You learn lots of things working as a lifeguard.
My favorite part is what we call the Good Samaritan Law. Or as my instructors called it, the CYA law.(We have an acronym for everything.)
That one stands for “cover your ass”.
It means that a first-responder, like a lifeguard, cannot be sued or jailed for actions taken to save a person's life in an emergency.
It comes in handy. I guard a place called the Camrock Quarry. It’s a glorified swimming pool, except forty feet deep, and we have parents who think we’re a daycare. I regularly fish kids out the deep end, only to drop them off, crying, to parents lazing in our chairs on their phones, angry that I won’t let their kids back in the water for a half-hour.
They threaten to sue. Every. Goddamn. Day.
Otherwise it’s chill.
I spend one hour scanning an area. Then two whistles blow. I get to walk over to another area and watch there. We have breaks sometimes.
Today was not chill. At break my coworker, Dede, walked up to me.
“That woman's child vomited watermelon in the toddler pool again.” she says.
I pause.
“Is that all she feeds it?
Dede shrugs.
I go clean the “biomass.” Treat the water.
Feel the stares of “that woman” on my back.
“Why’s it taking so long?” She asks.
I tell her.
“Well what about me?”
I sigh.
“My manager bought us ice-cream last week. You could have some while you wait.”
Five minutes later we’re standing inside.
“You look like a drumstick man.” I say to the woman's kid. Then I dig back in the freezer.
“And would you like an ice-pop, ma’am?”
“I think I deserve one, at this point.”
“Yep.”
The boy eats his desert with feral energy. His mother is more hesitant. I watch her face pucker.
“These are sugar-free, aren’t they?” She asks.
I pretend to check the box.
“Oh. Sorry.”
She drops it dramatically into our trash.
Later I watch her swim in the deepest part of Camrock, what we call “The Pit.”
Then she touches her head.
And she sinks.
Did you know we’re not supposed to call them victims? They’re “GID’s.” Guests in Distress. Because “It’s not their fault they’re in trouble.”
Nonsense.
But I do my job.
I blow my whistle long. By the time I get her out she’s not breathing.
I begin CPR.
Her ribs crack.
Dede runs up with our crash bag. “I’ve got the AED! I’ve got the AED!”
We paste the pads on and wait.
“V-TAC. SHOCK ADVISED.” The machine says. “STAND CLEAR.”
The woman's whole body arcs.
“PULSE DETECTED.”
The woman rolls over, crying softly. By then the ambulance arrives.
The EMT’s put her on the stretcher.
“Hey,” One of them says. “Congrats. You just saved a life.”
I smile.
She’s going to be in the hospital for months.
Saved indeed.
And all I needed was an ice-pop tray and the key to our chemical shed.

DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a lace lingerie set, with long, blonde hair.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
German Expressionist Painter Hugo Lang, are you ready for the Snatch Game?
Hugo gasps.
Hugo cannot speak, as he is currently doing an art project.
Hugo nods.
“The fuck?” Rachelle says.
Rachelle, this is your 4th Snatch Game, how does it feel?!
“Amazing.” Rachelle grins.
Floss Michaels, who would you play in the Snatch Game?
“RuPaul!” Floss cheers.
Ahh, my good friend.
Floss nods. “Mine too, baby.”
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with competing in the SNATCH GAME!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing Disco Legend looks.
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Disco Legend!
Aguacate does the hustle down the runway, wearing a sparkling purple slip-on dress. With golden accessories, including sparkling shoes, earrings, and a belt, she is the queen of this disco party. And her sick moves only prove this!
Hugo does a thumbs up.
Haja Hubiani enters the stage in a big afro with a golden chain that spells out “DRAG”, white corset and gold bell bottoms, with white and golden bracelets and a whole lotta disco moves as she shakes and shimmies through the stage.
“Look at that Southern Belle bottom!” Floss cackles.
Jaslene Bangus wears a pretty little mini dress that looks as if it is made of disco balls themselves, a gorgeous little thing that shows off all of her body, with brown hair that nearly hits the floor and a matching pair of heels.
“She’s ready to do some…?” Rachelle laughs. “I can’t say that on camera.”
Granny Gorgeous arrives straight out of the 70s, wearing a gold bodysuit that’s covered in glitter. She’s got a flared pant, with the words ‘Granny’ sprinkled in white writing, and big fluffy hair that really adds to her look with a smile.
Granny at the disco, baby!
Yasmin pokes her head onto the runway from around the corner, revealing her perky blonde bob, pink headband, and chunky white Ray Bans, grinning. Then she “Soul Trains” onto the runway, revealing that she is in her element in a stunningly patterned, pink, white and black mini-dress with alternating checkerboard and flower designs, paired with chunky black and pink wedge heels.
“Pretty in pink.” Rachelle adds.
Crayola Boxx enters the stage in a huge silver cloak that glitters as she walks through the runway. She’s got a big, big wig that she combs as she walks through the stage, strutting and twirling around.
Hugo puts his thumbs down.
Referencing Sylvester, King Omari Star has frizzy shoulder length hair and a firm gaze. He’s got a yellow jumpsuit, with various cut-out sections as he stomps through the stage with platinum boots, and he’s ready to dance, baby!
You make me feel MIGHTY real.
Zazu walks out with a sleek and fitted jumpsuit in a shimmery silver fabric, adorned with sequins, and a dramatic and voluminous wig in long and flowing dark hair and feathered layers, chunky chains and a bold pendant as she has a big smile upon her face.
“Metallic princess.” Floss smiles.
Fiore Stravaganza has long, gorgeous blonde hair and enters on a white horse, flung by the pit crew. She’s got a sleek metallic bodysuit, and the judges gasp as she trots through on her white horse.
Hugo gasps.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
King Omari Star.
Granny Gorgeous.
Jaslene Bangus.
Please step forward.
You are…. Safe.
The three nod.
You may untuck in the platinum lounge.
The three enter the lounge.
King Omari Star: “I am safe, which is… fine. It is still a solid placement, nonetheless.”
King Omari grabs a drink, before handing another to Granny and Jaslene.
“Look at you, a true gentlemen.” Jaslene smirks.
“Thank you, Omari.” Granny smiles.
“Gentlemen?” Omari raises an eyebrow.
“You’re all stilted, specific and always intentional with your words.” Jaslene says. “Specific, like a real gentleman.”
Omari takes a sip of his drink and leans back, crossing his legs and giving Jaslene a side-eye.
“Well, Jaslene, I do pride myself on being intentional with my words. It's important to communicate effectively, don't you think?" Omari responds.
Jaslene rolls her eyes dramatically.
"Oh, honey, communication isn't the issue here. It's about having fun! Drag is all about letting loose, being expressive, and embracing the joy of performance. Sometimes, it looks like you're not being real." Jaslene sips her drink.
"Being real? I assure you, I am fully committed to my craft. I may not express it in the same flamboyant manner as some, but that doesn't mean I'm not having fun." Omari looks on, slightly annoyed.
Jaslene smirks and takes a sip of her drink. "Darling, there's more to drag than just technique and precision. It's about connecting with the audience, letting them see the fire within you. When you portray someone like Nelson Mandela, for example, it's essential to embody his spirit, his charisma. But sometimes, you come across as... well, a bit icy."
Omari scoffs. "Icy? That's not how I see myself. I strive for authenticity in my performances. If I'm playing a historical figure, I want to honor them and bring their essence to the stage."
"Jaslene has a point, dear. I feel like it is important to embrace, that it's okay to let go, to allow yourself to feel the energy and excitement of the crowd. Drag is about self-expression, and that includes embracing the fun and spontaneity of the art form." Granny grins.
King Omari Star: “I am having fun with drag. I…” Omari purses his lips. “I don’t see it.”
“This isn’t meant to hurt.” Granny puts her hand on Omari’s leg.
“I mean…” Jaslene chuckles.
“I just…” Omari looks flustered. “Have never heard that.”
“You have now.” Jaslene shrugs.
Omari nods.
Jaslene Bangus: “I’m just here to deliver facts.” Jaslene shrugs.
~
You represent the tops and bottoms of the week.
Starting with… Crayola.
Crayola waves with a smile on her face.
“I really wanted to like this.” Rachelle says. “But… this Elmo was rough.”
Crayola gulps.
“Simply put, it did come across like you were… cringy. I wanted to see a lot more then what you were doing. You hit all the wrong nerves, for me.” Rachelle responds.
“I did want to go outside of my box, as directed.” Crayola looks at the judges.
Well, not like this. I wanted to see you go outside of the box. Elmo wasn’t that.
Crayola frustratingly nods.
Fiore.
Fiore smiles.
You didn’t go outside the box… and in this instance, it worked.
Fiore looks proudly.
It was hilarious, it was campy, it was a real talented showcase and truly, I was living.
“Thank you.”
I want to say, you’re showing up and deliver. Keep it up. I also love, love, love these looks.
Fiore nods. “I will.”
Zazu.
“Hiya.” Zazu waves.
“I know Charlize. This was not Charlize.” Rachelle says.
“You know Charlize Theron?!” Zazu gasps.
Rachelle looks at Zazu.
…
“It was just a strange portrayal. I feel as if you were not delivering where I needed you to be, because I was hoping- wow, a nuanced portrayal but you were appealing to the lowest common denominator.” Rachelle responds. “It was bad.”
Zazu nods. “I’m sorry.”
Yasmin.
“Hiya!” Yasmin smiles.
“I loved this choice.” Floss grins. “You know I am a top chef myself.”
“Tops unite!” Yasmin cheers.
Floss chuckles.
“It was a real charming choice, and I do feel like you’ve come here and really begun to show yourself.” Floss nods.
Yasmin tears up. “Fabulousities.”
Floss laughs. “You okay?”
“I feel like… people who see me often don’t get me. They think I don’t have anything behind me, that I am just a silly little Drag artist who loves to cook. And that is me. But being here, I feel seen.” Yasmin clutches her chest as Floss smiles. “Thank you.”
“Those bitches are dumb.” Floss laughs.
Yasmin chuckles.
Haja.
Haja looks on nervously.
I really wanted you to slay this. And sadly… you bombed.
Haja nods.
There was a lack of humor, of wit, of comedy- the portrayal was off, and I feel as if you were trying too hard- not in the right way, either.
“I really wanted to show myself. Because I am…” Haja tears up.
Fiore looks over.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Are we all crying this week? Oh Dio.” Fiore sips her drink. “I never cry.”
“Really wanting to be here. And I hope you see that.” Haja says. “Because, I am a fighter.”
I’m going to need you to show it, because I will say to you now, you will be up for elimination.
