#m:lennox

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Which muses know the whole routine to 'HoeDown Throwdown?

Mal: The what?

Rachel/Hannah/Melody: Boom boom clap Boom de-clap de-clap clap

Mal: I repeat, the what?

Jonathan. I’m going to tell you ‘bout a beat, that’s going to make you move your feet.

Jonathan, Rachel, Hannah, Melody: Pop it, Lock it, Polka-dot it

Mal: Did we end up in Auradon and no-one told me?

Aurora: Not that I’m aware of.

Rebecca: Seriously? Neither of you ever heard this before?

Mal: I’m from another world.

Aurora: I’m British.

Lennox: I’m not nearly drunk enough for this sh-

Jonathan, Rachel, Hannah, Melody: Put your hawk in the sky, side to side, jump to the left, stick it, glide

Rachel: C’mon you three; I know you know this.

Santana: I refuse to-

Dani: *grabs both Quinn and Santana by the elbow and drags them over to join the others already dancing and singing* Yeah, let’s skip to the bit where you both cave because we know she has you wrapped around her finger.

Santana: She does n-

Jonathan, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: I’ll give the barbecue, show and tell you how to move, if you’re five or eighty two, this is somethin’ you can do.

Aurora: *to Mal* I still have no idea what’s happening.

Mal: You and me both, sister.

Rebecca: I thought you said-

Mal: It’s a figure of speech!

Lennox: Hey, booze girl, more shots.

Rebecca: It’s Rebecca.

Lennox: Don’t care. Shots.

Melody: It doesn’t hurt to say please, Lennox

Lennox: Yes it does.

Rebecca: *joins the others*

Jonathan, Rebecca, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: Step, slide, lean it left, clap three times, shake it out, head to toe, throw it all together, that’s how we roll.

Mal: Okay, seriously, are we back in Auradon?

Jonathan, Rebecca, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: Do the hoedown (throwdown), do the hoedown (throwdown), do the hoedown,(throwdown), throw it all together, that’s how we roll

Aurora: This sort of thing happens a lot where you’re from?

Mal: Less country, more animated musical, but yeah.

Aurora: No offence, but I’m really glad we aren’t sisters.

Mal: None taken

Jonathan, Rebecca, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: We get to four, five, six, and you’re feelin’ busted, but it’s not time to quit, practice makes you perfect.

Lennox: Fine, I’ll get my own shots.

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Who are we rooting for for the Euros? Italy, England, or Denmark? (come on england!)

Lennox: Where's the Brit?

Melody: Weren't you born in Scotland?

Lennox: Your point?

Melody: Just that you're technically British, so...

Lennox: *stares at Melody*

Melody: ...

Melody: Right, I'll go see if Rora and the rest are back from Auradon yet.

Melody: *leaves*

Lucas: This is about football, right?

Hannah: Like football football, or soccer football?

Lennox: Real football.

Gwyn: So you do care.

Lennox: I don't. We left Scotland when I was 8 and I haven't looked back since. Sure as hell not to watch a bunch of grown ass people kick a ball around.

Hannah: Oh! Soccer football. But you said it was real football.

Rae: Han, sweetie, maybe don't provoke the lady with the knives fixation?

Maze: I'm not a part of this.

Rae: I meant her *points to Lennox*

Maze: I knew that. *to Lennox* Want to go try out my new whetstone?

Lennox: *shrugs* Why not. It'll get me away from this.

Maze/Lennox: *head for Maze's room*

Gwyn: *to Lucas* You follow European football.

Hannah: You mean soccer, right?

Rae: Han, you want to come help me make some snacks?

Hannah: Can Jello be one of them?

Rae: Sure.

Hannah: Green Jello?

Rae: Any colour you want.

Hannah: Green!

Rae: Sure. Lead the way.

Hannah: *cheers* Green Jello!

Hannah/Rae *head to the kitchen*

Lucas/Gwyn *watch them leave*

Lucas: There's something-

Gwyn: I know. But back to the question at hand.

Lucas: I spent some time in Europe, mostly England *grins* Okay, mostly the pubs to start, but eventually the rest of it. It was on the TVs a lot, so I got into it.

Gwyn: Aren't you full of surprises.

Melody: *returns* No sign of th- * looks around* Where did everyone go?

Gwyn: Lennox and Maze went to play with their knives, and Rae talked Hannah into-

Hannah: *from the kitchen* JELLO!

Melody: Right. Well, Rora and the rest still aren't back yet, so... has anyone answered the anon yet?

Gwyn: *looks at Lucas*

Lucas: England all the way!

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Anyone - best dance song of the 2010s?

Mun’s note: Reminder that all in character asks are being answered from the pov of the character’s canon/default verse until March 1st

No Muse specified. Muse selected at random: #6--Lennox Ferguson

“Bitch Better Have My Money.”

...

“What, You asked and I answered. Were you waiting for me to sing it to you?”

...

“Oh, you want the best dance song. Fine. S&M. What, you have a problem with RiRi? No? Good. Now fuck off.”

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Should Carly Rae Jepsen have a sword?

Lennox: I prefer knives.

Maze: Me too. Throwing, stabbing, or slashing?

Lennox: All three.

Maze: Me too!

Lennox: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

Maze: Mine first!

Lennox/Maze *leave the room*

Hannah: That was flirting... right?

Aurora: I think so.

Raven: I have a sword.

