The plot bunnies haven't really been biting much recently, and worse than that, according to some Denizens, is that the two fics I have on the go at the moment really don't have much scope for G.W.N. However, out of nowhere (well, out of the freezer I think it was, which is pertinent, I suppose) this tuneful little bunny hopped, with an idea as to how we might fill in a gap, and provide some gratuitous exposure. What it suggested was another musical interlude from that production that has yet to see the light of day…
A Musical Interlude: a Song from...
JIMIVERSE SUPERNATURAL - THE MUSICAL!
Ronnie: I'm not sure I've got the range for this – I've always thought I was more of a contralto.
Lampito: Come on, you could've been musical like your sisters, you just chose not to work at it.
Ronnie: Uh, what are they meant to be?
She gestures at Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel, who are wearing brief and spangly outfits - there is quite a lot of sequin involvement compared to actual fabric.
Lampito: They're snowflakes!
Ronnie: They look like a bunch of strippers auditioning for the adult version of a Narnia book.
Lampito: It's completely relevant to the song. Well, to the original tune I ripped off, anyway.
Dean: No it aint. Who the hell wears spangly shorts?
Castiel: I believe the costumes are supposed to evoke the impression of ice crystals.
Sam: It's certainly cold enough to evoke ice crystals. I got a draft!
Gabriel: Look, as much as I'm in favour of playing dress-ups, I gotta say, sequins and glittery body paint don't actually give much coverage…
Lampito: Shut up. Now, you will be happy little snowflakes dancing around…
Dean: Why do I have to be a damned snowflake? Ow! I got sequin rash here!
Lampito: Look, it's snowflakes, or you dress up as furry!strippers. She waves the pointy stick menacingly.
Sam: Is that supposed to be a snowman?
Snowman (in a muffled voice): Bollocks to you, Moose.
Orchestral music begins; Lampito firmly ushers the players on stage with meaningful waves of the pointy stick.
Lampito: Right, get out there, you sing, and you lot dance around suggestively, looking swirlingly attractive.
Snowman: It's going to be a bit difficult to dance when I can't see where I'm going, darling.
Ronnie: Do I get a costume?
Lampito: Make it up as you go along. Now, get going.
Music becomes louder, and a piano swells into an obvious introduction. The tune bears a passing resemblance to a song in another story about a young girl who had power she didn't understand thrust upon her unwillingly.
Ronnie eyes the waggling of the pointy stick warily, and begins to sing.
The full moon's bright in the sky tonight
As I hide myself somehow,
The curse that is the werewolf,
And it's with me always now,
The wolf if raging, but I have to keep it in,
I'll grab the leash, and I will win.
And they will know, and they will see
Be the Hunter I know I can be,
I won't despair, despite the hair
That's everywhere!
Fur pops out on Ronnie's arms, the stripper!snowflakes dance unenthusiastically, bouncing of the snowman.
Let it grow, let it grow,
So magnificent my pelt,
Let it grow, let it grow,
It's the strongest I have felt,
I don't care
What my Dad will say,
Let the wolf howl on –
Silver never suited me anyway.
Snowman: OW! Was that you, Squirrel?
Dean (trying to hide behind the Snowman): Shut up, I got no coverage here!
Sam: These shorts are too short to qualify as shorts!
Castiel: I believe the front row may have supersoakers.
Gabriel: Oh, great, do you know how difficult it is to get chocolate sauce out of lamé?
Lampito (from offstage, waggling pointy stick): Come on, less hiding, more suggestive swirling!
Ronnie continues singing, as the scantily clad snowflakes gyrate reluctantly.
It's crazy, but some practice
Has honed this shapeshift glitch,
When the monster tried to best me,
I made it be my bitch.
And now I know what I can do,
I am a Hunter through and through,
It is still me here underneath - with teeth!
She lets her teeth and claws pop out, and smiles brilliantly.
Dean: That cow is enjoying this.
Sam (picking a pair of panties off his head): So is the front row, apparently.
Ronnie sings on, unexpectedly finding a burst of formant, which makes all the stripper!snowflakes jump in fright, shedding sequins.
Let 'em show, let 'em show,
They'll tear my prey apart,
Let 'em show, let 'em show,
Punch through and take the heart!
What I am
Is what I'll stay,
So the Hunt goes on…
Gabriel: Aaaaargh! Like I can afford to lose any coverage at all!
Castiel: I am finding the perkiness of my vessel's nipples somewhat uncomfortable.
Dean and Sam: AAAAAAAARGH!
Ronnie waves her arms about with more enthusiasm than artistic expression as she sings
The shapeshift is my weapon, power and insight
And I will use it, take the Hunting out into the night,
The same thing drives me, it's a hunger and a need,
To track the monsters down, and then to make them bleed!
Crowley the snowman: Did she have to start with my eardrums?
In the grip of The Karaoke Addict Within, Ronnie goes for it
Let it flow, let it flow,
They will bleed and they will die,
Let it flow, let it flow,
I'll howl it to the sky,
Girl or wolf,
By night or day,
And the Hunt goes OOOOOOOOOONNNNNN!
As she hits the high note with the subtlety of an air raid siren, a couple of stage lights blow out, a passing cherub drops from the sky, and the dancing snowflakes wince and then shriek as the last of their sequins are blasted off, and seams of their spangly shorts start to split.
Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
Ronnie (with a look as cocky as any Queen Elsa could muster): Silver never suited me anyway.
The dancing stripper!snowflakes try to crowd behind the protesting snowman as the audience opens up with the supersoakers full of chocolate sauce, then storms the stage.
Crowley: Ooooooh, I think somebody just grabbed my carrot!
Ronnie stands looking dazed; The Driver comes onstage to hand her a bunch of flowers. She curtsies, and beams. Curtain comes down, insurance assessor arrives to inspect the damage.
FIN