Haja looks concerned for a second, then nods.
Aguacate!
“I promise I will not cry.” Aguacate laughs.
Aguacate: “I am not a LOSER!”
Hugo mouths the word ‘Star’.
Aguacate smiles.
Hugo holds up a picture of Aguacate with a plus sign on it.
“It was a masterclass in drag.” Rachelle responds.
“Thank you very much.” Aguacate nods.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers enter the Crystal Lounge.
“Drinks time…” Aguacate smiles. “My favorite part.”
Yasmin, Haja, Zazu, and Crayola make their way to the lounge, all looking emotional.
Yasmin wipes away a tear, her voice trembling. "I just can't believe I finally feel seen. This competition means so much to me, you know? To be recognized… it's everything."
Fiore looks over uncomfortably.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Are we doing this again?”
Haja sniffles, her eyes glistening with tears. "I wanted to prove myself, to show everyone that I have what it takes. But now... I'm worried. I don't want to be up for elimination."
Crayola, sitting next to Haja, puts a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Haja. We all have our off days. It doesn't define who you are as a queen. You're talented, and you'll bounce back. Just keep believing in yourself."
Zazu bursts into tears.
Fiore and Aguacate stare.
"I... I just wanted to prove that I'm not dumb, you know? People always think I'm stupid because I'm ditzy, but I really worked hard on this challenge. And now... now I feel like a failure, too.." Zazu says, wiping her eyes.
Yasmin pulls Zazu into a hug. "Oh, sweetie, you are not a failure at all. Look at how far you've come already. You have a heart full of passion and a spirit that shines. Don't let anyone's judgments define you. We all believe in you, Zazu." Yasmin smiles.
“I feel stressed.” Crayola says. “I feel as if I am giving my heart and soul, and I don’t know how to deliver my brand, because they’re not…” Crayola exhales, her eyes welling with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: "Emotions won't get you far in this competition. It's about talent, strategy, and staying focused on the prize. Crying won't change the outcome."
“This is a lot.” Aguacate rolls her eyes playfully. "Alright, enough with the sob fest, my darlings. Let me tell you a little story to lighten the mood."
Everyone turns to look at Aguacate.
"One time, I was dating this guy," Aguacate begins with a mischievous grin. "And I found out he cheated on me. Now, most people would just break up and move on, but not me. I decided to take matters into my own hands."
Crayola raises her eyebrows.
"I faked my death." Aguacate continues dramatically. "And then for a whole week, I would knock on his door with ghost makeup on, crying, acting as if I was haunting him!”
Yasmin bursts into laughter, followed by the others. Even Fiore can't help but crack a smile.
"Oh, Aguacate, you never fail to surprise us." Yasmin grins, wiping away her tears of laughter. "You certainly have a unique way of dealing with things."
Aguacate shrugs. "Well, darling, life is too short to dwell on negativity. I prefer to add a little spice and drama to it. Plus, it taught that guy a lesson he'll never forget."
Haja smiles. "You're right, Aguacate. We shouldn't let our setbacks define us. We're strong, talented queens, and we'll bounce back from this."
Zazu sniffles, wiping her tears away. "I guess... I just need to remember that I'm more than what others perceive me to be. I can be ditzy and passionate and still excel in this competition."
"You're absolutely right, Zazu. We all have unique qualities that make us special. We just need to stay true to ourselves and keep pushing forward." Crayola nods.
The safe racers enter the werkroom.
“How are you, my sister?” Jaslene smiles, looking at Fiore. “How are you going?”
“These girls…” Fiore gulps. “They’re too much.”
Jaslene cackles.
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Fiore, well done this week. You’re… safe.
Fiore grins.
Yasmin Raiz, keep it up. You’re… safe.
Yasmin bows.
Aguacate.
Aguacate shimmies a little.
This week, you made us laugh, you made us cheer, and we ATE. IT. UP.
Condragulations, you are the winner of this week’s challenge.
Aguacate smiles as everyone claps for her.
Aguacate: “Look at me! I am a CHAMPION!”
…
…
Crayola, you’re safe.
Crayola exhales sharply. “Thank you so much.”
That means Haja Hubiani and Zazu Nova, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Your Disco Needs You by Kylie Minogue starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqtzMue6Izw
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Zazu Nova: “I love to perform. I want this, so bad… and I am giving everything.”
Haja Hubiani: “I know I can survive this. There’s no other option.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time to HOST YOUR OWN FESTIVAL!
“...Don’t you love this idea?” Jaslene looks at Fiore, wearing a huge hat.
“No.” Fiore responds.
I need you to have fun with it, Omari.
King Omari Star: “Don’t I look like I am having fun?!”
“Will you marry me?” Aguacate looks at Granny, who screams.
~
Stats
Voting
Spreadsheet

DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a lace lingerie set, with long, blonde hair.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
German Expressionist Painter Hugo Lang, are you ready for the Snatch Game?
Hugo gasps.
Hugo cannot speak, as he is currently doing an art project.
Hugo nods.
“The fuck?” Rachelle says.
Rachelle, this is your 4th Snatch Game, how does it feel?!
“Amazing.” Rachelle grins.
Floss Michaels, who would you play in the Snatch Game?
“RuPaul!” Floss cheers.
Ahh, my good friend.
Floss nods. “Mine too, baby.”
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with competing in the SNATCH GAME!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing Disco Legend looks.
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Disco Legend!
Aguacate does the hustle down the runway, wearing a sparkling purple slip-on dress. With golden accessories, including sparkling shoes, earrings, and a belt, she is the queen of this disco party. And her sick moves only prove this!
Hugo does a thumbs up.
Haja Hubiani enters the stage in a big afro with a golden chain that spells out “DRAG”, white corset and gold bell bottoms, with white and golden bracelets and a whole lotta disco moves as she shakes and shimmies through the stage.
“Look at that Southern Belle bottom!” Floss cackles.
Jaslene Bangus wears a pretty little mini dress that looks as if it is made of disco balls themselves, a gorgeous little thing that shows off all of her body, with brown hair that nearly hits the floor and a matching pair of heels.
“She’s ready to do some…?” Rachelle laughs. “I can’t say that on camera.”
Granny Gorgeous arrives straight out of the 70s, wearing a gold bodysuit that’s covered in glitter. She’s got a flared pant, with the words ‘Granny’ sprinkled in white writing, and big fluffy hair that really adds to her look with a smile.
Granny at the disco, baby!
Yasmin pokes her head onto the runway from around the corner, revealing her perky blonde bob, pink headband, and chunky white Ray Bans, grinning. Then she “Soul Trains” onto the runway, revealing that she is in her element in a stunningly patterned, pink, white and black mini-dress with alternating checkerboard and flower designs, paired with chunky black and pink wedge heels.
“Pretty in pink.” Rachelle adds.
Crayola Boxx enters the stage in a huge silver cloak that glitters as she walks through the runway. She’s got a big, big wig that she combs as she walks through the stage, strutting and twirling around.
Hugo puts his thumbs down.
Referencing Sylvester, King Omari Star has frizzy shoulder length hair and a firm gaze. He’s got a yellow jumpsuit, with various cut-out sections as he stomps through the stage with platinum boots, and he’s ready to dance, baby!
You make me feel MIGHTY real.
Zazu walks out with a sleek and fitted jumpsuit in a shimmery silver fabric, adorned with sequins, and a dramatic and voluminous wig in long and flowing dark hair and feathered layers, chunky chains and a bold pendant as she has a big smile upon her face.
“Metallic princess.” Floss smiles.
Fiore Stravaganza has long, gorgeous blonde hair and enters on a white horse, flung by the pit crew. She’s got a sleek metallic bodysuit, and the judges gasp as she trots through on her white horse.
Hugo gasps.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
King Omari Star.
Granny Gorgeous.
Jaslene Bangus.
Please step forward.
You are…. Safe.
The three nod.
You may untuck in the platinum lounge.
The three enter the lounge.
King Omari Star: “I am safe, which is… fine. It is still a solid placement, nonetheless.”
King Omari grabs a drink, before handing another to Granny and Jaslene.
“Look at you, a true gentlemen.” Jaslene smirks.
“Thank you, Omari.” Granny smiles.
“Gentlemen?” Omari raises an eyebrow.
“You’re all stilted, specific and always intentional with your words.” Jaslene says. “Specific, like a real gentleman.”
Omari takes a sip of his drink and leans back, crossing his legs and giving Jaslene a side-eye.
“Well, Jaslene, I do pride myself on being intentional with my words. It's important to communicate effectively, don't you think?" Omari responds.
Jaslene rolls her eyes dramatically.
"Oh, honey, communication isn't the issue here. It's about having fun! Drag is all about letting loose, being expressive, and embracing the joy of performance. Sometimes, it looks like you're not being real." Jaslene sips her drink.
"Being real? I assure you, I am fully committed to my craft. I may not express it in the same flamboyant manner as some, but that doesn't mean I'm not having fun." Omari looks on, slightly annoyed.
Jaslene smirks and takes a sip of her drink. "Darling, there's more to drag than just technique and precision. It's about connecting with the audience, letting them see the fire within you. When you portray someone like Nelson Mandela, for example, it's essential to embody his spirit, his charisma. But sometimes, you come across as... well, a bit icy."
Omari scoffs. "Icy? That's not how I see myself. I strive for authenticity in my performances. If I'm playing a historical figure, I want to honor them and bring their essence to the stage."
"Jaslene has a point, dear. I feel like it is important to embrace, that it's okay to let go, to allow yourself to feel the energy and excitement of the crowd. Drag is about self-expression, and that includes embracing the fun and spontaneity of the art form." Granny grins.
King Omari Star: “I am having fun with drag. I…” Omari purses his lips. “I don’t see it.”
“This isn’t meant to hurt.” Granny puts her hand on Omari’s leg.
“I mean…” Jaslene chuckles.
“I just…” Omari looks flustered. “Have never heard that.”
“You have now.” Jaslene shrugs.
Omari nods.
Jaslene Bangus: “I’m just here to deliver facts.” Jaslene shrugs.
~
You represent the tops and bottoms of the week.
Starting with… Crayola.
Crayola waves with a smile on her face.
“I really wanted to like this.” Rachelle says. “But… this Elmo was rough.”
Crayola gulps.
“Simply put, it did come across like you were… cringy. I wanted to see a lot more then what you were doing. You hit all the wrong nerves, for me.” Rachelle responds.
“I did want to go outside of my box, as directed.” Crayola looks at the judges.
Well, not like this. I wanted to see you go outside of the box. Elmo wasn’t that.
