Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.
co-written with Moo & Temp.
Moo: A celebration? The sound of that had Narcissa jumping for joy. She’d hardly traveled away from the laboratory! Her giddy exterior was almost overwhelming for any normal person. Luckily, these people were quite the opposite. Save Igor, who could probably survive much better without her presence. She clapped her hands together and tilted her head with a smile just as he let out his little yay.
“Hm?” The female monster turned her head, her torso coming down in a half bow as she gazed down at him. “Igor?” It looked as though he were down for the count. She slapped his cheek a few times, lightly. And when that didn’t work, she picked him up by the arm and lifted him. “Igor, you’re going to miss dinner! And dancing!”
The girl’s prodding was silenced as the Doctor piped up once again. She turned her head, dropping Igor to the ground in a thud. The House of Red Velvet? That sounded delightful! Like the cake! Maybe they served cake there! Despite not needing to eat, it was no secret Narcissa liked the taste of food. She could splurge on it as much as she wanted! But… “What would I wear?” It was a problem she’d had often, being much bigger than most average girls. Her lips set in a slight pout while she looked to Roxanne for help. “Does Roxy have any ideas?”
Temp: Roxanne was very much excited due the apparent success of the Doctors experiment. It seemed that everyone else in the Lab shared in her enthusiasm, except for Igor of course. He was always such a serious little guy, but she liked that about him. Honestly, she hadn’t quite expected a ‘formal’ celebration to take place, but was happy about it regardless. This Red Velvet place sounded awesome, and she was definitely excited to go there with all of her friends. Narcissa’s quest for something more normal to wear was one she could help with. Roxanne quickly hopped over to her and snagged her by one of her hands, immediately tugging her along with her towards a different room. She kicked the door open and turned on the light in the room, revealing it’s contents. “This is where I put all the belongings of the more…feminine…dead. I’m sure we can find something here!” She gave Narcissa a reassuring look and let go of her hand, giving her the freedom to look through the room.
With the girls both occupied in getting their glad rags on for a night on the town, it was time to get the Lab’s roadster ready for the night out. Igor limped along after the Doctor, still smoldering after being part of the lightning harnessing with Narcissa. The smell of burnt hair was a bit on the nose, even for the likes of the good Doctor. As he activated the rollerdoor, he shook his head at what Igor was wearing.
“No no no no. You can’t go to the Red Velvet in a burnt robe. Go put on something snappy. Top hat, tails…the works, Igor.” The hunchback was never normally asked out to a night on the town, so he was a little apprehensive. “But Master…can’t I just stay here and work on my bug collection?” Truth be told, he was scared of being anywhere near Narcissa. Whether she knew it or not, she made the poor hunchback’s life hell.
“Igor…you are going to come to dinner, or…I shall put an ant eater in your room to look after your bugs for you.”
“EEEK!…Alright alright.” The hunchback caved, and staggered off to go get cleaned up and dressed, while the Doctor tinkered about on the car. The roadster was a real show car. Ideal for picking up the dead, and taking out that someone special. Not that the Doctor normally dated, but he was a keen car enthusiast.
When he had the car purring like a kitten on steroids, he would honk the horn to alert the girls and Igor that it was time to go.
Moo: Narcissa found herself in the next room, giddy with excitement while she roamed around the room. Surely a dress wouldn’t be too hard to fit into! Sure, the woman retained curve and was six foot, but that wouldn’t stop her from looking spiffy tonight. She browsed over anything white or blue, picking things off the hangers. Her lab coat ended up on draped over a chair after she tossed it carelessly. The first dress would be thrown over her clumps of gauze and bandages, creating little bumps under the tight-fitting dress. A bit of a sulk passed over her face for a moment while she looked in the mirror. The dress was too short!
Next, next, next… Several dresses later and she was forcing her way into a new white dress. A honk of the horn let her know she was out of time and she flailed her arms. Amazingly enough, this dress fit over her body and hung to her knees. It would be good enough! So long as she didn’t move a lot in it… “I hope you’re ready, Roxy!” she exclaimed, rushing to grab the nurse’s hand. She would lead the way out to the car, only to greet the Doctor with a big smile. “We’re ready!” Only Igor was left. She puffed her cheeks, pursing her lips while she waited on the little hunchback. Her excitement was to a point where she wouldn’t be able to wait another minute for him. To which extent she wouldn’t even debate on bringing him out herself.
Razorbackwriter: “IGOR!…WE WILL BE LATE!” The Doctor yelled, honking his horn madly as he waited for the pint sized assistant to make his way back to the garage. The Doctor got out of the front of the roadster, only to see Roxanne and Narcissa emerge hand in hand. They were both…a sight. A vision of female perfection. Well, in his eyes.
“My dear ladies.” He said with a sweep of his hand and opened the back door of the hearse to allow them both to sit inside in the velvet lined booth. “Such visions. You are both to be belles of the ball.” It wasn’t a ball, but the Doctor was enjoying being flowery in his speech. When both were seated he closed the door with a gentle click, before turning around and about to bellow for Igor again. Thankfully, the hunchback appeared. He was wearing top hat and tails, with shiny shoes. Small spectacles completed the ensemble. if only he wore a smile.
“I look…re – dick – u – lous.” The hunchback stammered. Igor grimaced and dawdled over to the car. The Doctor would have none of the bad vibes to spoil the night, and slapped the hunchback on the back. “Get in the back and we be off. Just think….all those diamond dogs wanting a bit of that hump…huh?” The Doc wiggled his brow. Igor let out a sigh, since he really didn’t like girls at all.
With a loud roar, the roadster pulled out of the lab garage, and off into the night.