Honey blonde and brown box braids

Light skin, dark skin, my Asian persuasion
Granny gives an expressive face, before twirling onto the floor with a wink and a smile as the judges grin.
Aguacate: “GRANNY?!”
Yeah, that sexy, sexy, sexy
Hideyoshi jumps around, landing into a split as he shimmies and shakes his body in furious fashion.
Strum me like a guitar, blow out my amplifier
Granny begins to exhale and inhale in an overly expressive fashion, playing a fake guitar as Chronologica chuckles.
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Hideyoshi flips into the air and lands into a death drop, before raising their hands in the air to cartwheel.
Jaslene Bangus: “Hideyoshi is doing… far too much. He can dance. Wow.” Jaslene shrugs.
When you hear some feedback, keep going take it higher
Granny points to the roof, and then signs a request for the people to turn up the song louder, before fist bumping in humorous fashion.
Feedback, feedback
Hideyoshi drops to the floor, as Granny crosses her hands and smiles as the song ends.
…
Granny Gorgeous, Shantay you stay.
“Thank you.” Granny looks at Hideyoshi with a smile. “I wish you well.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi.
Hideyoshi sighs.
Thank you for showing your heart and soul. I wish you luck. Now… sashay away.
“I do appreciate you giving me this chance.” Hideyoshi clutches his chest. “Off I go.”
Hideyoshi laughs as he struts off. “Oh, I SWEAR if the third warlord WINS…”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “I do wish- I did a lot more than I did. But, I am happy to have fought, to have lived and did it.” Hideyoshi smiles. “Nobuna, I hope you feel proud.”
Lipstick Message: “Woo! What a journey. I wish you all the most slayful journey. Act defiant. CONQUER THE WORLD!”
~
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The racers walk into the werkroom.
“Hideyoshi!” Aguacate yells, frowning before smiling. “...Actually, I’m not sad.”
Granny Gorgeous: “I just lip synced for my life. And wow, that was… terrifying.”
“Woo! What a journey. I wish you all the most slayful journey. Act defiant. CONQUER THE WORLD!” Granny smiles.
Haja rolls her eyes.
Haja Hubiani: “Go fuck yourself, Hideyoshi.”
“Okay… and you’re gone, so how did that work?” Haja looks at the mirror.
“Facts.” Jaslene smirks.
Fiore giggles.
Everyone sits down.
“I do want to say, congratulations to my sister, Ms Fiore…” Jaslene smirks, as everyone claps. “For winning her first challenge!”
The racers clap, as Fiore giggles.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I feel so good. I knew I deserved this, but the validation was nice.”
“Totally agree.” Crayola smiles. “I did actually expect Ms Raiz to win though with the caliber she brought.” Crayola responds, looking at Yasmin with a smile.
Fiore looks annoyed.
“You being here has changed lives. I do think you were really, gorgeously baring your heart, and showing world power. You should be proud of yourself.” Crayola grins.
“Thank you.” Yasmin clutches her chest with a grin.
“It was great to see your queer joy.” Omari nods.
“For me, I wish I did win…” Haja shrugs. “But I did really enjoy what you delivered.”
Yasmin blushes.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Should I go walk into a ditch?”
“Why are you all so shocked that I won the challenge?” Fiore asks.
The others look awkwardly, as Jaslene smirks.
“I put together a great shoot, I look amazing, and truly… you’re underestimating me.” Fiore says.
Crayola shakes her head. “Well darling, we didn’t mean-”
“I know what you mean.” Fiore says, coldly.
Aguacate looks into the camera with a kooky face.
“I want to say- I’m here, and I hope you see me now.” Fiore smiles, with a hint of shade.
“We’ve always seen you girl, you’re gorgeous!” Zazu grins.
“Mhm.” Fiore gets up.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I am more than just gorgeous, I am Fiore Stravaganza and I am a superstar.”
“Those girls have no idea the power of us AE girls.” Jaslene says, as the two de-drag.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I, singularly, know what I can do, even if these girls don’t. They will underestimate me for the last time.”
“I’m so ready to keep showing them up. I-” Fiore smiles. “Mean us.”
Jaslene winks.
Fiore Stravaganza: “So know this. I’m coming… and they all… better watch out.”
“Period!” Jaslene yells.
Fiore Stravaganza: “This is the reign of Italy, and we’re not giving up.”
~
The Next Day, Yasmin starts handing out plates.
“Today, on the menu, was requested by Zazu…” Yasmin smiles.
“SALAD!” Zazu grins.
“...You asked for salad?” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I love a salad.” Zazu smiles. “Well, there’s a fruit salad, there’s a pear salad-”
“A pear is a fruit.” Omari chuckles.
“I know, but when you ask for a fruit salad, it’s not the same as a pear salad, you know?” Zazu nods.
Everyone looks confused.
“...I get it.” Aguacate fistbumps Zazu.
King Omari Star: “Not the fist bump.”
You’ve got drag mail!
Don’t be spectacular. Be SNATCHTACULAR!
“OH MY GOD!” Aguacate yells.
Yasmin drops her bowl. “YES!”
It’s Drag Time!
Hi Racers! This is it…
Racers, for this week’s challenge, it’s time for the SNATCH GAME!
Everyone cheers.
For this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time for you to put your celebrity impersonation skills to the test in the Snatch Game! Impersonate a favorite celebrity, show off your skills and MAKE ME LAUGH!
Aguacate: “I am so excited for this challenge. I know what to do, I know what I do well- and I am ready for this.”
~
The racers sit around the tables and start chatting.
“So, what are we all doing for the snatch gaaaame?” Aguacate asks.
“Well, I’ve decided I’m going outside of my child-friendly box.” Crayola says, with pride in her voice.
“How so?” Omari asks.
“I’m doing Elmo.” Crayola winks.
The others look at Crayola.
King Omari Star: “Oh lord.”
“Stepping outside your child-friendly box onto sesame street?” Omari winks.
“No!” Crayola chuckles. “I want to surprise people. It’s a take you can feel like will be at first, child friendly. But I want to shock with something unexpected. An X-rated take on it.”
“They’re gonna sue your ass.” Aguacate laughs.