Crayola frustratingly nods.
Fiore.
Fiore smiles.
You didn’t go outside the box… and in this instance, it worked.
Fiore looks proudly.
It was hilarious, it was campy, it was a real talented showcase and truly, I was living.
“Thank you.”
I want to say, you’re showing up and deliver. Keep it up. I also love, love, love these looks.
Fiore nods. “I will.”
Zazu.
“Hiya.” Zazu waves.
“I know Charlize. This was not Charlize.” Rachelle says.
“You know Charlize Theron?!” Zazu gasps.
Rachelle looks at Zazu.
…
“It was just a strange portrayal. I feel as if you were not delivering where I needed you to be, because I was hoping- wow, a nuanced portrayal but you were appealing to the lowest common denominator.” Rachelle responds. “It was bad.”
Zazu nods. “I’m sorry.”
Yasmin.
“Hiya!” Yasmin smiles.
“I loved this choice.” Floss grins. “You know I am a top chef myself.”
“Tops unite!” Yasmin cheers.
Floss chuckles.
“It was a real charming choice, and I do feel like you’ve come here and really begun to show yourself.” Floss nods.
Yasmin tears up. “Fabulousities.”
Floss laughs. “You okay?”
“I feel like… people who see me often don’t get me. They think I don’t have anything behind me, that I am just a silly little Drag artist who loves to cook. And that is me. But being here, I feel seen.” Yasmin clutches her chest as Floss smiles. “Thank you.”
“Those bitches are dumb.” Floss laughs.
Yasmin chuckles.
Haja.
Haja looks on nervously.
I really wanted you to slay this. And sadly… you bombed.
Haja nods.
There was a lack of humor, of wit, of comedy- the portrayal was off, and I feel as if you were trying too hard- not in the right way, either.
“I really wanted to show myself. Because I am…” Haja tears up.
Fiore looks over.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Are we all crying this week? Oh Dio.” Fiore sips her drink. “I never cry.”
“Really wanting to be here. And I hope you see that.” Haja says. “Because, I am a fighter.”
I’m going to need you to show it, because I will say to you now, you will be up for elimination.
Haja looks concerned for a second, then nods.
Aguacate!
“I promise I will not cry.” Aguacate laughs.
Aguacate: “I am not a LOSER!”
Hugo mouths the word ‘Star’.
Aguacate smiles.
Hugo holds up a picture of Aguacate with a plus sign on it.
“It was a masterclass in drag.” Rachelle responds.
“Thank you very much.” Aguacate nods.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers enter the Crystal Lounge.
“Drinks time…” Aguacate smiles. “My favorite part.”
Yasmin, Haja, Zazu, and Crayola make their way to the lounge, all looking emotional.
Yasmin wipes away a tear, her voice trembling. "I just can't believe I finally feel seen. This competition means so much to me, you know? To be recognized… it's everything."
Fiore looks over uncomfortably.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Are we doing this again?”
Haja sniffles, her eyes glistening with tears. "I wanted to prove myself, to show everyone that I have what it takes. But now... I'm worried. I don't want to be up for elimination."
Crayola, sitting next to Haja, puts a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Haja. We all have our off days. It doesn't define who you are as a queen. You're talented, and you'll bounce back. Just keep believing in yourself."
Zazu bursts into tears.
Fiore and Aguacate stare.
"I... I just wanted to prove that I'm not dumb, you know? People always think I'm stupid because I'm ditzy, but I really worked hard on this challenge. And now... now I feel like a failure, too.." Zazu says, wiping her eyes.
Yasmin pulls Zazu into a hug. "Oh, sweetie, you are not a failure at all. Look at how far you've come already. You have a heart full of passion and a spirit that shines. Don't let anyone's judgments define you. We all believe in you, Zazu." Yasmin smiles.
“I feel stressed.” Crayola says. “I feel as if I am giving my heart and soul, and I don’t know how to deliver my brand, because they’re not…” Crayola exhales, her eyes welling with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: "Emotions won't get you far in this competition. It's about talent, strategy, and staying focused on the prize. Crying won't change the outcome."
“This is a lot.” Aguacate rolls her eyes playfully. "Alright, enough with the sob fest, my darlings. Let me tell you a little story to lighten the mood."
Everyone turns to look at Aguacate.
"One time, I was dating this guy," Aguacate begins with a mischievous grin. "And I found out he cheated on me. Now, most people would just break up and move on, but not me. I decided to take matters into my own hands."
Crayola raises her eyebrows.
"I faked my death." Aguacate continues dramatically. "And then for a whole week, I would knock on his door with ghost makeup on, crying, acting as if I was haunting him!”
Yasmin bursts into laughter, followed by the others. Even Fiore can't help but crack a smile.
"Oh, Aguacate, you never fail to surprise us." Yasmin grins, wiping away her tears of laughter. "You certainly have a unique way of dealing with things."
Aguacate shrugs. "Well, darling, life is too short to dwell on negativity. I prefer to add a little spice and drama to it. Plus, it taught that guy a lesson he'll never forget."
Haja smiles. "You're right, Aguacate. We shouldn't let our setbacks define us. We're strong, talented queens, and we'll bounce back from this."
Zazu sniffles, wiping her tears away. "I guess... I just need to remember that I'm more than what others perceive me to be. I can be ditzy and passionate and still excel in this competition."
"You're absolutely right, Zazu. We all have unique qualities that make us special. We just need to stay true to ourselves and keep pushing forward." Crayola nods.
The safe racers enter the werkroom.
“How are you, my sister?” Jaslene smiles, looking at Fiore. “How are you going?”
“These girls…” Fiore gulps. “They’re too much.”
Jaslene cackles.
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Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Fiore, well done this week. You’re… safe.
Fiore grins.
Yasmin Raiz, keep it up. You’re… safe.
Yasmin bows.
Aguacate.
Aguacate shimmies a little.
This week, you made us laugh, you made us cheer, and we ATE. IT. UP.
Condragulations, you are the winner of this week’s challenge.
Aguacate smiles as everyone claps for her.
Aguacate: “Look at me! I am a CHAMPION!”
…
…
Crayola, you’re safe.
Crayola exhales sharply. “Thank you so much.”
That means Haja Hubiani and Zazu Nova, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Your Disco Needs You by Kylie Minogue starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqtzMue6Izw
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Zazu Nova: “I love to perform. I want this, so bad… and I am giving everything.”
Haja Hubiani: “I know I can survive this. There’s no other option.”
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Next Time!
Racers, it’s time to HOST YOUR OWN FESTIVAL!
“...Don’t you love this idea?” Jaslene looks at Fiore, wearing a huge hat.
“No.” Fiore responds.
I need you to have fun with it, Omari.
King Omari Star: “Don’t I look like I am having fun?!”
“Will you marry me?” Aguacate looks at Granny, who screams.
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Pt. 1 here
Pt. 2 here
Pt. 3 (chapter 1) here
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(Script masterlist here)
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Author’s note: Another part of Val to celebrate another milestone! I haven’t even been here for 4 months yet, and I already got to enjoy over 150 fantastic fills of my scripts! I recently hit 500 Karma as well, and as of right now have about 70 people following me on reddit- You guys are insane! I genuinely appreciate every single person who reads my scripts, and I still get incredibly excited over every upvote and every video that has my name in the description. It feels so surreal to know that people not only enjoy my writing, but like it enough to give it their voice and time…
I know less people might see this note here, but Val has been such a huge part of my existence as a script writer. It’d feel wrong to celebrate with anything else!
Tldr; You are absolutely amazing!
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Now to the script:
~1.500 words/ 10-17 mins Audio
For the girls: The names will have to be adapted. ‘Lucian’ mentioned in this script becomes ‘Lucia’, unless you plan on collabing with somebody or don’t want to use the additional chapters in part 3!
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Usage: Everything goes, as long as you give credit! Adjust wording, change stuff, improvise, add or remove scenes, make it nsfw if you want. For any questions, feel free to ask! Have fun! :D
Monetization/paywall is ok, but I’d appreciate being sent a free copy!
Sfx optional but it enhances the experience, if you have access.
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Setting: lush castle gardens, later: vast ballroom
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sometimes I use … for very short pauses (easier to read)
[these are for sfx, vocal cues, actions or other remarks]
italics are for emphasising a word
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There you are!
I was getting worried about you…
Are you feeling well? You look a bit pale, my Dear…
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[short pause]
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Oh my, you seem as though you are shaking!
I suppose the air has cooled down quite a bit.
Let us get back inside to warm you up again, Dear.
I apologise for leaving you out here, all alone…
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[sfx: continuous gentle footsteps on grass, as the characters walk back towards the ballroom. Music is getting slightly closer as they walk]
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I owe you an apology for storming off earlier.
I did not mean for it to happen in this way, but Lucian is not one who enjoys waiting.
Had I been late, I would have gotten lectured again.
And I did not want you to wait even longer out here, all by yourself.
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[short pause]
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I did not get to tell you earlier.
But this event is, in reality, an annual birthday celebration.
…
I suppose, by now, it has become more of a vampire meet-up, to talk to old friends and make new connections.
Since, for vampires, befriending humans is usually not a good idea, as their life spans differ so much.
And most vampires would not want to pressure a human they like, into giving up their mortality.
Here, such decisions do not have to be made anymore.
But in and of itself, the original purpose of this festivity was to celebrate Lucian’s birthday.
Therefore, it is expected to pay a visit to the host, if you attend.
This tradition has been taking place for nearly a whole millenia.
…
The first guests in this castle must have worn elaborately embroidered, beaded and jewelled robes. While the guards must have been in shining suits of armour…
A time before even gas lamps were invented and all light must have come from candles and wooden torches, scattered throughout the rooms.
To think that these very walls once contained fantastic kings and queens, elegant lords and ladies, formidable knights and rulers of the lands… And Lucian among them.
Even for a vampire as myself, it is near impossible to imagine just how long Lucian has been roaming this earth for.
My life has merely been the tiniest fraction of it.
…
How many human lifetimes it would take to get even close to it… How many generations of people must have risen and fallen in this time… All those wars that have been fought…
[small sigh]
That is why I wished for you to stay away, my Dear.
Elder vampires may have better control over their urges, but it is all too easy to lose sight of one's humanity, after having been alive for such a long time.
A human lifespan turns into that of a pet mouse by comparison. Less, even.
Lucian may seem like one of the better behaved guests here.
Especially with such a charming face, but it has been carefully crafted. A mask, shaped by centuries of manipulation and deception…
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[short pause]
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You see, I do not visit this festivity very often. But I wanted to show you what it means to be a vampire. Since that is still a part of who I am.
