'Forgies 2010 Gala Event!

Welcome, one and all to 2010's 'Forgie extravaganza!!


As we roll out the red carpet, let's take a moment to congratulate everyone who's participated in the board for keeping this place going after so many years!

Alrighty now, our red carpet's been rolled out and startard's drool has been cleaned off it.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

MAKE YOUR GLAMOROUS ENTRANCE!



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I shall enter as "token fuckbag who once again doesn't make a list".

Anyone else?

It can't really be a Wordforge Gala Event until Baba shows up.

Après Baba, le déluge.

Stuff has come up!
I will delay this til tomorrow, but no later!

How does one verbally arrive at a gala?

*I step out of the limo and stroll down the carpet.*

Yes, you know, like the people who have been on the internet way too looooooong.....

"steps out of car"

"wears dinner suit"

"offers beer to Carolvs"

"laughs and waves"


In other words, just behave like you are in playgroup.

WF Studio Commentator: "Here comes Sarek, (Ambassador to Terra), longtime Wordforge member, walking down the red carpet in a dapper custom tailored Armani Giorgio suit, accented by a beautiful T'Khut red tie and Vulcan IDIC symbol tie tack to round it out. We're catching up to him now to ask him a few questions, Mr. Ambassador, a word please! What made you decide to step back into the limelight after your absence?"

Sarek: "It seemed only logical to return."

WF Red Carpet Interviewer: "Interesting. Did you have any participation in this year's Forgies?"

Sarek: "Indeed, I did."

WF Red Carpet Interviewer: "Whom did you vote for, sir and in what categories?"

Sarek: "It would be most unwise to tip my hand before the ceremonies, would it not? Suffice to say, I have made my choices and they were eminently logical."

WF Red Carpet Interviewer: "Thank you, Ambassador for your time. Enjoy the show!"

Sarek: "And to you, gentlemen, live long and prosper."

WF Studio Commentator: "That was Sarek, Ambassador to Terra, longtime member of Wordforge. There he goes on now, making his way along the red carpet, waving to the screaming throngs of celeb watchers. Interesting man, and most logical, I must say."

I have arrived, just in time to see TKO step out the door. And I won't be around tomorrow or the next few days, since I'm going to be getting together with a bunch of other scouts to prepare our summer camp. So you will just to have fun without me, and I will check in when I get back here, Tuesday or so.

Ok, now what?

(Hey, this is the internet, I can look however I want!)

<Arrives, with several spherical chickens in space suits.>

Don't you want to look like a girl with a good dye job?

Yay

No offense TK, but I really don't think people give enough of a shit about the Forgies to wait hours on end for the results.

Yeah, not my fault I had to AFK. Anywho the lack of enthusiasm this year means I won't be doing them again, so I'll just get on with it tomorrow, present the awards, and wrap it up for good.

I could've sworn we had a dancing wookie emoticon.

Actually I'd probably go with the girl in the avatar
<<<
But I figured why be redundant

Still, it was a rush job - I'm sure there are better choices

I can't wait until the envelopes are opened and in a shock win I take home all the awards.

Hurray for editing powers.

Chuck's baseball team carries him into the awards ceremony. The team quietly slips out and Chuck is forced to walk home.

Aww, don't be upset TKO...it's just very difficult on a BBS to have people all online around the same times when they participate from all over the world.

/me doesn't do "glamor". Or "glamour", for that matter

[action=NAHTMMM]is abruptly and without fuss in his chosen seat, well back from the stage, already sipping on a cup of punch. Upon his lap rests a copy of the event's program, and upon that, a few cookies from the refreshment table.[/action]

[action=shootER]thinks it's taking longer to find out who won the Forgies than it takes to find out who won EMMY awards.[/action]

Who's the celebrity host? Carrot Top? Mr. T?

I think it's Gary Coleman . . .

Lanz looks at the calendar, then the clock, then notes that he's off in Phoenix when he should be in Forgiewood. Screaming expletives, he starts to run . . .

From inside a coatroom and muffled vrooop-vroooping sound is heard and grinds to a stop. Then a muffled sqeaking as a door opens and if one is listening in:

"Dammit, Doctor, ever since the regeneration you are never on time! I told you this was important!"

*muffled muffled*

"I don't care...and don't forget to pick me up later either...if I have to vandalize another museum just to jog your memory I won't be happy....as in no banana cookies unhappy.

*groan....muffle, muffle*

"Later...I won't have you embarrassing me here...they have no idea. Besides, other people need to have nibbles and you are just murder on buffet. *blow kiss* Stay out of trouble badly and don't forget to pick me up!

The odd noise starts again and a few minutes later a harried and slightly disheveled Tamar slips out of the closet and into the crowd, her red sparkling evening gown catching the lights as she makes her way inside and to her seat.