Tamsin: Like a real one? I’ve made a few prop swords, but I’ve never held a real one.

Raven: It’s real, but I don’t use it much anymore.

Tamsin: Can I see it?

Raven: It’s kind of personal.

Tamsin: Oh... okay then.

Raven: ... *sighs* Yeah, okay, you can see it.

Tamsin: You’re sure? I wouldn’t want to-

Raven: It’s fine. C’mon.

Tamsin/Raven: *leave the room*

Hannah: Was that flirting?

Aurora: Maybe?

Rae: I’ve got claws. Well, some of the time anyway.

Mal: Me too.

Rae: And fangs?

Mal: Yup.

Hannah: Are they flirting?

Mal/Rae: No.

Aurora: *whispers to Hannah* A little bit.

Jonathan: I think the real question is why would Carly Rae Jepsen need a sword? Is this a zombie virus scenario? because she’d probably be better off with a baseball bat if that’s the case.

Dani: Not a gun? Take them out before they’re close enough to grab you?

Jonathan: If you can find one, sure, but a baseball bat doesn’t run out of bullets, and it’s a lot more quite than a gun.

Dani: Fair point.

Hannah: But isn’t a baseball bat just a really dull sword?

Jonathan: ... Huh... hadn’t thought of it that way, but it kind of makes sense.

Dani: So our answer is yes, Carly Rae Jepsen should have a sword?

Jonathan: In a zombie scenario, yes.

Hannah: Is that flirting?

Aurora: I honestly have no idea.

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So, which of the squad is a Doja Cat fan?

Lennox: Boss Bitch is my ring tone.

Santana: Mine too.

Quinn: *under her breath* surprising surprise.

Rachel: Shh, Quinn. You know you love her. And as someone who crowned herself the Head Bitch In Charge back in high-school, it’s more than a little hypocritical for you to call out Santana for claiming a similar title.

Rae: Wait, she seriously called herself that.

Santana: Yup. Never lived up to it.

Quinn: Excuse you, I am the Head Bitch In Charge.

Santana: As i-

Rachel: Don’t make me bring out the ‘special’ photo album, Santana. 

Santana: You wouldn’t.

Hannah: Anyone else want to see this photo album now?

Jonathan: Umm...

Dani: No one else wants to see it.

Jonathan: Right. What she said.

Lennox: I kind of want to see it, now.

Hannah: You’re in it, aren’t you?

Dani: ...

Rachel: Who’s up to hear the party playlist I made.

Gwyn: We’re having a party?

Lucas: Black tie, or house?

Lennox: Was wondering where you olds got off to.

Rae: *under her breath* Getting off being the key words. *normal volume* I’m going out for a run, get some fresh air.

Lucas/Gwyn: Olds?

Lennox: Yeah. The rest of us are 25, tops. 

Raven: I’m 30

Rae: I’m 28

Lucas: Same here.

Rachel: Really? We have to talk skin care regimes later. 

Gwyn: 35 isn’t old.

Hannah: *winks* Not for me it isn’t.

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This was stupid.

And Lennox didn’t do stupid. Not since she kicked the D.E.B.S. to the curb and swore herself to doing whatever it took to tear the whole damned shithole down to the ground. 

But that’s why she was here, wasn’t it? Why she was being stupid just this once.

Lennox took a deep breath, held it, then let it out as she pulled her sunglasses off.

“Hey.” She said, hating the way her throat started to choke up as she looked down at the tombstone. It wasn’t just the risk of the D.E.B.S. catching her here that had kept her away all these years.

Clearing her throat, Lennox clenched her jaw for a beat, then took another--shakier--breath. “So, I know I- I haven’t been around since the fu-”

Lennox let out an angry grunt as she shook her head hard. Damnit! she was stronger than this! Tougher! She wasn’t some broken little girl who couldn’t say a damn word.

Clearing her throat again, Lennox stomped her foot against the ground, her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath.

“-Since that day. But I haven’t forgotten you.-” Lennox blinked twice, refusing to raise her hand to wipe away the tears now dripping down her cheeks. “-And I never will. I’m going to make them pay for what they did. I promise. And when I do-”

A bitter laugh that flirted with becoming a sob broke past Lennox’s lips.

“-You’re going to get tired of seeing me.”

With another blink, Lennox gave her head another shake, then shoved her sunglasses back on. Her fingertips grazed the top of the tombstone as she walked past it, a soft, “Miss you, boo.” the last thing she said before redoubling her pace towards the exit.

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Updated bio for Lennox Ferguson

Headcanon:

Left handed

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“Guns are good, don’t get me wrong-” Lennox waved her right hand as her left pulled the knife from the sheath strapped to her thigh,”-but the thing about guns is that they need bullets. Run out of those and all you have in your hand is a very pretty paperweight. At best, you can throw it at someone and give them a bruise. But a knife-” she held her’s up, the handle held lightly between her fingers as she waggled the black metal blade back and forth, “-doesn’t need shit.”

Her hand closed around the handle. “And when you throw a knife-” Lennox winked at her audience. With a quick flick of her wrist, she held now held it by the blade. in one fluid motion, her arm snaked back, then snapped forward. A solid thunk came from the other side of the room where the knife--now embedded into the wall several inches--had come to a stop. 

“-does a hell of a lot more than leave a bruise. And that, ladies, is why you never leave home without one.”