…
Lucian has been my mentor for a whole century, and the only reason I am here now, to begin with.
Even if that was a time I would rather forget…
It shaped me, made the person you see before you now.
These very gardens used to be my home, after I was turned. Their beauty has always inspired me.
Just as yours does now, my Dear.
…
Maybe this means it is finally time for me to move on…
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[sfx: footsteps on grass stop as they enter the ballroom again. Music is now at a constant level, not too loud]
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Here we are again. Take a moment to get your eyes used to the lights.
It may not be too bright, but it still is a somewhat sudden change in scenery, my Dear.
…
Once you have warmed up a little, how would you feel about dancing?
This is a ball, after all. And it would be a great pleasure, to get to enjoy such an opportunity with you.
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[short pause]
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[pleased, smiling:] Thank you, my Dear. You do not know how happy this makes me.
Your presence alone is a gift to me.
In the entirety of my lifetime, I never expected a person as kind and warm as you, to ever cross my path.
You bring me more joy and comfort than anything else has ever been able to.
If you ever feel as though you are not enough, my Dear, simply remember; to me, you are a miracle.
You are more than I could ever have hoped for.
…
And if I had to wait another two hundred years for the mere possibility of meeting you again, I would.
In a heartbeat, I would devote my life to waiting, every single day, so I could see you again. Even for just the briefest of moments…
I would wait for a millenia, if you asked me to.
It would be worth it, to hear even a single word from your lovely mouth again.
…
You, my Dear, have enchanted me in a way I have never felt before.
I cannot say whether it is ‘love’ quite yet. Only how much I wish for it to be.
But it is with honesty that I can say, your presence means more to me, than merely your blood, my Dear…
…
But oh… I am rambling again-
Before I met you, I would have considered myself to be rather quiet.
But somehow… despite your presence leaving me breathless, I cannot stop myself from talking. [small chuckle]
…
I am glad to see you do not seem to mind it.
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[short pause]
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Ah, do you feel ready to dance?
You look less pale than before. I hope it is because you feel better, rather than my words leaving you flustered, my Dear.
May I reach for your hand?
…
Oh my, it is so soft and gentle.
You have very nice hands, my Dear. I never noticed.
Perhaps I was too captivated by the rest of you.
Your eyes, especially.
I have never seen such a beautiful pair before. The colour of them is utterly fascinating.
I try not to get lost in them too often, since I would not want you to think I am staring.
But they are quite entrancing… Relaxing, almost. As is the rest of you…
I feel quite comfortable with you, my Dear.
Warm. Hopeful, even…
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[short pause]
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We have not been this close very often, have we, my Dear?
To simply be enveloped by your scent like this… I must admit, it is quite nice.
Feeling your warm body against mine.
Each heartbeat of yours, against my chest…
I find it quite comforting.
I hope you enjoy it as well.
And your dancing is quite exquisite, too.
Such graceful steps.
It almost feels as though we are simply floating through the ballroom.
As though everyone else is merely an illusion…
I wish this moment could last forever, my Dear.
Only you and me, with nothing else to worry about.
Would it not just be peaceful?
…
Well… forever would truly be a long time.
Perhaps you would get bored after a while.
Or begin to miss the smell of grass, the taste of baked goods, the feeling of warm rain on your skin…
But if you asked me to, I could organise such dances, as well.
Only the two of us.
Or we could invite friends - even strangers, if you preferred.
We could also simply stay at home and watch movies, or dance to the sound of our favourite music in the living room.
Whatever you wish, my Dear.
…
If you would rather keep living in your own home and simply meet me once a month, I would also not mind.
I will treasure any amount of time I get to spend with you.
However much or little that may be.
I would spare no expense to get you a new apartment, house, or personal villa if you requested. Nothing is off-limits for me.
Anything you ask for shall be yours.
And please, do not shy away from making requests.
Money is no factor for me. The only thing I truly care about is your utmost happiness.
I deeply care for you, my Dear.
And a person as wonderful as you deserves to be happy.
Whatever that happiness may look like for you.
…
Of course, I would prefer, if I were a part of this happiness. But even if I am not, I will do what I can, for you.
Whatever you wish for me to do.
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[sfx: small thump of character being pulled into a hug? Cloth shuffling? Hug noises, optional: slow and quiet heartbeat if the character is meant to be taller]
[voice is slightly muffled, because of hug]
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Oh? Do you need to sit down for a moment, my Dear?
Surely, you must be feeling dizzy-
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[short pause]
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A hug…?
What is it you are embracing me for?
I did not say anything wrong, did I?
Are you certain you feel alright, my Dear…?
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[short pause]
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[soft sigh, giving in to the hug]
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I must admit, this does feel quite reassuring…
Thank you, my Dear.
You are always so kind to me.
I do not remember the last time a person has held me like this…
Would it be okay if we were to stay in this position a little longer…?
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[sfx continue for a little, then fadeout]

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DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a ‘Moxie Valor’ brand t-shirt, that had the lead singer wearing a ghostface mask in their hands and sticking their tongue out.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Mexican Supermodel Nancy Doll, are you ready for the shoot?
“Darling, let’s hope these DRAGS can meet the mark.” Nancy shrugs.
Rachelle, what’s your favorite shoot?
“My man-”
FLOSS! Hello! Are you ready for an international shoot!
“Damn right!” Floss grins.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with going INTERNATIONAL, and taking on a photoshoot!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing World of Drag Wonders looks.
It’s TIME!
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Category is… World of Drag Wonders.
Aguacate bellows down the runway, dressed as the Chichén Itzá monument itself. Nine layers of dress, separated by ruffle layers, and a bodice meant to represent the top of the temple, Aguacate has gone all out. Even her hair and makeup are Mayan-themed, bold and complimentary to her outfit.
Who’s she sacrificing?
Wearing many layers of sheer ivory fabric with subtle gold lace, Yasmin gently spins on the stage, her very high-waisted skirt billowing into an elegant rounded shape reminiscent of the Taj Mahal. Her feet and hands are dyed red, matching her simple red glasses, and she wears a gossamer ivory veil and red-and-gold floral brocade tunic to finish the traditional peshwaz look.
“Taj My Mahal.” Rachelle smirks.
Zazu Nova arrives in a structured and dramatic gown in a flowing chiffon iridescent pink or lavender, adding to the overall sense of magic and wonder, with intricate embroidery that evokes a sense of otherworldly magic.
Zazu Nova: “Wonder. Magic!”
Crayola Boxx enters the stage in a large wide brimmed hat constructed to look like a UFO with a little grey alien inside, and a gown coated in glitter that looks like desert sand with the bust forming the great pyramids of Giza.
“Aliens?” Nancy looks confused.
King Omari Star struts out as an Egyptian Pharaoh, wearing an intricate look that references The Catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa. He has the Pharaoh's beard, staff and two piece look, his skin glittering with hints of gold as he bares a fake chest.
“Walking like an Egyptian.” Floss winks.
Jaslene Bangus enters the stage in a stunning ball gown that references Mount Everest, in a shining white that looks as if the gown itself is a snow capped mountain. Her hair is a shining white, her face painted and her lips blue.
“Climbing this mountain is a treat.” Rachelle quips.
Haja Hubiani has transformed herself into the ancient Colossus of Rhodes, her skin painted as she walks a robe around her body, holding a staff in the air. Her skin has a bronze hue, and she walks, continuing the pose with a firm gaze.
“Bronze babe.” Floss grins.
Granny Gorgeous has a swimsuit look, giving more body then the usual fare in a look that references the great barrier reef. She’s got coral coming out of her body, and hints of blues, reds and pinks through her skin, like ink blotches.
“Ew.” Nancy says. “I mean… lovely.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi spins out dressed as none other than the marvelous wonder that is the rings of Saturn! In a futuristic couture look, Hideyoshi spins around, the outfit twirling and spinning around him and his all black bodysuit.
The Wonder of Space.
Fiore Stravaganza has become a couture version of the leaning tower of Pisa, looking like a literal piece of art with her skin painted a marble gray. The tight gown is fitted to the side, like the real object- leaning as Fiore struts, not a simple walk, because she’s art, darling.
“Love!” Rachelle says.
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Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Will the following people step forward.
Aguacate.
Haja Hubiani.
Jaslene Bangus.
Zazu Nova.
You are all safe.
Aguacate looks surprised, Haja is clearly annoyed, Jaslene purses her lips and Zazu smiles.
You may untuck in the platinum lounge.
The racers enter the werkroom.
Aguacate: “So… I am SAFE. I didn’t realize Chronologica had SAFE Queens actually be the best performing this year. THIS is the twist of the season, mijas.”
Everyone grabs a drink.
The safe Queens all sit down.
“...So.” Zazu Nova smiles. “How are we feeling! We’ve survived another week, and traveled around the world.”
Haja, still visibly frustrated, sighs and takes a sip of her drink. "Surviving is not enough, Zazu. I want to thrive. I want to be seen, to be recognized for my talents. Being safe week after week feels like I'm being overlooked."
Haja Hubiani: “Like, I thought I had it all. Literally. And I’m safe. UGH!” Haja exhales.
Jaslene rolls her eyes. "Oh, Haja, cry me a river. We have off weeks. I’m fabulous, I was with my girls and I’ll slay next week.”
Aguacate raises her glass and grins. "Well, mis amigas, maybe you just need to embrace the fact that I am the star and destined to win this competition. You can bask in my glory as I conquer every challenge thrown my way."
Jaslene Bangus: “Where did this come from? Didn’t she lose?”
“I am frustrated, genuinely, and it’s okay to feel that way- I KNOW I did well.” Haja says.
“Well, not good enough, clearly!” Aguacate laughs.
Haja blinks, twice.
"Haja, maybe if you actually did well instead of just thinking you did, you wouldn't be in this position. Just saying." Jaslene shrugs, sipping her drink.
"Excuse me? I've given my all in every challenge. I've showcased my talent, my creativity, and my cultural heritage. Yet, week after week, I'm just safe. It's disheartening." Haja utters.
Jaslene rolls her eyes again.
Jaslene Bangus: “The complaining is sooooo annoying.”
"Oh, please. You think you're the only one who feels unrecognized? I've been serving looks, comedy, and charisma since day one. I've been the highlight of this competition, and yet, here I am, just safe." Aguacate looks down. “Shocking.”
"Ladies, let's not forget that we're all here because we're talented. We're all incredible queens in our own right, and being safe means we still have the opportunity to showcase ourselves and prove our worth." Zazu grins.
Haja takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I understand that, Zazu. We all want to be at the top, but I should feel- validly frustrated.”