“Noooooo!” Crayola chuckles. “My dear, you don’t get it.”
Crayola Boxx: “I feel like this is a smart approach. They may not see the vision, but I do. I feel comfortable and excited for this.”
“I am the one and only Nelson Mandela.” Omari grins.
Zazu gasps. “THE Nelson Mandela? He’s a sacred figure!”
“Didn’t stop your-” Aguacate starts before being shushed.
“This could be seen as controversial, but I believe all people can be parodied- and the real Nelson Mendela would take this with love and laughter. And I will be making prison jokes.” Omari says.
Zazu looks worriedly. “Are you sure you can do it well?”
Omari smirks. “Look at my drag and you can see the answer.”
Aguacate cackles.
“I have decided to do Betty White.” Granny smiles.
Aguacate looks into the camera.
Aguacate: “Must I say more?”
“Ms Raiz, you’re a comedian.. Who are you doing?” Aguacate purses her lips.
Yasmin takes out a big knife.
Aguacate screams.
“Padma Lakshimi, my deary-diddly-do!” Yasmin holds the knife in the air. “The top chef.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am also a top chef.” Yasmin giggles. “JKDSNAMDNSAMDAS!!”
“This is fun.” Aguacate nods.
“Charlize Theron for me.” Zazu grins.
Aguacate makes another awkward face.
“I wanted to do a Pakistani Celebrity, but I’ve decided… Priyanka Chopra is a better option.” Haja says.
“I’m… a bit surprised at this.” Yasmin looks at Haja.
“How come?” Haja asks.
Yasmin makes a confused face. “She’s not the most Pakistani friendly. Her comments…”
Haja blinks twice before responding “I mean, let’s not get into geopolitical conflict.” Haja says. “It’s not worth it.”
Yasmin makes a face.
Yasmin Raiz: “Oh, she’s not politically active, clearly. Her face just went blank.”
“I think this is a good choice.” Haja responds. “And I want to show what I can do.”
“Okay..” Yasmin smiles awkwardly.
“So many good choices…” Aguacate grins. “I am doing Cantinflas.”
“Who is that?” Granny asks.
“ The ICONIC Mexican comedian. He is a big inspiration for my drag and I will be going absolutely crazy with him. He was a psychopath like me!” Aguacate grins.
Crayola Boxx: “I cannot tell if that is a joke or not.”
“Well, I cannot wait to see you all give your best.” Aguacate laughs.
“You didn’t ask me and Jaslene.” Fiore looks at Aguacate.
“Oh, pretty girls?” Aguacate winks.
“I mean, I am doing Super B, Bilma, from the 2002 hit movie Super B. Because I can play a ditzy, sexy, female heroine.” Jaslene looks over. “And I know how to do it well.”
Aguacate shrugs.
“And I’m doing Donatella Versace.” Fiore adds.
“So, pretty girls.” Aguacate laughs.
“And you’re doing someone ugly, like you?” Jaslene looks over.
Aguacate laughs.
“I know I can do this.” Fiore looks at Jaslene. “Donatella is a good choice.”
“I’m sure it is, babe.” Jaslene nods. “Let’s prac-”
“I think I’m going to focus solo for a moment.” Fiore smiles. “If that’s okay?”
“Oh yeah, sure.” Jaslene nods.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I am not leaving anything to chance this week.”
~
Chronologica goes to visit the racers.
Zazu Nova!
“Hiiiiiii!” Zazu waves.
How do you feel about the Snatch Game?
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Zazu grins. “Is my thought.”
Who are you portraying?
“Charlize Theron aka one of my idols.” Zazu smiles. “She’s pretty, and I will talk about like how her mom killed her dad….”
Chronologica’s eyes bulge.
Zazu Nova: “Charlize Theron is a WARRIOR.”
But how are you going to make it funny?
“Well, I will have a strong…” Zazu talks. “South African Accent… and I will joke about my roles… and it will be fabulous.”
Okay, I don’t see it right now, but I want you to work on it, and really showcase how you can.
Zazu Nova: “I feel confident.” Zazu grins.
…
Fiore Stravaganza!
“Ms Logica.” Fiore smiles.
You won last week. Thus far, everyone who has won… has lip synced the following week. Do you plan on repeating this pattern?
“God no, I’m better than that.”
Chronologica chuckles.
Who are you doing for the Snatch Game?
“Donatella Versace.” Fiore smirks.
Tell me why.
“Because she is a diva. She’s blonde, she’s pretty, she’s rich, and she’s a little bit of a bitch.”
Chronologica grins.
“I also think she’s witty. She will respond and bite and reflect at this foolishness around her.” Fiore grins.
What is the foolishness here?
“Some of these girls are clowns.” Fiore shrugs.
I don’t think you’re entirely wrong.
Fiore smirks.
I want you to really keep driving on this bitchy, fun flair. I think it’s a smart choice, and I look forward to seeing it.
“Thank you.” Fiore nods.
…
Hello, Haja!
“Hi Chronologica.” Haja smiles.
Now, you’ve been really under the radar, thus far.
Haja nods.
Haja Hubiani: “Thanks, Chronologica.”
What are you going to do this week to show off?
“I am going to be Priyanka Chopra.” Haja nods. “It’s an excuse to show off me, and to be a famous actress.”
I’m surprised you’re not doing a fashion diva, or something fun- not what I expected?
“In a good way?” Haja winks.
Chronologica shrugs.
Haja looks slightly nervous.
I want you to know this week, I need you to do something. For good or bad, everyone else here has had a moment I can see shining. I’m going to need you to do really good.
Haja nods. “Okay.”
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up.
Haja exhales.
~
As they get ready, Yasmin turns to Aguacate and Crayola.
“I feel like this is going to be a fun snatch game.” Yasmin grins.
“I do really agree.” Aguacate smiles.
“Same.” Crayola nods. “For me, it’s an opportunity to show off another side of me.”
“Well, you know, I would’ve expected like Elmo, you’ve had a hand up you.” Aguacate looks at Crayola.
Yasmin gasps, as Crayola looks speechless.
“Aguacate, you can’t say THAT!” Crayola looks shocked.
