Disclaimer: Don't own POTO or Gerry.
A/N: "Your inbox is overflowing with applications for minionhood, Misty. To be honest I'm having some difficulty keeping track of them all," said Captain Marianne as she deposited a stack of the applications on the Authoress's cluttered desk.
Misty, who was currently cuddling with the Gerry and watching Casablanca, glanced up at the rapidly increasing amount of paperwork populating the den. She sighed and buried her face in the Gerry's chest.
"You know, you really ought to get a list going," the Gerry commented.
"I know…but my inner-procrastinator is calling and I must answer," Misty mumbled against his cravat.
"Well, as your muse, I reserve the right to override any orders from the inner-procrastinator. So…" The Gerry heaved her to her feet. "Get to it."
Misty sulked until the Gerry gave her a kiss…a good one. Slowly, Misty made her way to the desk; quickly, Captain Marianne made her way to the sofa upon which sat the Phantom. The Authoress's red pen worked furiously on a note, which she gave to a patrol sock to be posted in minion HQ, then she began her work on a list of minions.
The note read as follows:
Dear Minions,
Do not panic if I do not respond to your application for minionhood personally. Everyone who applies will be accepted. You may or may not make an appearance in the A/N's; I make no guarantees. However, you will be making a cameo appearance COLLECTIVELY within the phic itself much later down the line.
Your obedient servant,
M.B.
P.S. This is a chapter dedication for Solecito for providing the inspiration for this Blipic.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
THE THINGS WOMEN DO
A Blipic
Erik was in his laboratory when a hair-raising shriek startled him out of his concentration. And he thought the trauma of PMS was over for the month. He rushed into the master bedroom to see what was the matter, but the cousins were nowhere to be found in the room. A burst of mumblings came from the bathroom and the Phantom went to investigate.
Anna was perched upon the lip of the huge marble bathtub, dressed in a thin cami and PJ shorts, while Brooke—similarly attired—slathered something green and sticky on her pale legs. The redhead's complexion matched the color of her hair as she screwed up her features, in obvious preparation for inevitable pain.
"What are you doing?" Erik asked, leaning in the doorway.
"Waxing," Anna muttered between clenched teeth.
"Get a grip, Anna! I haven't even put the cloth on yet," Brooke growled as she wrestled with the goopy green stuff. Erik watched in observant silence as the brunette finally did place a strip of white cloth over the smear of green on her cousin's leg. She smoothed out the bubbles of air and began to rub furiously. Erik realized that she was using the friction to produce heat to melt the slime beneath the cloth.
"Okay, I'm gonna count to three—"
"You never count to three. You always rip on two," Anna interrupted.
"Fine. I'll count to five. One, two…" RIIIIIIP!
Brooke tore the strip away from the skin. Anna shrieked in pain, a few tears rolling down her cheeks, and a shiny section of skin shone on her leg. The movement and noise were so violent and sudden that Erik leapt back with a cry of shock.
"Are you actually ripping the hair from your legs?" Erik hissed as he cautiously approached the girls to peer of Brooke's shoulder. The girl turned over the cloth, slick with slime, and showed him the patch of wispy leg hair that had just been removed from Anna's body. Erik grimaced.
"Yup!" Brooke quipped. She began to stir up the green goop again.
"Why?"
"Because it will make our legs smooth," Anna murmured.
"Is the pain necessary?" Erik asked, aghast that anyone would voluntarily rip hair from his or her body simply for vanity's sake.
"Yes…no pain, no gain." Anna clammed up when Brooke began applying a new coat of hair removal product. Erik watched in horror as the process continued until Anna's legs were completely hairless, shining like glass in the lamplight. The girls switched places. Now it was Brooke's turn to whimper, though she had to wait while Anna wiped the stickiness on her legs away with a damp rag and soothed her skin with lotion.
Erik shook his head. "Beauty is over rated," he snorted.
"You would say something like that. Here, feel the result, Erik." Anna took his hand and, laying against her ankle, guided it up her calf and thigh, all the way to the hem of the shorts. Her skin was smooth as silk beneath Erik's fingers.
"Wow, you'd make a good lotion, Erik. Your hands are nice and cold," Anna said as she released him. Erik's malformed lips twitched in a weak smile. Funny, he felt anything but cold at the moment. The cousin's returned to their waxing, with Brooke hollering and crying at every rip.
"You are such a baby," Erik sneered.
"And you're one to talk, one-who-can-not-handle-eyebrow-plucking!" Brooke snarled.
Anna glanced at Erik's eyebrows, "Speaking of, I think you're due for some more."
Erik blanched and fled from the room before Anna could reach for her tweezers.
XXXXXXXXXXXX
Willow Rose, Kate, Kathryn, & Kat: I am honored to receive the compliment of your minionship. Since I adore your dating game phic, I am even more excited to have you on board.