Jaslene shrugs. "Well, Haja, if you want to be at the top, you're going to have to step up your game. I'm not going to hold back just because you feel frustrated. I'm here to win, and I won't let anything or anyone stand in my way."
Haja looks annoyed, as if unaware of what to respond.
Zazu smiles. "Let's remember why we started this journey in the first place. We all have dreams and aspirations, and being on this show is a stepping stone towards realizing them. We may not be at the top now, but who knows what the future holds?"
“Meh.” Jaslene responds.
Jaslene Bangus: “This isn’t Chronologica’s happy family race, we don’t need all this- positive vibes...”
“Yeah…” Haja nods. “What you said.”
“Zazu… I have a question.” Aguacate asks.
“Mhm?” Zazu says.
“How the fuck does your runway reference world wonders?” Aguacate asks, confused.
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You are the tops and bottoms of the week.
Starting with…
Fiore Stravaganza!
Fiore poses.
“FASHION!” Floss cheers. “Baby, you are gorgeous!”
Fiore smiles.
“You served the looks, you served the style- you were an excellent piece of drag art, and I want to commend you on just delivering.” Floss grins.
“Clearly you shine, on your own really well.” Nancy says. “I am one of the biggest models in the world- and I felt you were close to my level.”
Fiore looks touched.
Well done, Fiore.
Crayola Boxx.
“Hello!” Crayola waves.
I think you unfortunately did not hit the mark this week.
Crayola nods.
For me, whilst this was you, this was also a safe choice- you went a bit too kid friendly, and whilst I see that is you… I want to see another side of you, a side that can get a little dirty, a little riskier.
“I do get that.” Crayola responds.
For me, the more I see, the more I want you to push yourself out of the box. That’s what I need.
“Thank you, Chronologica.”
King Omari Star.
“Hello.” Omari grins.
“How was it, this week for you?” Rochelle asks.
“It was lovely. I felt at home, I gave my heart and soul, and I embraced it.” Omari nods. “And I think I did a damn good photoshoot.”
“You did.” Rachelle grins.
Omari smiles.
“You embraced it, and I love it. But I want you to loosen up even more! Have fun with it! Embrace this journey.” Rachelle says.
“I… will.” Omari nods. “Thank you.”
Hideyoshi.
“Hiya.” Hideyoshi grins.
“I do not understand your photoshoot.” Nancy says. “It was too much.”
Hideyoshi’s face drops.
“For me, it felt like you were on crack.” Nancy looks looks at Hideyoshi. “Are you on drugs?”
“I’m just- me!” Hideyoshi says.
“But you just were not doing IT.” Nancy shrugs. “I am not a fan.”
It was just- too much, and it came off unprepared.
Hideyoshi nods.
Yasmin Raiz.
“Hello!” Yasmin waves.
“What a fun shoot.” Rachelle smiles.
“I had such a fun time.” Yasmin says. “And… a scary one.”
“What did this challenge mean to you?” Rachelle asks.
"This challenge... it meant the world to me." Yasmin says, her voice trembling slightly. "Being a gay drag queen in Guyana, it hasn't been easy. In a society where LGBTQ+ individuals face immense stigma and discrimination, expressing my true self has always felt like walking on a tightrope.” Her eyes begin to tear up. “But being here, on this stage, in front of the cameras and the judges, it felt like I could finally break free from those chains. It was a chance to showcase not just my love for drag, but also to represent my community back home. To show them that we exist, that we matter, and that our artistry is something to be celebrated."
Rachelle tears up.
“I feared the backlash, the judgment, and the potential consequences." Yasmin nods. “But I did it.”
"Yasmin." Rachelle says, her voice filled with warmth, "You are an incredible force of creativity, strength, and authenticity. Your journey is a testament to your resilience and your unwavering commitment to being true to yourself, despite the challenges you face."
"Thank you, Rachelle." Yasmin smiles.
Rachelle smiles, her eyes shining with pride.
Finally, Granny.
Granny smiles.
“I really enjoy you, Granny. Like, I was shot once- and all I could deal with is joy in my life to make me feel better. And you do that.” Floss says.
“Thank you.” Granny nods.
“But- I do want to say, this week lacked drag. You are a talent, but I need you to show us more drag PRESENCE. Find your brand. That is what I need.” Floss says.
Granny nods.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
“Wow…” Yasmin smiles.
"You did really, really good Yasmin." Granny grins.
Yasmin blushes, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Granny. That means a lot coming from you. I saw the way you captivated the judges with your joy and positivity. You truly have a unique energy that brightens up the room."
Granny's eyes welled up with tears as she holds Yasmin's hand. "Oh, my dear, you don't know how much your words mean to me. It’s hard to understand who I am as a drag queen at this stage of my life, because I am still learning. But seeing your authenticity and the way you fearlessly express yourself gives me hope as someone who was so scared to do the same for so many years. Maybe it's never too late to discover a new side of myself and what my drag might mean just like you and Omari have."
Fiore looks around awkwardly, blinking.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Fuck Fiore’s drag, right?”
Omari raises his voice. "Granny, I think you underestimate yourself. You may be our 'baby' drag queen, but you bring a wealth of experience and wisdom to the competition. Your unique perspective is valuable, and I believe that your brand is already shining through."
Granny wipes away her tears. "Thank you, Omari. Your words mean a lot. I'll keep searching for my brand and trust that it will reveal itself in due time."
Fiore walks over to sit alone, at the other corner of the room.
“...Is she okay?” Granny asks.
“I’m fine.” Fiore says coldly.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Good for Yasmin. But… Despite the positive feedback, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I put so much effort into my look and photoshoot… but all the girls only celebrate Yasmin.” Fiore shrugs. “And Granny also for whatever reason. Probably for not being dead yet.”
Hideyoshi sighs.
“Are YOU okay?” Omari looks at Hideyoshi.
“Clearly, my ADHD is acting up, and it's affecting my ability to plan and execute things properly." Hideyoshi admits, his voice clearly upset. "I wanted to show the judges my true essence, but it came off as chaotic instead."
Granny places a comforting hand on Hideyoshi's shoulder. "I understand. It can be challenging when our minds work differently than others'. But I want you to know that your uniqueness is what makes you special. Your kookiness is part of your charm, and it's what sets you apart from everyone else."
Hideyoshi nods. “Let’s prepare for this lip sync.”
Suddenly, the safe racers walk in.
Fiore walks right over, as Jaslene smiles. “My A.E. sister.”
Fiore awkwardly nods. “That’s me!”
“What’s the tea?” Aguacate winks.
Fiore lets out a small chuckle, sitting uncomfortably on the couch because of their garment. "Oh, you know me and how I do it, served them haute couture, one of a kind spectacular, the usual. I enjoy my time as the only pretty girl in the spotlight, thank you Jaslene..”
“Shady bitch!” Jaslene cackles, playfully hitting Fiore with a throw pillow. "Oh, honey, we know you love the spotlight. But don't worry, we'll catch up soon enough. SOME of us at least."
Haja rolls her eyes. "Can we please stop with the passive-aggressive comments? We're all here to support and uplift each other, right?"
Zazu Nova smiles. “Absolutely. We're all in this together, and it's important to remember that our journey is unique to each of us. We can learn so much from one another if we choose to support and encourage one another."
Jaslene sips her drink.
Crayola raises her hand. "If I may, can I just say that I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with the judges wanting me to 'adult' my drag up? I mean, I understand they want growth and versatility, but I don't want to lose the essence of who I am as a drag queen.”
“It is more so, adapting to the challenge.” Omari adds. “I received feedback, I’m going to do the same.”
Crayola frowns.
Meanwhile, Granny and Hideyoshi chat.
“I think… we are the bottom two.” Granny looks at Hideyoshi.
"It seems that way, Granny. But you know what? We're not going to let that discourage us. We'll give it our all in the lip sync and show the judges why we deserve to stay in this competition." Hideyoshi grins.
"That's the spirit, my dear. We'll bring our energy, our passion, and our love for drag to that stage. No matter what the outcome, we'll leave it all on the floor and make it a lip sync to remember."
The two hug.
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
King Omari, well done this week… you’re safe.
Omari smiles.
Yasmin Raiz, you are an inspiration.
Yasmin claps for herself.
You’re safe.
The others look shocked.
“Thank you.” Yasmin grins.
Yasmin Raiz: “I feel really happy with this week. I’ve shown my heart, and I'm going to keep going. This is just the start”
“I don’t understand…” Fiore mutters, before realizing.
Fiore Stravaganza, condragulations, you’ve snapped that shot, and you’re the winner of this week’s challenge and $5000!
Fiore’s face lights up before Jaslene cheers.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I showed myself. I did this solo. And… this is what I achieved.” Fiore smirks. “I’m here till the end, and this has just validated it.”
…
Granny Gorgeous, we’re fans. But we need you to show us more. You’re up for elimination.
Granny nods.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi, you’re a performer, but this week, you were a mess- and we needed more.
Crayola Boxx… we need you to get outside of YOUR box.
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Crayola, you’re safe.
Crayola nods and wipes a tear out of her eye. “I’ll do better.”
That means Granny and Hideyoshi, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Feedback by Janet Jackson starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQb90QGFNJs
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “I know that this isn’t my time. I’m giving ALL of my drag. Granny’s not over and its time to show them who I am.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “A stage is where I shine. I’m not doing this unplanned. I’m giving all of me on this stage!”
~
Next Time!
Racers, for this week’s challenge, it’s time for the SNATCH GAME!
“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.
“You better hope the disco needs YOU.” Rachelle growls.
“I can’t do this.” Haja says. “I’m out.”
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DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a ‘Moxie Valor’ brand t-shirt, that had the lead singer wearing a ghostface mask in their hands and sticking their tongue out.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Mexican Supermodel Nancy Doll, are you ready for the shoot?
“Darling, let’s hope these DRAGS can meet the mark.” Nancy shrugs.
Rachelle, what’s your favorite shoot?
“My man-”
FLOSS! Hello! Are you ready for an international shoot!
“Damn right!” Floss grins.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with going INTERNATIONAL, and taking on a photoshoot!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing World of Drag Wonders looks.
It’s TIME!
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Category is… World of Drag Wonders.
Aguacate bellows down the runway, dressed as the Chichén Itzá monument itself. Nine layers of dress, separated by ruffle layers, and a bodice meant to represent the top of the temple, Aguacate has gone all out. Even her hair and makeup are Mayan-themed, bold and complimentary to her outfit.
Who’s she sacrificing?