Aguacate: “If you can’t deal with a fisti-” Aguacate looks into the camera. “How are you supposed to be a dirty Elmo?!”
“No, I do agree.” Aguacate nods. “Especially as this is a meaningful one for me.”
Yasmin and Crayola look surprised as Aguacate speaks normally.
“How so?” Crayola asks.
Aguacate's eyes light up, brimming with excitement. She takes a deep breath and begins to share her story.
"Well, you see, growing up, I had a special connection with Cantinflas." Aguacate grins, as if reflecting. "I used to watch his movies with my Abuelo, and it became our little tradition. Cantinflas had this incredible ability to make people laugh and bring joy to their lives, including mine."
“That is lovely.” Crayola smiles.
Aguacate pauses, before grinning. "You see, I come from a humble background. We didn't have much, and life wasn't always easy. But Cantinflas taught me that laughter could be a form of resilience, a way to rise above adversity. He inspired me to embrace my own unique quirks and use them to make others smile. And I cannot wait to show myself off and SLAY this.”
Haja shuffles in her seat nearby.
Yasmin Raiz smiles. "Aguacate, that's beautiful. Your love and admiration for Cantinflas shine through your every word. I feel the same about… cooking.”
Aguacate and Crayola turn to look at Yasmin.
"Cooking?" Aguacate raises an eyebrow. "Tell me more, Yasmin."
“Well, for as long as I can remember, cooking has been my ultimate form of self-expression. It's not just about creating delicious dishes; it's about infusing love, creativity, and laughter into every meal I make."
“I do love to eat, too.” Crayola giggles.
Yasmin smiles. "As I grew older, I realized that cooking allowed me to combine two of my greatest passions: comedy and food. I began experimenting with different flavors, textures, and ingredients, infusing dishes with unexpected twists and humorous presentations."
“So, where’s my invite to the dinner party?” Aguacate responds.
“Soon.” Yasmin smiles. “Padma Lakshmi is that. I feel excited to show it, and embrace it.”
“I love how…” Crayola beams. “We’re all so excited. We know we can do this, show ourselves and provide a fantastic snatch game.”
Haja Hubiani: “They’re all EXCITED. And I feel stressed. And…”
“I can’t do this.” Haja says to herself. “I’m out.”
Without another word, Haja walks out.
“...Okay?” Aguacate looks at the others.
“Is she okay?” Granny responds.
“Probably just needed a moment.” Crayola smiles. “We all do.”
Outside, Haja sits alone.
“I’m frustrated.” Haja talks to the camera. “I feel as if like, I feel like- I haven’t quite hit the mark. I know this is a big challenge. I want to show myself, I want-” Haja exhales, looking around.
…
…
"I thought... I thought someone would follow me." Haja whispers to herself, her voice trembling. She looks back at the door.. but the doorway remains empty.
Haja’s eyes well with tears. “Okay.”
Haja continues to look at the door as Aguacate’s laughter booms.
…
…
Haja looks at the door.
…
…
…
"I can do this." Haja mutters to herself. "I didn't come this far to give up now. I have a voice, a story to share, and I won't let my fears silence me."
Haja gets up.
“Challenge time.”
~
Stats
Voting
Spreadsheet

Light skin, dark skin, my Asian persuasion
Granny gives an expressive face, before twirling onto the floor with a wink and a smile as the judges grin.
Aguacate: “GRANNY?!”
Yeah, that sexy, sexy, sexy
Hideyoshi jumps around, landing into a split as he shimmies and shakes his body in furious fashion.
Strum me like a guitar, blow out my amplifier
Granny begins to exhale and inhale in an overly expressive fashion, playing a fake guitar as Chronologica chuckles.
I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh
Hideyoshi flips into the air and lands into a death drop, before raising their hands in the air to cartwheel.
Jaslene Bangus: “Hideyoshi is doing… far too much. He can dance. Wow.” Jaslene shrugs.
When you hear some feedback, keep going take it higher
Granny points to the roof, and then signs a request for the people to turn up the song louder, before fist bumping in humorous fashion.
Feedback, feedback
Hideyoshi drops to the floor, as Granny crosses her hands and smiles as the song ends.
…
Granny Gorgeous, Shantay you stay.
“Thank you.” Granny looks at Hideyoshi with a smile. “I wish you well.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi.
Hideyoshi sighs.
Thank you for showing your heart and soul. I wish you luck. Now… sashay away.
“I do appreciate you giving me this chance.” Hideyoshi clutches his chest. “Off I go.”
Hideyoshi laughs as he struts off. “Oh, I SWEAR if the third warlord WINS…”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “I do wish- I did a lot more than I did. But, I am happy to have fought, to have lived and did it.” Hideyoshi smiles. “Nobuna, I hope you feel proud.”
Lipstick Message: “Woo! What a journey. I wish you all the most slayful journey. Act defiant. CONQUER THE WORLD!”
~
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The racers walk into the werkroom.
“Hideyoshi!” Aguacate yells, frowning before smiling. “...Actually, I’m not sad.”
Granny Gorgeous: “I just lip synced for my life. And wow, that was… terrifying.”
“Woo! What a journey. I wish you all the most slayful journey. Act defiant. CONQUER THE WORLD!” Granny smiles.
Haja rolls her eyes.
Haja Hubiani: “Go fuck yourself, Hideyoshi.”
“Okay… and you’re gone, so how did that work?” Haja looks at the mirror.
“Facts.” Jaslene smirks.
Fiore giggles.
Everyone sits down.
“I do want to say, congratulations to my sister, Ms Fiore…” Jaslene smirks, as everyone claps. “For winning her first challenge!”
The racers clap, as Fiore giggles.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I feel so good. I knew I deserved this, but the validation was nice.”
“Totally agree.” Crayola smiles. “I did actually expect Ms Raiz to win though with the caliber she brought.” Crayola responds, looking at Yasmin with a smile.
Fiore looks annoyed.
“You being here has changed lives. I do think you were really, gorgeously baring your heart, and showing world power. You should be proud of yourself.” Crayola grins.
“Thank you.” Yasmin clutches her chest with a grin.
“It was great to see your queer joy.” Omari nods.
