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Plans are going ahead for this years Camp Sparkle. This makes me so happy! I love Camp Sparkle so very much ♥

Also, if you remember my Mikey hat speculation, pictures are showing that it is indeed a new era of the hat.

Apologies to those that see these at the Mikey comm too, though I'm sure you don't mind.

Now I go back to tackling my in-box and waiting for my brother who's coming to fix my washer. There was a leak and water gushing everywhere and the whole kitchen is upside down, but who cares when there are such things as Camp Sparkle and Mikey Way in the world ♥

ETA: HQ link to the fender picture

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Hat or no hat, his expression never changes. bless.

damn that boy is aging well

OH GOD, IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S WEARING A BONNET IN THE SECOND ONE!

He looks like Mikeyway, victorian spinster governess.

Things are being sorted out re: Camp Sparlke, then? So happy for you!

that it is indeed a new era of the hat.

Mikey seems to always have the most interesting eras!

Yeah. The first plans are starting to be made \o/

He has the best eras. I love that he gets a favourite item of clothes and just wears it all to hell.

In other news. Kay's BFF just brought over her baby, and omg, so cute!

AHAHAHAHAHA!

OMG! I can't even deal with that thought!

So are you saying he's wearing a nifty black dress too? *g*

He really does. It's sickening in a way.

He's adorable. I've been cooing at the screen an embarrassing amount the last few days.

Clearly! In the second pic, the collar of his coat looks Victorian-appropriate.

Mr. Schetcher is desperate to find a governess (a boy governess, whatever, it's a silly steampunk victorian world) for his youngest pupil, Mr. Iero, who's small and sickly but tends to scare away all his prospective teachers by hiding their belongings and/or making them explode and talking ALL the time. He's so desperate than when one of his acquaintances suggests Mr. Way, he immediately agrees and sends for him without even knowing anything about him (Frank's getting on his nerves and those shoes were new).

Two weeks later a carriage arrives and two figures step down, one wearing a long dark coat, a grey bonnet and round glasses and the other in full Romantic poet attire, tight breeches, long, flowy shirt (black) and uncombed hair.

Mikey, tried and true. YUM!

Stars. In. My. Eyes!

Mikey the Victorian spinster governess has brought his brother with him!

Mr Schetcher stands at the top of the steps and watches the carriage arrive. When he sees the figures step down he has a moment of thinking, the fuck?! but then his hand twinges and he itches at the bandage that's wrapped around his palm -- evidence of Frank's latest plan, an exploding tea cup.

Gathering himself, Brian goes down to the carriage and polite society dictates that he kiss the governess' hand, but she's -- he's? -- just standing still, saying nothing and expression frozen and Brian feels awkward and stupid as he thinks what to say. Which is when the other stranger bows low and theatrically swipes his hand through the air before clasping Brian's hand in a brief handshake before he says, "Gerard Way at your service. I'm Mikey's escort."

Brian manages a brief nod and tries not to stare at governess Way as the driver sets down a small bag before climbing back into the carriage.

Confused, Brian says, "Is that all? No trunks?" And Mr Way shakes his head and says, "We travel light."

Which is when there's a blood-curdling yell and Frank plummets from the second floor window, landing on the thankfully soft grass.

Exasperated, Brian's about to yell when the governess picks up his skirts at the front and strides forward, saying, "I'll deal with this."

Yum is the right word!

OH MIKEYWAY. I inherited a hat just like that from my grandma a few years ago. ♥

Well now you can wear it and make like Mikey :D

ahahahaha! This is AWESOME, youse guise.
*chinhands*

Yay for Camp Sparkle!

And I LOVE the current hat and coat combo Our Mister Way is working. [It's a little ridiculous how happy I am to see his face and how pleased I am for him about all the Fender attention.]

Good luck with the kitchen sitch - that sounds potentially Not Fun At All. But hopefully it will be a quick and easy fix. *crosses fingers*

I've been checking out the potential house for this years Camp Sparkle. There's an outdoor hot tub! Also all sorts of fancy stuff. But of course the people are the main draw. I can't wait!

It's fantastic to see Mikey out and about. He's being quite the man about town lately, getting his face onto camera, and I'm very glad he's doing so. Especially when he looks so hot at the same time.

Yeah, I hope it gets fixed easily too. My brother tends to be handy at that stuff it's just getting him here. I've been waiting all day and he'll probably swan in some time tonight.

And now I think I need to go make a new Mikey icon.

Brian watches the governess kneel down next to Frank without a word and he's sure that bonnet won't last long by the way Frank's staring at it. He should probably warn them but before he can say anything the other Mr. Way (or maybe the only Mr. Way, if the governess is a woman) grabs his wrist and opens his eyes wider. "Pray, would this magnificent mansion be hunted by any spirits or souls of the dead?"

Brian takes one step away from him but he still has a hold of him "Um, no?" Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make these people come without knowing them first, Frank's peculiar enough without their help.

He could send them away, Brian thinks, but that wouldn't solve the problem and he's lost one too many porcelain statuettes to Frank's un-channeled energy. He's about to request Mr. Way to leave, politely, when a grinning and surprisingly still Frank comes back holding the governess' hand. "She has sideburns!" The governess lifts a single, bushy eyebrow and stares at him.

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Camp Sparkle, wheeeeee!!!

:-|

Oh no, a water leak, how horrible. It's really one of the worst things that can happen. I hope it didn't make too much damage. Good luck with getting it fixed!

He looks really good although with Mikey that's sort of an obvious statement anytime. That hat looks so much like a cloche. It's sort of a shame that it doesn't have the traditional cloche band since those were like a less naunced version of the language of flowers I keep thinking about wonderful flapper AU.

I love Mikeyway's hat and his little robot self. One day he will know human emotions.

hi I added you cause I like your fic and you seem pretty neat :] I like people who like Mikeyway

I concur!

(Where are Bob and Ray in all this? Please tell me Bob's the surly groundskeeper.)

I may be trying to figure out the construction of that hat. For, you know, science.

I bet Alicia made him that hat. She seems like one of those nuevo hip knitters to me.

And, boo. Camp Sparkle is tentatively the worst week in May for me (Our quarter end is May 15th). Bah humbug!

Glee! Serious glee!

It's a stare that makes Brian feel uncomfortable, like the governess is staring into his soul and finding him lacking. It doesn't help that the other Mr Way -- the only Mr Way -- the one that's not the governess, is unable to stand still. In fact he appears quite deranged, his free hand pushed into his hair as he looks at the mansion.

"For shame, this is a place made for haunting." He whirls around then, gravel crunching under his feet. "Maybe the dead remain hidden to you? Or your eyes are blinded to those walking two worlds."

Brian tries to release his hand but he's held fast, and this situation is galloping out of his control. Aware of Frank's barely concealed giggles and the governess' pointed look Brian pulls himself to his full height and inclines his head at Raymond who's been discreetly waiting at the open doors to the mansion.

"Raymond, ensure governess Way's bag is taken to her... the prepared room."

"Very good, sir." Raymond dips his head and then adds. "Should I inform Robert we require another hare for dinner?"

Brian looks at Frank, who grins wider when Governess Way lifts up her skirts and starts to walk to the mansion -- in the process showing off boots that are surely not becoming for a young lady -- and at Mr Way, who's seemingly transfixed by the dark windows of the attic. Brian sighs, says, "Please."

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