Wearing many layers of sheer ivory fabric with subtle gold lace, Yasmin gently spins on the stage, her very high-waisted skirt billowing into an elegant rounded shape reminiscent of the Taj Mahal. Her feet and hands are dyed red, matching her simple red glasses, and she wears a gossamer ivory veil and red-and-gold floral brocade tunic to finish the traditional peshwaz look.
“Taj My Mahal.” Rachelle smirks.
Zazu Nova arrives in a structured and dramatic gown in a flowing chiffon iridescent pink or lavender, adding to the overall sense of magic and wonder, with intricate embroidery that evokes a sense of otherworldly magic.
Zazu Nova: “Wonder. Magic!”
Crayola Boxx enters the stage in a large wide brimmed hat constructed to look like a UFO with a little grey alien inside, and a gown coated in glitter that looks like desert sand with the bust forming the great pyramids of Giza.
“Aliens?” Nancy looks confused.
King Omari Star struts out as an Egyptian Pharaoh, wearing an intricate look that references The Catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa. He has the Pharaoh's beard, staff and two piece look, his skin glittering with hints of gold as he bares a fake chest.
“Walking like an Egyptian.” Floss winks.
Jaslene Bangus enters the stage in a stunning ball gown that references Mount Everest, in a shining white that looks as if the gown itself is a snow capped mountain. Her hair is a shining white, her face painted and her lips blue.
“Climbing this mountain is a treat.” Rachelle quips.
Haja Hubiani has transformed herself into the ancient Colossus of Rhodes, her skin painted as she walks a robe around her body, holding a staff in the air. Her skin has a bronze hue, and she walks, continuing the pose with a firm gaze.
“Bronze babe.” Floss grins.
Granny Gorgeous has a swimsuit look, giving more body then the usual fare in a look that references the great barrier reef. She’s got coral coming out of her body, and hints of blues, reds and pinks through her skin, like ink blotches.
“Ew.” Nancy says. “I mean… lovely.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi spins out dressed as none other than the marvelous wonder that is the rings of Saturn! In a futuristic couture look, Hideyoshi spins around, the outfit twirling and spinning around him and his all black bodysuit.
The Wonder of Space.
Fiore Stravaganza has become a couture version of the leaning tower of Pisa, looking like a literal piece of art with her skin painted a marble gray. The tight gown is fitted to the side, like the real object- leaning as Fiore struts, not a simple walk, because she’s art, darling.
“Love!” Rachelle says.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Will the following people step forward.
Aguacate.
Haja Hubiani.
Jaslene Bangus.
Zazu Nova.
You are all safe.
Aguacate looks surprised, Haja is clearly annoyed, Jaslene purses her lips and Zazu smiles.
You may untuck in the platinum lounge.
The racers enter the werkroom.
Aguacate: “So… I am SAFE. I didn’t realize Chronologica had SAFE Queens actually be the best performing this year. THIS is the twist of the season, mijas.”
Everyone grabs a drink.
The safe Queens all sit down.
“...So.” Zazu Nova smiles. “How are we feeling! We’ve survived another week, and traveled around the world.”
Haja, still visibly frustrated, sighs and takes a sip of her drink. "Surviving is not enough, Zazu. I want to thrive. I want to be seen, to be recognized for my talents. Being safe week after week feels like I'm being overlooked."
Haja Hubiani: “Like, I thought I had it all. Literally. And I’m safe. UGH!” Haja exhales.
Jaslene rolls her eyes. "Oh, Haja, cry me a river. We have off weeks. I’m fabulous, I was with my girls and I’ll slay next week.”
Aguacate raises her glass and grins. "Well, mis amigas, maybe you just need to embrace the fact that I am the star and destined to win this competition. You can bask in my glory as I conquer every challenge thrown my way."
Jaslene Bangus: “Where did this come from? Didn’t she lose?”
“I am frustrated, genuinely, and it’s okay to feel that way- I KNOW I did well.” Haja says.
“Well, not good enough, clearly!” Aguacate laughs.
Haja blinks, twice.
"Haja, maybe if you actually did well instead of just thinking you did, you wouldn't be in this position. Just saying." Jaslene shrugs, sipping her drink.
"Excuse me? I've given my all in every challenge. I've showcased my talent, my creativity, and my cultural heritage. Yet, week after week, I'm just safe. It's disheartening." Haja utters.
Jaslene rolls her eyes again.
Jaslene Bangus: “The complaining is sooooo annoying.”
"Oh, please. You think you're the only one who feels unrecognized? I've been serving looks, comedy, and charisma since day one. I've been the highlight of this competition, and yet, here I am, just safe." Aguacate looks down. “Shocking.”
"Ladies, let's not forget that we're all here because we're talented. We're all incredible queens in our own right, and being safe means we still have the opportunity to showcase ourselves and prove our worth." Zazu grins.
Haja takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I understand that, Zazu. We all want to be at the top, but I should feel- validly frustrated.”
Jaslene shrugs. "Well, Haja, if you want to be at the top, you're going to have to step up your game. I'm not going to hold back just because you feel frustrated. I'm here to win, and I won't let anything or anyone stand in my way."
Haja looks annoyed, as if unaware of what to respond.
Zazu smiles. "Let's remember why we started this journey in the first place. We all have dreams and aspirations, and being on this show is a stepping stone towards realizing them. We may not be at the top now, but who knows what the future holds?"
“Meh.” Jaslene responds.
Jaslene Bangus: “This isn’t Chronologica’s happy family race, we don’t need all this- positive vibes...”
“Yeah…” Haja nods. “What you said.”
“Zazu… I have a question.” Aguacate asks.
“Mhm?” Zazu says.
“How the fuck does your runway reference world wonders?” Aguacate asks, confused.
~
You are the tops and bottoms of the week.
Starting with…
Fiore Stravaganza!
Fiore poses.
“FASHION!” Floss cheers. “Baby, you are gorgeous!”
Fiore smiles.
“You served the looks, you served the style- you were an excellent piece of drag art, and I want to commend you on just delivering.” Floss grins.
“Clearly you shine, on your own really well.” Nancy says. “I am one of the biggest models in the world- and I felt you were close to my level.”
Fiore looks touched.
Well done, Fiore.
Crayola Boxx.
“Hello!” Crayola waves.
I think you unfortunately did not hit the mark this week.
Crayola nods.
For me, whilst this was you, this was also a safe choice- you went a bit too kid friendly, and whilst I see that is you… I want to see another side of you, a side that can get a little dirty, a little riskier.
“I do get that.” Crayola responds.
For me, the more I see, the more I want you to push yourself out of the box. That’s what I need.
“Thank you, Chronologica.”
King Omari Star.
“Hello.” Omari grins.
“How was it, this week for you?” Rochelle asks.
“It was lovely. I felt at home, I gave my heart and soul, and I embraced it.” Omari nods. “And I think I did a damn good photoshoot.”
“You did.” Rachelle grins.
Omari smiles.
“You embraced it, and I love it. But I want you to loosen up even more! Have fun with it! Embrace this journey.” Rachelle says.
“I… will.” Omari nods. “Thank you.”
Hideyoshi.
“Hiya.” Hideyoshi grins.
“I do not understand your photoshoot.” Nancy says. “It was too much.”
Hideyoshi’s face drops.
“For me, it felt like you were on crack.” Nancy looks looks at Hideyoshi. “Are you on drugs?”
“I’m just- me!” Hideyoshi says.
“But you just were not doing IT.” Nancy shrugs. “I am not a fan.”
It was just- too much, and it came off unprepared.
Hideyoshi nods.
Yasmin Raiz.
“Hello!” Yasmin waves.
“What a fun shoot.” Rachelle smiles.
“I had such a fun time.” Yasmin says. “And… a scary one.”
“What did this challenge mean to you?” Rachelle asks.
"This challenge... it meant the world to me." Yasmin says, her voice trembling slightly. "Being a gay drag queen in Guyana, it hasn't been easy. In a society where LGBTQ+ individuals face immense stigma and discrimination, expressing my true self has always felt like walking on a tightrope.” Her eyes begin to tear up. “But being here, on this stage, in front of the cameras and the judges, it felt like I could finally break free from those chains. It was a chance to showcase not just my love for drag, but also to represent my community back home. To show them that we exist, that we matter, and that our artistry is something to be celebrated."
Rachelle tears up.
“I feared the backlash, the judgment, and the potential consequences." Yasmin nods. “But I did it.”
"Yasmin." Rachelle says, her voice filled with warmth, "You are an incredible force of creativity, strength, and authenticity. Your journey is a testament to your resilience and your unwavering commitment to being true to yourself, despite the challenges you face."
"Thank you, Rachelle." Yasmin smiles.
Rachelle smiles, her eyes shining with pride.
Finally, Granny.
Granny smiles.
“I really enjoy you, Granny. Like, I was shot once- and all I could deal with is joy in my life to make me feel better. And you do that.” Floss says.
“Thank you.” Granny nods.
“But- I do want to say, this week lacked drag. You are a talent, but I need you to show us more drag PRESENCE. Find your brand. That is what I need.” Floss says.
Granny nods.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
“Wow…” Yasmin smiles.
"You did really, really good Yasmin." Granny grins.
Yasmin blushes, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Granny. That means a lot coming from you. I saw the way you captivated the judges with your joy and positivity. You truly have a unique energy that brightens up the room."
Granny's eyes welled up with tears as she holds Yasmin's hand. "Oh, my dear, you don't know how much your words mean to me. It’s hard to understand who I am as a drag queen at this stage of my life, because I am still learning. But seeing your authenticity and the way you fearlessly express yourself gives me hope as someone who was so scared to do the same for so many years. Maybe it's never too late to discover a new side of myself and what my drag might mean just like you and Omari have."
Fiore looks around awkwardly, blinking.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Fuck Fiore’s drag, right?”
Omari raises his voice. "Granny, I think you underestimate yourself. You may be our 'baby' drag queen, but you bring a wealth of experience and wisdom to the competition. Your unique perspective is valuable, and I believe that your brand is already shining through."
Granny wipes away her tears. "Thank you, Omari. Your words mean a lot. I'll keep searching for my brand and trust that it will reveal itself in due time."
Fiore walks over to sit alone, at the other corner of the room.
“...Is she okay?” Granny asks.
“I’m fine.” Fiore says coldly.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Good for Yasmin. But… Despite the positive feedback, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I put so much effort into my look and photoshoot… but all the girls only celebrate Yasmin.” Fiore shrugs. “And Granny also for whatever reason. Probably for not being dead yet.”
Hideyoshi sighs.
“Are YOU okay?” Omari looks at Hideyoshi.