“For me, I wish I did win…” Haja shrugs. “But I did really enjoy what you delivered.”
Yasmin blushes.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Should I go walk into a ditch?”
“Why are you all so shocked that I won the challenge?” Fiore asks.
The others look awkwardly, as Jaslene smirks.
“I put together a great shoot, I look amazing, and truly… you’re underestimating me.” Fiore says.
Crayola shakes her head. “Well darling, we didn’t mean-”
“I know what you mean.” Fiore says, coldly.
Aguacate looks into the camera with a kooky face.
“I want to say- I’m here, and I hope you see me now.” Fiore smiles, with a hint of shade.
“We’ve always seen you girl, you’re gorgeous!” Zazu grins.
“Mhm.” Fiore gets up.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I am more than just gorgeous, I am Fiore Stravaganza and I am a superstar.”
“Those girls have no idea the power of us AE girls.” Jaslene says, as the two de-drag.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I, singularly, know what I can do, even if these girls don’t. They will underestimate me for the last time.”
“I’m so ready to keep showing them up. I-” Fiore smiles. “Mean us.”
Jaslene winks.
Fiore Stravaganza: “So know this. I’m coming… and they all… better watch out.”
“Period!” Jaslene yells.
Fiore Stravaganza: “This is the reign of Italy, and we’re not giving up.”
~
The Next Day, Yasmin starts handing out plates.
“Today, on the menu, was requested by Zazu…” Yasmin smiles.
“SALAD!” Zazu grins.
“...You asked for salad?” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I love a salad.” Zazu smiles. “Well, there’s a fruit salad, there’s a pear salad-”
“A pear is a fruit.” Omari chuckles.
“I know, but when you ask for a fruit salad, it’s not the same as a pear salad, you know?” Zazu nods.
Everyone looks confused.
“...I get it.” Aguacate fistbumps Zazu.
King Omari Star: “Not the fist bump.”
You’ve got drag mail!
Don’t be spectacular. Be SNATCHTACULAR!
“OH MY GOD!” Aguacate yells.
Yasmin drops her bowl. “YES!”
It’s Drag Time!
Hi Racers! This is it…
Racers, for this week’s challenge, it’s time for the SNATCH GAME!
Everyone cheers.
For this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time for you to put your celebrity impersonation skills to the test in the Snatch Game! Impersonate a favorite celebrity, show off your skills and MAKE ME LAUGH!
Aguacate: “I am so excited for this challenge. I know what to do, I know what I do well- and I am ready for this.”
~
The racers sit around the tables and start chatting.
“So, what are we all doing for the snatch gaaaame?” Aguacate asks.
“Well, I’ve decided I’m going outside of my child-friendly box.” Crayola says, with pride in her voice.
“How so?” Omari asks.
“I’m doing Elmo.” Crayola winks.
The others look at Crayola.
King Omari Star: “Oh lord.”
“Stepping outside your child-friendly box onto sesame street?” Omari winks.
“No!” Crayola chuckles. “I want to surprise people. It’s a take you can feel like will be at first, child friendly. But I want to shock with something unexpected. An X-rated take on it.”
“They’re gonna sue your ass.” Aguacate laughs.
“Noooooo!” Crayola chuckles. “My dear, you don’t get it.”
Crayola Boxx: “I feel like this is a smart approach. They may not see the vision, but I do. I feel comfortable and excited for this.”
“I am the one and only Nelson Mandela.” Omari grins.
Zazu gasps. “THE Nelson Mandela? He’s a sacred figure!”
“Didn’t stop your-” Aguacate starts before being shushed.
“This could be seen as controversial, but I believe all people can be parodied- and the real Nelson Mendela would take this with love and laughter. And I will be making prison jokes.” Omari says.
Zazu looks worriedly. “Are you sure you can do it well?”
Omari smirks. “Look at my drag and you can see the answer.”
Aguacate cackles.
“I have decided to do Betty White.” Granny smiles.
Aguacate looks into the camera.
Aguacate: “Must I say more?”
“Ms Raiz, you’re a comedian.. Who are you doing?” Aguacate purses her lips.
Yasmin takes out a big knife.
Aguacate screams.
“Padma Lakshimi, my deary-diddly-do!” Yasmin holds the knife in the air. “The top chef.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am also a top chef.” Yasmin giggles. “JKDSNAMDNSAMDAS!!”
“This is fun.” Aguacate nods.
“Charlize Theron for me.” Zazu grins.
Aguacate makes another awkward face.
“I wanted to do a Pakistani Celebrity, but I’ve decided… Priyanka Chopra is a better option.” Haja says.
“I’m… a bit surprised at this.” Yasmin looks at Haja.
“How come?” Haja asks.
Yasmin makes a confused face. “She’s not the most Pakistani friendly. Her comments…”
Haja blinks twice before responding “I mean, let’s not get into geopolitical conflict.” Haja says. “It’s not worth it.”
Yasmin makes a face.
Yasmin Raiz: “Oh, she’s not politically active, clearly. Her face just went blank.”
“I think this is a good choice.” Haja responds. “And I want to show what I can do.”
“Okay..” Yasmin smiles awkwardly.
“So many good choices…” Aguacate grins. “I am doing Cantinflas.”
“Who is that?” Granny asks.
“ The ICONIC Mexican comedian. He is a big inspiration for my drag and I will be going absolutely crazy with him. He was a psychopath like me!” Aguacate grins.
Crayola Boxx: “I cannot tell if that is a joke or not.”
“Well, I cannot wait to see you all give your best.” Aguacate laughs.
“You didn’t ask me and Jaslene.” Fiore looks at Aguacate.
“Oh, pretty girls?” Aguacate winks.
“I mean, I am doing Super B, Bilma, from the 2002 hit movie Super B. Because I can play a ditzy, sexy, female heroine.” Jaslene looks over. “And I know how to do it well.”
Aguacate shrugs.
“And I’m doing Donatella Versace.” Fiore adds.
“So, pretty girls.” Aguacate laughs.
“And you’re doing someone ugly, like you?” Jaslene looks over.
Aguacate laughs.
“I know I can do this.” Fiore looks at Jaslene. “Donatella is a good choice.”
