A/N: Yessss! Chapter ten has landed! I'm excited about this, ridiculously so. I'm just sitting in my room all alone with a ridiculous grin on my face, rocking out to the Prodigy. Anyway. They're making the Boosh! Well, sort of. They're sorting out costumes. Was still fun to write. BTW, another random song for you: Forever Yours by Alex Day. Just reminded me of Noel and Julian ;3
Disclaimer: Look, pal, were you born yesterday? Of course I don't own it, you disillusioned -
By the way, this is dedicated to GrowlyNoir for reviewing everything and just being generally amazing :D
A gust of cool musty air blew out of studio eleven to meet them as they opened the doors wide. Noel and Julian, standing right in front of them, grinned at each other. July now, and the summer morning was warm and bright. But they ventured into the dark, chilly studio that for a while had been second home to them both. They were followed by a crowd of make-up and costume artists, set designers, directors of photography, producers, soundmen, and extras. Bringing up the rear were Nige, Dave, Mike, Rich, and Paul, the director. Paul was saying:
"So, is this everyone? We aren't waiting on anyone?" Mike shrugged noncommittally. But Noel said:
"Just two. Spencer Millman's on his way down from Manchester, he'll be in tomorrow, and I'm still waiting for a reply from Matt Berry about doin' a cameo as Dixon Bainbridge. We can cope without them today." Paul nodded.
"Alright, good. Okay, you lot, you'd better go to the costumes area. We've got a lot of preparation to do for this. And I hope to god you know what you're doing."
"We don't, but when do we? Come on Ju." They wandered off towards the back of the studio, where a set had been created for the first episode. The shop floor of Nabootique looked precisely as it always had done, with a few choice changes, such as a toy eel on one of the shelves, a pair of extremely skinny trousers on the racks, and a tiny replica of Naboo's submarine on the counter. References to series three which made them smile just to look at them. The memories attached were as strong as if it had only been yesterday. As they made their way to the costume area, Noel said:
"So, how many costumes do we have left to do?"
"Not sure. We've sorted out a few; they just need perfecting and trying on. But we need at least six different ones for you and me."
"I think we can sort that out, can't we?"
"Think so." They walked into a large room filled with racks of costumes and clothing. One of the costume designers sat at a table, sewing beads onto one of Naboo's costumes.
"Hello, you two." The others filed in as well, as she continued: "And you lot as well. We've got some planning to do then?"
"Yeah. Are any of them finished yet?" Noel asked.
"Yes, I've got Bollo's, Bob Fossil's, though that one wasn't hard, Naboo's normal one, which we still have from series three, and this is Naboo's special one for episode three." She held up the purple robe she was working on. "We still need to sort out the shamans, but I should think they're the same as ever, and you two."
"Hang on," Dave piped up, "Is that my new suit?" he pointed to a furry ensemble at one end of the racks. The costume designer nodded.
"You said you wanted better ventilated, so we've got thinner fabric, and in some places it's got that stuff athletes wear so they sweat less. Hopefully now you'll feel less like your balls are on fire." Dave grinned and said:
"That's great. Thanks a lot."
"So," the costume designer continued, "Mike, are you the same size as you were in series three?"
"I ain't grown, if that's what you mean. Still a short arse."
"Well, can you still fit into this?" She held up his old blue robe. Mike shrugged, so she told him to go and try it on. He came back after a couple of minutes wearing it, a grin on his face.
"Yeah, it fits." He said. "Is the other one the same size?"
"No, it's meant to be borrowed from Dennis, isn't it? It's meant to drown you." Julian said.
"Oh yeah." He went back to take the robe off, returning with it a few moments later to find Rich wearing a pair of baby blue trousers around his neck like a scarf, dancing about and singing:
"Bobby's back in town, Booby's back in town!" Mike face-palmed, and put the robe back on the rack. When Rich had finished his dance, he, Mike and Dave went away, satisfied. Paul and Nige had hung around for a bit, but gone away now. Noel and Julian were left alone with the costume designer.
"Okay," she said, "The clothes that we've created or bought for you two are on the rack on the right, the ones you've brought in are on the left. You're going to need seven outfits each. We'll sort out the bad guys after lunch, eh?" She winked at them and left the room. Noel immediately went to the rack of clothes that had been made for them, and pulled out a new mirrorball suit.
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "That's going in. Don't care where, but it's going in." Julian nodded.
"Good choice. Looks like I'm back in the old patterned shirts and cords then." He pulled out a pair of brown trousers and a clashing green shirt. "Still," he continued, "Gotta keep up the character."
"Yeah. Although, no offence, Ju, but your fashion sense ain't much better."
"Don't remind me." He carried on searching through the rack until he found something a bit more interesting. It was a plain black roll-neck jumper.
"Why have they put this in my section. It must be yours, surely?" Noel came over and looked at the label.
"Nah, wrong size. Must be yours." Julian looked a bit bemused. "Hey, maybe Howard's startin' to see sense nowadays." He winked and Julian began to smile. They kissed, forgetting entirely about the job in hand. The black jumper fell to the ground, ignored. But then the door squeaked open. They broke off and froze as they saw Paul standing in the doorway, looking as embarrassed as they were.
"That was unexpected." He muttered. Then, louder, he said: "I didn't know you two were…" he waved his hands expansively. "Together." Julian nodded and said:
"Yeah. Probably should have told you that, really." Noel looked at the floor and tried to hide his grin at the thoughts that must have been going through Paul's mind. The emotions were visible on his face: anger at not having been told; Embarrassment at having seen them kissing; Worry at what the others would think; slightly creeped out by the whole idea. Noel was a little worried himself, seeing these emotions pass over his director's face. But then Paul smiled, and said:
"Well, I'm happy for you. I, uh, just came to see if you wanted a hand?"
"Yeah, why not? We need seven outfits each by lunchtime."
"Right then. Let's get down to it." They all breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that the revelation had not gone too badly. Julian was glad there hadn't been any looks of disgust; they were not hard to come by in some parts of London. Noel was glad there'd been no fighting over it; he hated arguing, unless it was just acting. Paul was just glad he hadn't walked in on them doing anything else. And, of course, he was glad to be back on the Boosh, doing what he loved, trying to direct five madmen and their shop.
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