“Clearly, my ADHD is acting up, and it's affecting my ability to plan and execute things properly." Hideyoshi admits, his voice clearly upset. "I wanted to show the judges my true essence, but it came off as chaotic instead."
Granny places a comforting hand on Hideyoshi's shoulder. "I understand. It can be challenging when our minds work differently than others'. But I want you to know that your uniqueness is what makes you special. Your kookiness is part of your charm, and it's what sets you apart from everyone else."
Hideyoshi nods. “Let’s prepare for this lip sync.”
Suddenly, the safe racers walk in.
Fiore walks right over, as Jaslene smiles. “My A.E. sister.”
Fiore awkwardly nods. “That’s me!”
“What’s the tea?” Aguacate winks.
Fiore lets out a small chuckle, sitting uncomfortably on the couch because of their garment. "Oh, you know me and how I do it, served them haute couture, one of a kind spectacular, the usual. I enjoy my time as the only pretty girl in the spotlight, thank you Jaslene..”
“Shady bitch!” Jaslene cackles, playfully hitting Fiore with a throw pillow. "Oh, honey, we know you love the spotlight. But don't worry, we'll catch up soon enough. SOME of us at least."
Haja rolls her eyes. "Can we please stop with the passive-aggressive comments? We're all here to support and uplift each other, right?"
Zazu Nova smiles. “Absolutely. We're all in this together, and it's important to remember that our journey is unique to each of us. We can learn so much from one another if we choose to support and encourage one another."
Jaslene sips her drink.
Crayola raises her hand. "If I may, can I just say that I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with the judges wanting me to 'adult' my drag up? I mean, I understand they want growth and versatility, but I don't want to lose the essence of who I am as a drag queen.”
“It is more so, adapting to the challenge.” Omari adds. “I received feedback, I’m going to do the same.”
Crayola frowns.
Meanwhile, Granny and Hideyoshi chat.
“I think… we are the bottom two.” Granny looks at Hideyoshi.
"It seems that way, Granny. But you know what? We're not going to let that discourage us. We'll give it our all in the lip sync and show the judges why we deserve to stay in this competition." Hideyoshi grins.
"That's the spirit, my dear. We'll bring our energy, our passion, and our love for drag to that stage. No matter what the outcome, we'll leave it all on the floor and make it a lip sync to remember."
The two hug.
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
King Omari, well done this week… you’re safe.
Omari smiles.
Yasmin Raiz, you are an inspiration.
Yasmin claps for herself.
You’re safe.
The others look shocked.
“Thank you.” Yasmin grins.
Yasmin Raiz: “I feel really happy with this week. I’ve shown my heart, and I'm going to keep going. This is just the start”
“I don’t understand…” Fiore mutters, before realizing.
Fiore Stravaganza, condragulations, you’ve snapped that shot, and you’re the winner of this week’s challenge and $5000!
Fiore’s face lights up before Jaslene cheers.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I showed myself. I did this solo. And… this is what I achieved.” Fiore smirks. “I’m here till the end, and this has just validated it.”
…
Granny Gorgeous, we’re fans. But we need you to show us more. You’re up for elimination.
Granny nods.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi, you’re a performer, but this week, you were a mess- and we needed more.
Crayola Boxx… we need you to get outside of YOUR box.
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Crayola, you’re safe.
Crayola nods and wipes a tear out of her eye. “I’ll do better.”
That means Granny and Hideyoshi, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Feedback by Janet Jackson starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQb90QGFNJs
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “I know that this isn’t my time. I’m giving ALL of my drag. Granny’s not over and its time to show them who I am.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “A stage is where I shine. I’m not doing this unplanned. I’m giving all of me on this stage!”
~
Next Time!
Racers, for this week’s challenge, it’s time for the SNATCH GAME!
“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.
“You better hope the disco needs YOU.” Rachelle growls.
“I can’t do this.” Haja says. “I’m out.”
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Arrasando oye papi damelo todo
Jaslene smirks, spinning around as she drops to the floor, making her eyes fixed at the judges as she hits each and every spanish word.
Pues les va de maravilla, la apariencia mas sencilla
Kunthea turns to the side of the stage before dropping in a death drop, flipping their hair around wildly.
Aguacate: “She doesn’t know the WORDS! Perra!”
Pretendamos concentrarnos en lo que haré nuestro cuerpo
Yasmin shakes and shimmies, before she plays with the spikes on her chest as the judges cackle with her campy take on the song.
A Cleopatra no le importa en el amor la entrega
Zazu winks, dancing and giving high energy, as she surprisingly appears to know every beat of the Spanish song.
Arrasando con lo bueno
There’s a split screen as the four girls all dance their ass off, as Chronologica grins, looking at each of them with a smile.
Esta luz que en mi deslumbra
Yasmin hits the ground on her knees, Jaslene lands in a split, Kunthea winks and Zazu twirls as the song ends.
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Yasmin Raiz, Shantay you stay.
Yasmin bows.
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Zazu Nova, Shantay you stay.
Omari gasps, as Jaslene looks at Kunthea with shock.
Fiore Stravaganza: “The girls…”
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Jaslene Bangus, Shantay you stay.
“Thank you.” Jaslene looks at Kunthea, before hugging her. “I love you, girl.”
Kunthea Angel, you are a beautiful, fierce Queen. But today, I must say sashay… away.
“Fuck yeah.” Kunthea smirks. “Thank you.”
Kunthea hugs Jaslene again, before walking over to Fiore.
“Peace.” Kunthea throws a peace sign.
Kunthea Angel: “I didn’t expect to go so soon. But fuck, you know- shit happens. I fought, and us A.E girls- I know we’re gonna slay.”
Lipstick Message: “A.E girls forever, baby! Good luck, and dominate.”
~
The racers enter the werkroom.
“A.E girls forever, baby.” Jaslene puts her hand on her chest, wiping the mirror.
“What a gag.” Zazu exhales.
“Literally, I am NEVER not cooking before a challenge reveal again.” Yasmin laughs, sitting down.
“..That was an intense time.” Omari purses his lips.
“Intense is an understatement.” Granny laughs.
“You know, the energy was hard- this was challenging.” Zazu puts her heart on her chest. “But I think we need to move forward.”
Aguacate: “I mean, we all KNOW I’ve been fantastic. But whatever, let us move forward, cut the fat a bit.”
“I feel ready for this next challenge already, because it’s an opportunity to prove ourselves.” Haja says. “I’m planning on winning.”
Hideyoshi rolls his eyes.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “I’m PLANNING to win too!”
“I know…” Crayola looks at the others. “Last week was a struggle. But we 10 are here, we are strong, powerful artists- and I am thankful to be working with you all.”
“Working together is great, but I’d love a challenge solo, truly.” Fiore puts her hand around Jaslene. “Love you girl, but a moment for me to focus on myself would be nice.”
“Agreed.” Omari adds.
“Let’s sit in this moment, and celebrate.” Granny takes a half drunk glass. “To whatever comes next!”
The other races begrudgingly cheer.
Haja Hubiani: “I know last week I did good, but I didn’t do GREAT. We’re all here to prove ourselves, but some are showcasing more then others. That has to change.”
“Two wins, my gosh…” Granny smiles at Omari.
Haja Hubiani: “I’m here to prove to the world my style of drag- planned, efficient, high drag… and those who exist? They’ll be damned. Just wait and see…”
Hideyoshi cackles with Aguacate.
Haja Hubiani: “I am here to win.”
~
The Next Day, Yasmin starts handing out plates.
“Hold on, take a plate.” Yasmin smiles.
Yasmin Raiz: “Last time I didn’t cook, I was in the bottom. Oh, no. We’re NEEEEVER taking another chance again!”
“What’s on today’s menu?” Omari raises an eyebrow.
“Veggie Sushi!” Yasmin winks. “With Jasmine Rice.”
“It’s you!” Granny chuckles.
“It is.” Yasmin laughs.
“...Wait, what?” Zazu asks, confused.
“...Jasmine Rice, my name?” Yasmin looks at Zazu.
Zazu gasps.
“Oh, I didn’t realise that either.” Crayola chuckles.
“Neither did I…” Jaslene puts her hand up.
“Same.” Hideyoshi laughs.
Yasmin cackles.
You’ve got drag mail!
Granny drops the bowl of rice.
“DARLING, NOW YOU ARE IN DANGER!” Yasmin yells.
Granny chuckles.
Detox. Relax. It’s time. Home time!
“Home time?” Haja raises an eyebrow.
It’s Drag Time!
Hello, racers.
It’s time to pack up. These last few weeks have been intense. We’re going to separate, detox, rest and relax before you all interact again.
Everyone laughs, whilst looking confused.
For this week’s maxi challenge, I am SHIPPING you back on a two-way ticket home- and here again. You’re going home to present yourselves in the form of a photoshoot, baby!
Jaslene Bangus: “I’ve always been a supermodel. And now, you give me a shoot?” Jaslene smirks. “Slay.”
I want to see your home country, and YOUR DRAG BRAND best represented in the form of a shoot. You have… 30 minutes on the bus to start preparing for the journey home. Good luck… and don’t FUCK IT UP!
Everyone frantically starts running, as Hideyoshi sits.
…It’s go time, Hideyoshi.
“I’m… not planning.” Hideyoshi looks at Chronologica. “I have my idea already.”
Chronologica raises an eyebrow.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “It’s done me well this time. I know it will again.”
Good luck…
Chronologica looks at Hideyoshi, as he slinks into his seat.
~
The racers sit around their bus, looking at each other as they start talking, some planning, some chatting.
“Okay, okay…” Aguacate grins. “My drags. What are we doing? Where are we all going?!”
“I’ve already picked up the phone and made some calls.” Jaslene smirks. “Me and my sisters, powerful trans women in my favourite club in Manila, Stargirl.” Jaslene nods. “I am here to showcase women- power, beautiful and the girls I love.”
Aguacate: “Have other girls steal your focus?!” Aguacate laughs.
“I feel the same.” Granny nods. “I’m going to be taking photos with my kids.” Granny smiles.
Aguacate: “This isn’t your drag brand, my dear.”
“Oh, that’s fun…” Aguacate purses her lips. “How does it mean your drag?”
“For me, it’s about representing me. My family- that is a part, and that, in that… I see the drag.” Granny grins.
Aguacate: “Bad choice, mami…” Aguacate laughs. “Granny, you in DAAAAANGER…” Aguacate looks into the camera. “She may be doing good well, but she’s still a baby Queen, my viewer.”
“I am also doing this.” Crayola adds. “My classroom is my safe haven. I’m going to be reflecting that, in my local classroom.”
