~ Oz: Mailbag of Legends - Season 1 Debut Discussion!!

The curtains part, the lights snap on, the fanfare plays, and the host storms out.  "Welcome back, folks!  We're moving right into the next one with Queen - oops!  Well, I'm sure you all can keep a secret.  Ladies and Gentlemen, our next guess is that berserk axe-murderer, June!  Security's already in position for this one.  Now, let's see here..."

Anna fiddles with a dial on her wrist, staring intently at a small screen.  There she is stripping...  No.  Terrible idea.  Very, very bad idea.  She rolls the dial over a bit and advances to the point she's already changed into that negligee the "maids" planted in her room earlier.  Oh, hello.  Anna signals for quiet and presses the dial in.  A platform built into the stage lights up, crackling with energy.

June appears on the stage, arms crossed over her head.  The glowing tan of her well-muscled arms suddenly gives way to the pallor of her sun-deprived shoulders.  A thick, black-satin strap is wrapped tightly across her modest chest - a massive, pulsating, purple scar run from her shoulder to disappear at her breast.  Translucent silk outlines her athletic figure, hiked up by her stretch to reveal a thin line of skin above the dainty, black lace about her waist.  Her muscular legs are bare; cream-pale thighs gradually fade into sun-kissed calves as she balances on rosy toes.

Strands of her chestnut hair run wild over her face.  Her eyes stay closed as she runs through a series of stretches, groaning with satisfaction at the simple pleasure.  Anna keeps a finger pressed to her lips and the audience obliges.  June leans back to sit on the bed that was once behind her, only to fall gracelessly on her backside with a panicked yelp.  The audience breaks into laughter as Anna walks up behind her.  June blinks with stunned silence and understandable confusion, one hand slowly reaching for her hip.

Oh.  No hatchet.  No Armads.  No daggers.  No bow.  No armor.  June suddenly feels... naked.

"Welcome, Queen June, to the Oz Mailbag!" she announces.  She leans down to whisper.  "Please don't try to kill anyone, OK?  Let's step backstage and I'll explain everything.  Smile and wave?"  She helps June up and turns back to the audience.  They both wave, June with a blank expression.  "We'll be right back, folks!"

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Anna finishes explaining the Mailbag to June, who's finally recovered a bit.  "Why...  Why would I...  Why would you tell me all of that?" June demands angrily.

Anna holds up a clipboard.  "Your psych profile indicated you'd respond... poorly to our usual tools of deception and thinly-veiled threats, and that you'd appreciate the honesty." Anna explains.

"I... do," June admits begrudgingly. "But I'm still not participating!"

Anna nods. "You're free to refuse to participate and leave.  Say the word and we'll wipe your memory and off you go-"  June opens her mouth to respond.  "Bu-u-u-ut first we'll need you to choose your replacement.  I mean, if you don't want to do it, we'll need someone else.  You could pick Catie, maybe, if you want some payback for all the tickling earlier. Maybe we'd even let you stick around a while, help with the show as a guest assistant if you're that desperate for revenge."

June grinds her teeth.  "Fine. I'll do it..."

"Oh, no, don't force yourself," Anna says dismissively.  "Someone who's enthusiastic and wants to do this always brings better ratings.  Hm...  The naive, young princess maybe? Or the queen?  Irving...  Oh, my sister and her wife would be up for it."

"I want to do this," June half-lies.

"Can I get a 'please, Miss Anna?'"

"Please let me do this, Miss Anna," June growls. Anna grins.

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"And we're back!" Anna announces, walking out arm-in-arm with June.  "Everyone, let's get another round of applause for June!"

June smiles uneasily.  "Hello, everyone!  Anna told me that a lot of you've been watching over me me for quite some time?  I'm not sure I really understand, but thanks for all the support!  I hope you enjoy my performance!"

"We're going to go back to form for June here.  We have plenty of ideas for our unlucky queen here, but... her fate's always been in your hands!  Since you've all been voting for what she's done in the past, we're accepting requests for costumes and... anything else you particularly want to see along with your questions.  Just keep it PG...13."

"Nothing too bad, please!" June calls out.  She glances down at the writing on the card hidden in her palm.  "Nothing the... 'sensers?' would object to!"

"We'll 'randomly' pick some lucky winners from among the best!  While we get things set up, we'll be taking questions and requests until next Sunday morning! Oh, and you should specifically send them through that bird."

If Luigi ever had a Mailbag it go something like this....

Sorry. I, uh... Kinda forgot this existed. I'll go send questions for June now. Giggity.

I deliberately toned down the giggity in my questions.

Sorry folks, you gotta pick up my slack.

I think I might have sent them in to Anna by accident.

Yep!  Which is fine.  But I plan to pass Anna off as a communal account like secretsanta after this mailbag.  So... In the future, everyone would be able to see everyone's questions.  So remind me to to delete your PM before I pass it off.

Good question.

Giggity.

Unfortunately, those got left on the bedside table.  All 3 pairs.