“I’m sure it is, babe.” Jaslene nods. “Let’s prac-”
“I think I’m going to focus solo for a moment.” Fiore smiles. “If that’s okay?”
“Oh yeah, sure.” Jaslene nods.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I am not leaving anything to chance this week.”
~
Chronologica goes to visit the racers.
Zazu Nova!
“Hiiiiiii!” Zazu waves.
How do you feel about the Snatch Game?
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Zazu grins. “Is my thought.”
Who are you portraying?
“Charlize Theron aka one of my idols.” Zazu smiles. “She’s pretty, and I will talk about like how her mom killed her dad….”
Chronologica’s eyes bulge.
Zazu Nova: “Charlize Theron is a WARRIOR.”
But how are you going to make it funny?
“Well, I will have a strong…” Zazu talks. “South African Accent… and I will joke about my roles… and it will be fabulous.”
Okay, I don’t see it right now, but I want you to work on it, and really showcase how you can.
Zazu Nova: “I feel confident.” Zazu grins.
…
Fiore Stravaganza!
“Ms Logica.” Fiore smiles.
You won last week. Thus far, everyone who has won… has lip synced the following week. Do you plan on repeating this pattern?
“God no, I’m better than that.”
Chronologica chuckles.
Who are you doing for the Snatch Game?
“Donatella Versace.” Fiore smirks.
Tell me why.
“Because she is a diva. She’s blonde, she’s pretty, she’s rich, and she’s a little bit of a bitch.”
Chronologica grins.
“I also think she’s witty. She will respond and bite and reflect at this foolishness around her.” Fiore grins.
What is the foolishness here?
“Some of these girls are clowns.” Fiore shrugs.
I don’t think you’re entirely wrong.
Fiore smirks.
I want you to really keep driving on this bitchy, fun flair. I think it’s a smart choice, and I look forward to seeing it.
“Thank you.” Fiore nods.
…
Hello, Haja!
“Hi Chronologica.” Haja smiles.
Now, you’ve been really under the radar, thus far.
Haja nods.
Haja Hubiani: “Thanks, Chronologica.”
What are you going to do this week to show off?
“I am going to be Priyanka Chopra.” Haja nods. “It’s an excuse to show off me, and to be a famous actress.”
I’m surprised you’re not doing a fashion diva, or something fun- not what I expected?
“In a good way?” Haja winks.
Chronologica shrugs.
Haja looks slightly nervous.
I want you to know this week, I need you to do something. For good or bad, everyone else here has had a moment I can see shining. I’m going to need you to do really good.
Haja nods. “Okay.”
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up.
Haja exhales.
~
As they get ready, Yasmin turns to Aguacate and Crayola.
“I feel like this is going to be a fun snatch game.” Yasmin grins.
“I do really agree.” Aguacate smiles.
“Same.” Crayola nods. “For me, it’s an opportunity to show off another side of me.”
“Well, you know, I would’ve expected like Elmo, you’ve had a hand up you.” Aguacate looks at Crayola.
Yasmin gasps, as Crayola looks speechless.
“Aguacate, you can’t say THAT!” Crayola looks shocked.
Aguacate: “If you can’t deal with a fisti-” Aguacate looks into the camera. “How are you supposed to be a dirty Elmo?!”
“No, I do agree.” Aguacate nods. “Especially as this is a meaningful one for me.”
Yasmin and Crayola look surprised as Aguacate speaks normally.
“How so?” Crayola asks.
Aguacate's eyes light up, brimming with excitement. She takes a deep breath and begins to share her story.
"Well, you see, growing up, I had a special connection with Cantinflas." Aguacate grins, as if reflecting. "I used to watch his movies with my Abuelo, and it became our little tradition. Cantinflas had this incredible ability to make people laugh and bring joy to their lives, including mine."
“That is lovely.” Crayola smiles.
Aguacate pauses, before grinning. "You see, I come from a humble background. We didn't have much, and life wasn't always easy. But Cantinflas taught me that laughter could be a form of resilience, a way to rise above adversity. He inspired me to embrace my own unique quirks and use them to make others smile. And I cannot wait to show myself off and SLAY this.”
Haja shuffles in her seat nearby.
Yasmin Raiz smiles. "Aguacate, that's beautiful. Your love and admiration for Cantinflas shine through your every word. I feel the same about… cooking.”
Aguacate and Crayola turn to look at Yasmin.
"Cooking?" Aguacate raises an eyebrow. "Tell me more, Yasmin."
“Well, for as long as I can remember, cooking has been my ultimate form of self-expression. It's not just about creating delicious dishes; it's about infusing love, creativity, and laughter into every meal I make."
“I do love to eat, too.” Crayola giggles.
Yasmin smiles. "As I grew older, I realized that cooking allowed me to combine two of my greatest passions: comedy and food. I began experimenting with different flavors, textures, and ingredients, infusing dishes with unexpected twists and humorous presentations."
“So, where’s my invite to the dinner party?” Aguacate responds.
“Soon.” Yasmin smiles. “Padma Lakshmi is that. I feel excited to show it, and embrace it.”
“I love how…” Crayola beams. “We’re all so excited. We know we can do this, show ourselves and provide a fantastic snatch game.”
Haja Hubiani: “They’re all EXCITED. And I feel stressed. And…”
“I can’t do this.” Haja says to herself. “I’m out.”
Without another word, Haja walks out.
“...Okay?” Aguacate looks at the others.
“Is she okay?” Granny responds.
“Probably just needed a moment.” Crayola smiles. “We all do.”
Outside, Haja sits alone.
“I’m frustrated.” Haja talks to the camera. “I feel as if like, I feel like- I haven’t quite hit the mark. I know this is a big challenge. I want to show myself, I want-” Haja exhales, looking around.
…
…
"I thought... I thought someone would follow me." Haja whispers to herself, her voice trembling. She looks back at the door.. but the doorway remains empty.
Haja’s eyes well with tears. “Okay.”
Haja continues to look at the door as Aguacate’s laughter booms.
…
…
Haja looks at the door.
…
…
…
"I can do this." Haja mutters to herself. "I didn't come this far to give up now. I have a voice, a story to share, and I won't let my fears silence me."
