#1:Save the came running down the hall at break-neck speed. He rounded the corner, braid waving behind him. He skidded to a sudden halt, narrowly missing the quiet blond sipping his tea. He latched on to Quatre's shoulders.
"Quatre. QUATRE!" Duo exclaimed loudly.
"Yes, Duo. I can hear you. What has you so excited?" Quatre smiled politely at his energized friend.
Duo let go of Quatre's shoulders and grabbed his arm, "I've got something to tell you! Oh man. Are you ready for this?"
Quatre extracted himself from Duo's grip and lead him into the kitchen. Once he settled at the table, he looked up and said, "Now I am. Go on, Duo."
Duo nodded and started with a gusto, "Well, on a recent trip to the mall, I witnessed one of the saddest things I'd ever seen. Are you ready for this? This is sadder than the small child in the corner eating plastic. I saw..." Duo paused for dramatic effect. "...drum roll please...Starving Mannequins."
Quatre raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"Yes, that's right. No, I am not crazy. Can you picture all the long hours they work. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. And no break. No wonder even the smallest clothing has to be pinned on them."
Duo slammed his fist on the table, "And I feel that it is time to do something about this horror. Let's rise up and save the poor starving Mannequins. I vote that we move to start a movement! First with a fundraiser and a web site and call it They need our help and only you can save the starving mannequin populace1." Duo paced waving his arms around very adamently.
Quatre mentally shook his head...'this could take a while."
Duo spun on his heels facing the blond again, "I mean where would we be with out some poor mannequin telling us what's hot and trendy. Where would we be without some mannequin giving up on its future to show us how we could look with that Michael Koors leather hand studded purse accesorizing that black Chanel dress and those killer Blahniks? I say, Lets save the...wait...Oh bye Trowa." The braided whirlwind paused in his ranting as Trowa walked out the door.
He turned back to Quatre, "Q, I realize that none of us are that big but by the Gods, at least we've got meat on our bones! I swear this is a conspiracy to keep them hungry so that the can work hard at the prospect of being fed!"
Quatre sighed into his teacup, "What do you suppose we do about it?"
Duo was enraged, he leaned into the blond's personal space forcing him to put down his cup, "Haven't you been listening?!? FEED THE MANNEQUINS!!!"
"Ah yes, and how are we supposed to accomplish this?"
"Well, we...Uh...first..." Duo ran out of steam.
"Yes, you think on that and get back to me.'
"Okay, but first we need the website 'cause we'll need help!"
"Yes, yes, the website."
Duo left the room. Quatre rubbed his throbbing temples. He had been right. Duo had been at it for hours. Quatre lifted his forgotten tea to his lips, "And now my tea is cold!"
R&R 1. I had to...it was like "Only you can prevent forest fires" A lotta trees are SOL-ed. 2. This is something I came up with when I was walking through Boston Store and was looking at all the Mannequins...