to touch it. We haven't picked a song yet, though."

Chase gave them both the same glare he'd had on his face since he caught up with them. "Name what I get out of this so I don't go running off into the hills and hide?" he demanded.

"We won't break into your house and burn your vests?" Veronica suggested, wrinkling up her nose thoughtfully. "Plus there's a diminished chance of getting eaten by dinosaurs if you just stick around." Ooh, Karen was right. They needed a song. They needed something good.

"I'm going to have to go with Veronica on the burning your clothes part," Karen said, shrugging like she just couldn't help but agree.

She looked at Veronica thoughtfully. "What do you think, is Land Down Under too obvious?"

"Don't touch my clothes," he warned, a little colder now because while a lot of people might have made fun of him for his clothing, it was still his and he wanted it unharmed. "Oh come on, I am right here. This is ridiculous!" he railed, more than a little angry.

"We're not gonna touch your clothes," Veronica said dryly, head tilting to the side as she folded her arms. Really, people could get so touchy when you signed them to be drag queens for an evening. "Come on, Chase, it'll be fun. You do a little song, take a little turn on the catwalk - yeah, on the catwalk - and just have fun with it. Please?"

Karen had quite a bit of experience when it came to keeping a straight face, but even she couldn't keep from cracking a little at the catwalk comment.

She widened her eyes when she looked at Chase, and decided pleading might work. "Please?"

Chase had now moved to crossing his arms over his torso and actually, petulantly sulking. "You're gonna go over my head and get the Doctor's help on this, aren't you?" he asked evenly.

Veronica bit her lip, sucking in a deep breath as she nodded her head to the side. "See, yeah," she said slowly, "no, because that... would imply we hadn't already done so."

Karen scrunched her face up and nodded with a shrug.

"Ooh," she said a moment later, and turned to Veronica, grabbing her arm, "showtunes."

Chase let out a scoff of a protest and then rubbed at his forehead. "It's only one thing, right? Just one?" As if mitigating the damage would possibly make him feel better.

"Oh my god," Veronica breathed, turning to face Karen, her eyes lighting up. "Genius." She bit her lip, mind racing through the possibilities as Chase spoke. "Just one, yeah, and it has to be good. A Chorus Line? Cabaret? Cats?"

Alright, so sue her, she liked musical theatre.

"One dress, one performance, that's it," Karen confirmed.

She grinned at Veronica, practically bouncing in excitement. "Cabaret, definitely."

Chase was rubbing his eyes now, a headache impeding in his temples. "And you don't touch my clothes, my hair, or the Doctor in the deal?"

"Sounds to me like we've got ourselves a deal," Veronica said airily, chin tilting higher as she offered her hand to Chase to shake on it. Her gaze flickered to the side then, her eyes widening and mouth opening into a grin.

"'Don't Tell Mama'! We did Cabaret at my school year before I came here, and... and a girl I know did that one for the audition. Kind of perfect."

"Perfect," Karen agreed, feeling largely satisfied now that they had the basics - and Chase's consent - down.

"Who knows?" she added, shrugging at Chase. "I might even try out, too."

"You'd better," he demanded, exhaling the word in a bit of a spat and hurried plea. "I'm so not doing this on my own. Please don't make me?"

"You're not doing it on your own," Veronica assured him, laying a hand on Chase's arm, blue eyes widening. "We'll help you every step of the way. Except the last one." She glanced over at Karen, curious, gaze flickering over the other woman as she assessed the possibilities of that last remark. "We'd need a name for you, too."

I can't do it. All embarrassments aside, I'd have to be a male midget.

Karen gave Veronica the facial equivalent of a shrug, then stepped over to Chase and hooked her arm into his. "Ben Dover," she suggested, then, in an effort not to suggest every Bart Simpson prank call ever, only added, "Jacques Strap?"

Chase had taken to pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, rubbing at his forehead. "Just keep talking over my objections," he allowed with a sigh. "You probably would anyway."

Veronica gave a soft laugh of appreciation. "Ben Dover," she said. "Oh god, definitely." Shifting her attention back to Chase, she slipped her arm through his and patted his elbow. "There, there. We will."

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