Haja gets up.
“Challenge time.”
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My nerve wavered a little.
"I don't really like the taste of blood, B."
"It doesn't taste like blood. Everybody tastes something different. Rossi says it tastes like old wine, Jimmy tastes caramel and leather, and me? To me it… tastes like gunpowder, and the way diesel smells."
I stared at the glass, then quickly tipped it into my mouth, took it down in two quick gulps, slid the mouth guard in place, at the same time sitting back against the sectional again as Becca snatched the glass from me.
It burned when it touched my tongue, and for a moment I tasted rose water and cinnamon, and in the next second, I was gone.
I've had a seizure once in my life, detoxing from heroin. The doctor said it was very rare, I was an unlucky fuck at best, but this? This was worse.
You ever seen a video of a tetanus convulsion? How the back bends, only their head and feet are touching the ground? Well, that's exactly what happened the moment the burning settled in my stomach. My entire body locked down, it felt like my muscles themselves would break my bones.
The pain overtook me and everything went black, but I soon realized I hadn't lost consciousness. No, I could see into the black. I was floating in it, naked. It was rolling like clouds of smoke, or a velvet curtain rippling in the breeze, and inside of the black, things were moving.
They were just as black, slimy, slithering things. Arms and legs and spider fingers and… wings, wings like bats, but no… not just black, iridescent. I saw within them blue, purple, red. They came from the darkness and spread over me like oil. Their touch was cold, but me? The burning spread all over my body. I felt like I was on fire.
I came back to the apartment a moment later, tried my best to tell my body to go with it while my muscles contracted and shook. It ended just as suddenly as it began.
I felt weak, when it was over. My body hurt. I felt like I had been in a car crash. But oddly enough, some parts of me didn't hurt anymore.
My limbs felt like lead as I removed the guard, but I found the strength to reach down and lift the leg of my pants. The old surgery scars on my knee were gone. The pain I had been living with for the last nineteen years was completely and suddenly absent.
My arms shook as I let go of my pants leg. I couldn't find the strength to lower it back to my ankle. I touched my nose as gingerly as I could with my hand jerking. It still hurt just as badly as it had before, but the ring finger on my left hand? It was bending again.
"Did it work?" I asked. Becca removed a few bits of ephemera from a mirrored tray on the coffee table, and raised it before my face.
My skin was no longer swollen and bruised, my nose still bloody but no longer dripping. Beneath my fingers, the bone felt whole again. It wasn't the only thing that had changed. The creases in my forehead, the crow's feet at the corner of my eyes, the smile and frown lines around my mouth, they were all gone. My skin was as smooth as though I was a teenager again.
My eyes were brighter, somehow. I had always gotten quite a lot of compliments on my green eyes, didn't think it was arrogant to recognize what others had told me, but they were different now, somehow paler yet deeper in color all at the same time. There was a new ring of yellow around the pupil that hadn't been there before. I felt with my tongue on the left side of my jaw.
The molar was back, like it had never been gone. It was different, though. Still a flat chewing surface but the edges were sharp, sharp enough that I sliced the tip of my tongue running it across the surface. I tasted blood for a moment before the cut was suddenly whole again.
I flexed my fingers experimentally, found the tremors were easing with every passing second and a flush was spreading across my body, both hot and cold all at once. Strength flooded my muscles, my mind was as clear as a bell, but despite all of that, I still felt a consuming weakness and exhaustion inside.
I'd gotten stuck for two shifts at the grocery store once, then had a call out on the stock crew and had stayed for four hours to help them. I had worked a total of twenty hours that day, and this… felt exactly like that, exhausted and as wired as a methhead on a three day bender all at the same time. Simultaneously bone-tired and hurting but feeling like I was bulletproof.
Becca was watching me with a sad grin.
"Hell of a ride, huh?"
I jerked my head in a nod, found I had to adjust the amount of force I put behind it because I was moving quicker than I had before.
"You know, I can see why Jimmy likes it… and Rocco doesn't."
"Rossi, well, how do I put this? He likes to stay in control, but he isn't a control freak. He barely even drinks… but Jimmy… he's less concerned about controlling himself and more concerned about controlling everyone else."
Becca stood then, removed some alcohol wipes and a tourniquet from the tackle box, turning on the blood warmer. She hooked the first of the bags to the IV line and sat again, opening the wipe but not removing it yet. She tied the tourniquet around her arm, or, tried to. She was struggling with it.
"You need some help with that?"
She looked at me for a moment before she nodded.
"Yeah, actually."
I took the tourniquet from her, moving before her and sitting on the coffee table.
"You know, as many years as I've been doing this, I still suck at it. Can't find a fucking vein for a goddamned hour at a time, blow them out everytime I turn around."
I made a sound of acknowledgment as I tied the tourniquet tight around her arm. I felt with my fingers, but wasn't having much luck. A slap with the back of my hand in the dip of her elbow didn't do much more to distend the veins. The back of her hand was equally lacking in usable veins.
"There's one thing about it, kid, you would have made a terrible junkie, you got shit for veins."
She made a sound of frustration and tried to pull her arm away from me.
"See, I told you."
"Uh-uh, hold on. You can launder money in your sleep, but me? I can find a vein with my eyes closed."
I felt farther up onto her forearm, then tried the back of it. I finally had luck, pressed the vein a few times to get it to stand up farther.
"See, you got a good one right there."
I wiped over it with the alcohol, grabbed the hypodermic and glanced up to her face. She had her eyes squeezed shut.
"On three."
She nodded, and I counted down, slid the needle in, then pressed the snap to leave only the cannula inside the vein, taped it down, then removed the tourniquet.
"All done."
I opened the tubing to allow the blood to start traveling down, and adjusted the flow regulator just a bit.
"Voila."
She stared at me for a long moment.
"You're really good at that. You ever considered going to school? You'd make a hell of a phlebotomist."
I snorted lightly.
"I can see all kind of doctors in my future just itching to hire a felon into their office."
"You could go work with Farid down at the free clinic. He runs the place, you know Muslims love doing charity work. They don't pay amazing, nonprofit and all, but he honestly don't give a shit who works there as long as you know what you're doing."
I hummed quietly. As I watched, the color drained from her face, going from white, straight to gray. She winced, and sat back against the couch stiffly.
"It hurts when it goes in the vein?" I asked the obvious.
She nodded.
"Burns like I shot up acid. Never gets any easier, but at least I don't get an in-game tutorial on a Grand Mal seizure, so… small blessings."
"You want a drink or something, B? A snack?"
She laughed weakly.
"Yeah. Give me a water and some oreos. They're in the cabinet over the stove."
I followed her directions and brought the bottle of water and a saucer of the cookies to her. She pulled one knee up, her bare foot balanced on the edge of the couch cushion and set the saucer on her other thigh.
"Can I ask you something, Tony?"
"Shoot, B."
She stayed silent for a long moment.
"You know, I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you but… would you… hold me?"
I laughed quietly and sat down beside her, looping my arm around her shoulders and tucking her in close to my side. I laid her head against my shoulder, tucked under my jaw, and looped my other arm around the front of her shoulders, smoothing my hand over her hair. She wiggled against me just a bit, getting comfortable.
"No worries at all, B. I mean, I guess you and me are literally famiglia now. And no offense, you're a good looking kid but… other than the fact you're too young for me, and you're my best friend's girl, you're not exactly my type."
She snorted.
"Let me guess, the gentleman prefers blondes and older women."
That gave me a bit of a chuckle.
"I gotta say, you got me pegged again, B."
I smoothed my hand over her hair, and began humming softly and rocking gently.
"No, Non Si Speri," she said, quietly. "That's funny, that's Ma's favorite song."
I laughed. Goddamned patterns…
"Mine, too, Miss Rebecca, mine, too."
She tried her best to relax against me, but I could feel every time she stiffened and winced.
Time to distract her again.
"So, uh, that night, Antoni came in late, and asked you out… start from there."
She adjusted her body against mine again.
"Yeah, uh… he asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I asked him why he wanted to know, and he told me he didn't want to step on anyone's toes… so I told him he should be worried about stepping on my toes, cause he was talking to the Boss of me. And he laughed, and asked me if I could ask the Boss about the girl who worked the register, if she would be interested in having dinner and seeing a movie. It kind of caught me off guard. I had been fantasizing about that exact thing happening but I was scared. I told him if he was just fucking with me I'd have to ban him from the store, permanently. But he said no, he was serious… so I told him that we'd go out that Saturday to see this horror movie that had just come out and he could pick where we ate, cause I'd eat most anything, just not to take me anywhere fancy, cause I only dress up for Mass and his ass wasn't better than God."
"You probably should have kept that bit to yourself, B. Bet you sealed the deal for him right then and there. He'd found his girl and she was already a Catholic, didn't even have to get her to convert."
"So we… went out the next night. I worked the morning shift so I could have the night off, and I had Antoni meet me on the platform so there'd be less chance of somebody seeing. All that day at work, I started to get more and more worried. The motherfucker was literally two feet taller than me, down to the inch, but I figured that put me at a good height to suckerpunch him in his balls if he stepped out of line. I ain't exactly a slouch when it comes to self defense but when I met him that night I took my steel telescoping baton with me, just in case. I didn't have to worry. He never laid a hand on me, not once, till I touched him that way first, even if it was as simple as holding my hand, or putting his arm around me.
"I mean, the man should be up for canonization… he had patience like a fucking Saint. That… that picture, on my phone, that was the first time I ever kissed him. Six weeks I made him wait. Six weeks and him taking me out every Saturday like clock work, but he never said a word, never made a pass, just waited for me."
I could hear tears feathering into her voice again.
"That day, I made him call off work so we could spend the day at Coney Island. Made him spend two hundred damned dollars on the fairway to win me this giant blue bear, and he lugged it around the rest of the day with this stupid grin on his face, carried it home on the fucking train. Six weeks, and me spending almost every night in his bed…"
"So you two slept together before you ever 'slept together'?"
I could feel her nod, more than see it.
"At first, I just wanted to give him a hard time… you know, see just how much patience he really had… but, I felt safe with him, Tony, sleeping beside him was the safest I'd ever felt in my life. I didn't want to give up that feeling. If I had known how it would all end up, I wouldn't have made either of us wait that long… but… that day, right before we left, we went on the Wonder Wheel and… the fucking engine blew. There was this loud ass boom and this big ass cloud of smoke. I thought it was a fucking bomb, to be honest. We were stuck up there at the top for four solid hours while they tried to fix the engine, and when they finally gave up and called the fire department, we had to wait for a ladder truck to get there. So after the first thirty minutes had passed, I asked him if he wanted to make out, and he grinned at me and said… Absolutely."
She sniffed back her tears, cleared her throat and I tucked her tiny body closer against my side.
"You know, he took that picture to send to his brother. He hadn't brought his phone, so he used mine. Said Igor had been riding his ass the whole time about how I was stringing him along for the past six weeks and he was stupid enough to let me. And after that, I got a little handsy, to be honest. It was like the old saying goes, there was some Roman Hands and Russian Fingers that day. I had to put his hands where I wanted them myself, but uh… he didn't need a lot of instruction after that point. The assholes in the booth behind us kept whooping and hollering, they knew exactly what was going on but… I didn't really give a fuck. I just wanted to get a nut and give him one, too, and we had hours to kill.
"We fooled around for a few more days after that, you know, exchanged some, uh, oral instruction, if you will, but… I-I was scared to death. I didn't want to admit I'd never been with a man before, so the night I decided to go all the way, I goaded Ciech into a drinking game. Drank his ass under the table, but… Antoni, that stupid fucker… he told me no. Said I was perfectly welcome to spend another night in his bed, but if I wanted more than that, then I had to come to him sober. I was so embarrassed I cussed him like a dog, in every language I knew and he just… sat there through the whole thing, never even looked up from his book, just… asked me if I was done acting like a spoiled child. So then, I started crying cause I was so angry. And then the stupid fucker told me, 'You shouldn't cry like that, it's embarassing."
I snorted.
"Yeah, he was a bitch about that, wasn't he? Little bit of toxic masculinity to spice things up, eh?"
"So then I was doubly pissed, and I didn't talk to him for three days."
She sighed.
"Most miserable three days of my life. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, it was like… every cell in my body was calling for him. I finally broke down, and begged him not to say no again… and he didn't. And, Jesus Christ, I wanted it every day after that, sometimes twice a day and… he never told me no again. It took a little while to get comfortable for the two of us, but eventually we started to share some of our proclivities with each other.
"Turned out he was a sadomasochist, just like me, so we uh, added some new activities in. We both got a kick out of the fact he could throw me around like a rag doll and fold me up like a pretzel, but, personally, I think he got a bigger kick out of the fact my little ass could actually hurt him if I really wanted to… and sometimes I wanted to. I'd have a bad day at work or school, and come home and take it out on him… and he loved every second of it."
She sighed again.
"But uh, that shit, it got us both in trouble. One night in early November, I had gotten a little rough with him. He had, you know, bruises and scratch marks and bite marks all over him. And the next day when he went to work, the heating system fucked up. It was running on high, no matter how low they put it… Antoni told me he was getting so hot his head was hurting. His Dad was up front on the counter and Toni was back there where none of the customers could see, so he thought he was safe and took his shirt off, but… his Dad came back to ask him something.
"You know, I guess from the outside looking in, it kind of looked like Antoni'd gotten a hold of somebody that didn't wanna be gotten a hold of, and apparently his Dad has very strongly held convictions when it comes to rape. So he uh… jerked Antoni's ass up, pinned him against the wall and asked him what in the hell he had done. And Antoni told me he was so damned scared that all he could think to say was, 'Don't worry, it was consensual.'"
I winced.
"Ohhh… that is…"
"Yeah, not good. So then he got his ass jumped for getting, uh, 'friendly' with somebody but not having brought me there to introduce me to the family… but, apparently he had already been planning on taking me over to Greenpoint, cause a couple of weeks before he had asked me for my measurements. Hell, I figured he wanted to buy me a catsuit to go along with the damned Dominatrix boots he bought me. He used to want me to stand on his chest, step on his hands..."
"The boot worship comment makes a lot more sense now," I muttered.
"What?"
"I said continue your story." I raised my voice back to speaking.
She sat in silence for another minute. I could practically hear her frowning, but in the end she didn't push it.
"Anyway… I'd told the stupid fucker not to buy me a dress, and what did he do? Bought me a dress to meet his family in. But when I saw it, I didn't even care. It was beautiful, all these colorful, gorgeous embroidered flowers all over the skirt. There was like this flower crown that went with it, with all these ribbons hanging down. The family dinner he was planning to take me to was an informal Polish Independence Day celebration, you know, not the whole neighborhood, just the people they knew. And the dress was traditional Polish clothing. I felt so goddamned out of place wearing that thing, everybody on the train kept staring, but he was wearing funny clothes too, and this stupid little hat, so it wasn't so bad. He made me wear the damned boots with the dress, though."
Laughter burst out of me.
"And you know, his Dad's eyes got kind of big when he first saw me."
"Probably trying to figure out how you'd torn his son's ass up so bad with as tiny as you are."
"But they were nice to me, his parents and his cousins. Everybody was nice to me. And it wasn't long after that, about a month, that he asked me to marry him. I guess he was nervous too, and he got drunk hisself, and then I told him no, cause I'm a spiteful bitch. Said he was perfectly welcome to have me in his bed another night but if he wanted more, he had to come to me sober… and then I asked him where the hell the ring was, and he said he wasn't going to buy a ring if I wasn't going to say yes, and I told him I wasn't going to say yes unless I had a ring. But apparently he had bought a ring, and given it to his mother to keep."
She held her left hand up to show me. It was a 3 carat Princess cut diamond with a ring of smaller diamonds around it.
"It's a brand of lab grown diamonds, Mivoleti." She said quietly.
"Mi vole ti, 'I want you,' in Italian. Odd that."
"Yeah," she answered. "And now I can't even wear it, nobody knew we were together but his family. Come to think of it, I got no idea how I'm gonna tell Pops I'm pregnant, but, I guess at least he can't threaten to kill Antoni for deflowering his daughter, seeing as he's already dead and all."
I shook my head, squeezed her tight and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"It's gonna be alright, Becca." I had no idea how it was going to be alright, but I had to say something. "Looks like it's time to switch bags."
We finished the transfusion some time after that. I removed the IV but didn't bother with the gauze or tape. The hole in Becca's arm sealed shut almost immediately after I pulled the cannula from the vein.
We slept. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I opened my eyes it was dark outside and the apartment was getting cold again. I tried not to wake Becca, but it was a pointless effort. She watched me bleary-eyed while I filled the heater with Kerosene again and relit it.
"What time is it?" I asked in a sleep-gravelled voice.
She turned her phone on and glanced at the screen.
"It's 8:05. You got about two hours till you go get Ma. Go get something to wear while I wash that suit, and take a quick hot shower so you don't freeze to death."

So after all the support and the ask for updates .. Made them a temporary coop past days. Couldn't resist to make it a litle more then a wooden box.
The newbies have now the luxury full free range life 🌄 full garden access. While the other two chicks only go for a few hours a day in the full garden. But not now since they are seperated in quarantine.
So far so good... They still trust ne more and more. Today came by themselves on my lap. Perfect for there lotion and medic wich they absolut don't like in there mouth.
The brown one (chip) her eye is a litle worse and getting little bit harder so hopefully the crust dry fast and fell off very soon. The grey one (doortje) haves two little bubble under her eye. Applied creme with her also and meds in the drinks.
If somebody have good sources for natural immunity boosters and healing herbs... Shoot please 🙏🙏♥️😇🤞
So thanx all off you for supporting our chicks ♥️🙏

Smoked roughly 3-2-1. Rubbed in chilli, mustard, paprika, brown sugar, black pepper & garlic. Wrapped with butter and honey. Sauced with Sriracha, Gochujang, soy sauce & sesame oil.
These came out falling off the bone, sticky, sweet and really spicy. Served with rice and some stir-fried veg.
My wife was working today, so I spent the bank holiday drinking beer in the garden and making dinner.