Aguacate: “Oh darling, boring!”
“I’m from Venice.” Fiore smiles. “To me, being on a gondola- high drag, couture, Italian theatre… that is me.”
Aguacate: “How original, being beautiful on the river of a- Oh wait, I kinda like that idea.”
“I am a little scared, myself.” Yasmin says. “I’m going to step before the Parliament building in drag.”
“...Drag is illegal, isn’t it?” Crayola looks at Yasmin with concern.
“It is. But it’s meaningful.” Yasmin nods.
Yasmin Raiz: “I want to show me. I am a comedian, but I believe too- my drag is revolutionary.”
Aguacate: “Imagine a prison disqualification?” Aguacate giggles.
“Nature is core to me.” Omari looks around. “I believe myself to be a King of Africa. A Chieftain, and I’m going to go to the Maasai Mara National Reserve. Open space, a natural landscape, Giraffes, Elephants, Lions… and me, the King of the Jungle.”
Aguacate: “He may get attacked. Imagine a MAWED disqualification!” Aguacate laughs. “I’m on fire, like…”
“Khwera Salt Mine.” Haja raises her notepad.
Haja Hubiani: “This is a challenge to showcase my styling skills. I’ve looked at the concept, I’ve looked at the idea… This is MY moment.” Haja clutches her chest.
Aguacate: “I don’t know where that is.”
“McQueen is core to my brand, and I have also planned!” Zazu raises her notepad as Aguacate eyes her. “The McQueen storefront in South Africa.”
“Oooh…” Aguacate purses her lips.
Aguacate: “Girl.” Aguacate giggles.
“And Hideyoshi?” Aguacate raises an eyebrow.
“Not sure yet.” Hideyoshi laughs. “Probably on a traditional stage. That’s where I shine.”
“I’m not going to speak…” Haja whispers under her breath.
“Well, I’M going to Teotihuacán to show my ancient heritage, baby!” Aguacate yells.
“Well…” Granny looks at everyone. “Good luck, all…”
“And don’t fuck it up.” Haja winks.
~
In Mexico…
Aguacate stands before Teotihuacán, dressed as a sun god.
“Today, I am here, representing my NATIVE ROOTS.” Aguacate raises her hands. “I am A GOD!”
The ancient landmark is silent as Aguacate’s voice booms.
“This is me. I believe myself to be a legend.” Aguacate leans against the structure. “ASSISTANT? I NEED A STAFF?”
Aguacate walks to her left and picks up the staff.
“Most of the time, my drag is more camp, but today, I will take an opposing approach. Instead, it is MEXICAN. That is core to it, regardless. So, EMBRACE IT!” Aguacate yells.
“Okay, I want to showcase and act as if I am about to sacrifice someone.” Aguacate looks into the camera. “We did human sacrifice, you know.”
~
Crayola Boxx waves. “Hello!”
Crayola adjusts a picture of herself out of drag as she sits on the desk.
“This is my classroom. It’s not a traditional New Zealand Landmark, but I believe it is MY New Zealand Landmark.” Crayola grins.
Crayola spins around, dressed in a multicoloured look with tons of tassels.
“I’ve been teaching for nearly…” Crayola ponders. “10 years?”
Crayola gulps, before smiling.
“I am old.” Crayola chuckles. “But it is my creative hub. There’s two kinds of Crayola- me in drag, and me out of it.”
Crayola looks into the camera. “Now you get to see both.”
~
Fiore flicks back her hair.
“Hello, darlings.” Fiore smiles. “Welcome to Venice.”
The camera zooms out, booming as Fiore rides a gondola in the middle of the canal based city.
Fiore adjusts her long couture gown that nearly covers the entire boat.
“Whilst I am no longer the girl I once was- living here, my heart began here.” Fiore closes her eyes. “This wet city holds secrets.”
The gondola continues to flow through the small canals.
“Living here, you get used to your sea legs.” Fiore smirks. “I know how to stand on a boat, even in a couture gown in heels.”
The gondola rider gasps as he nearly hits another gondola, and Fiore holds a tight grip on it.
“See?” Fiore smirks.
~
“My grandchildren!” Granny waves.
The kids behind Granny look confused.
“Está tudo bem, crianças! Este é o show da vovó!” Granny yells.
The kids look at Granny with confusion, before hugging her.
“They haven’t seen me in drag before.” Granny says, with a smile.
Suddenly, one of the children start to cry.
“Martin, my dear Martin..” Granny picks them up.
The child continues to cry.
“Well, I think we need to get started.” Granny shrugs. “It’s authentic!”
Granny winks into the camera.
~
Haja waves in a booming undercover mine.
“Welcome to PAKISTAN!” Haja yells.
Haja holds onto a pickaxe and smiles, wearing a multi-layered look with a grin.
“I love to have my drag be beautiful, stylish. I also think at times it can be rough.”
Haja shrugs.
“What can I say, I love to shine.”
Haja touches a crystalline body of water.
“In my heart, I am a diamond under pressure. This is a historic monument… and I am the jewel.” Haja grins.
Haja holds up a crystal gem.
“For me, you will see me shine. This is the only option.” Haja grins.
~
“GIRLS!” Jaslene waves into the camera, as three other women wave.
“Hi.” Jaslene smirks.
Jaslene adjusts her tight little black dress.
“I have been through many things. I’ve made myself, this body, this skill from the ground up, baby.” Jaslene smirks.
Jaslene’s sisters hold onto her with a smile.
“These girls are the same. I may be the star… for now.” Jaslene smirks. “But we are the Philippines. We are proud, we are gorgeous, and we stand before you in this stage, one of my favourite venues in the world…”
Jaslene exhales.
“And I have never felt more ready to snap that shot.” Jaslene smirks.
“Take the camera out!”
~
“Welcome to the birth of civilization.” Omari smiles, breathing in the air.
A gust of wind is heard, and Omari looks into the camera.
“It’s a stampede.” Omari looks shocked, before he smirks. “Let’s run. I want pictures in action.”
Omari starts running, as the camera gets shaky.
“I BELIEVE I LIVE IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LAND IN THE WORLD!”
An elephant rushes past Omari.
“FOR ME, THE NATURAL ELEMENTS, THE WAY OF LIFE, THE-” Omari chuckles as he runs, the sound of hooves building and building.
“THE ANIMALS!” Omari yells. “AND I KNOW THIS. I THINK OF MYSELF AS THE KING OF SAVANNAH.”
A giraffe runs past and knocks over the camera causing it to break. Omari picks it up dramatically.
“And a survivor. No matter what.” Omari stops, eying the other animals now gone.
“For me, this is a challenge to showcase the Chief. I feel riveted. Here to win. And I hope you enjoy my world.” Omari smirks.
~
Hideyoshi laughs.
“I’m on stage!” Hideyoshi grins, looking into the camera.
“This is a local Kabuki theatre.” Hideyoshi nods. “I feel as if…” Hideyoshi stops himself.
Hideyoshi looks up, looks down… and grins.
“YES!” Hideyoshi nods. “Follow me.”
Hideyoshi walks through the theatre.
“So many doors.” Hideyoshi laughs.
Hideyoshi enters the a backstage portion of the theatre.
“Let’s do it here.” Hideyoshi nods. “WAIT!”
Hideyoshi grabs a mask and grins.
“For me, my drag, my joy is fun. And my brain doesn’t work like everyone else, I know. That’s what I THINK is my superpower.” Hideyoshi grins. “Let’s snap.”
Hideyoshi stops as the camera takes a photo at a flawed angle.
“WAIT, I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!”
~
Yasmin looks slightly nervous before the camera, before nodding.
“This is hypealicious… this is exciting…” Yasmin stands before parliament house, late, late at night.
Yasmin looks around.
“The city is still lit.” Yasmin nods. “It is… beautiful.”
Yasmin exhales.
“I live here proudly. But, the laws, the existence I have is not the same as many. I struggle, living in a society where I can’t be me.”
Yasmin sighs.
“But the reality is, this is my home.” Yasmin looks proudly. “And I believe it will be important to showcase myself.”
Yasmin sits before the steps.
“I want to show anyone who lives here, in this country- we exist, we are proud, and we do the best damn drag in the world!” Yasmin throws her hands in the air.
“Let’s do it.”
~
Zazu looks excitedly.
“AHH!” Zazu cheers.
Zazu stands in front of a ‘McQueen’ store.
“I have a story.” Zazu laughs.
Zazu giggles.
“I watched the movie CARS, and I was a huge fan. Lightning McQueen was a favourite of mine.”
Zazu winks, wearing a real couture McQueen outfit.
“I loved fashion, and McQueen was one of my faves. And I saw the movie and like, LOVED IT.”
Zazu nods.
“So, I obviously thought Lightning McQueen and Alexander McQueen were related. They aren't. SHOCKING, right?” Zazu gasps.
“In my fantasy they are one in the same!” Zazu laughs. “I love being a bit silly. I love fashion. You get a bit of both.”
Zazu giggles. “Okay, let’s do it!”
~
Each of the racers look at the camera as a producer yells.
“You’re going back onto a plane, straight onto the runway for the challenge.”
“OH MY GASPGOSHITICOUS?!” Yasmin yells.
“Bring it.” Omari smirks.
“Oooh…” Haja grins.
“THIS IS SO FUN!” Zazu laughs.
“I’m old.” Granny chuckles. “Can’t we go a little slower?!”
“Fun.” Hideyoshi smiles.
“This was supposed to be a break.” Crayola laughs.
“Fierce.” Fiore chuckles.
“I love you, girls.” Jaslene blows a kiss.
Aguacate cheers. “LET US DO IT!”
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Arrasando oye papi damelo todo
Jaslene smirks, spinning around as she drops to the floor, making her eyes fixed at the judges as she hits each and every spanish word.
Pues les va de maravilla, la apariencia mas sencilla
Kunthea turns to the side of the stage before dropping in a death drop, flipping their hair around wildly.
Aguacate: “She doesn’t know the WORDS! Perra!”
Pretendamos concentrarnos en lo que haré nuestro cuerpo
Yasmin shakes and shimmies, before she plays with the spikes on her chest as the judges cackle with her campy take on the song.
A Cleopatra no le importa en el amor la entrega
Zazu winks, dancing and giving high energy, as she surprisingly appears to know every beat of the Spanish song.
Arrasando con lo bueno
There’s a split screen as the four girls all dance their ass off, as Chronologica grins, looking at each of them with a smile.
Esta luz que en mi deslumbra
Yasmin hits the ground on her knees, Jaslene lands in a split, Kunthea winks and Zazu twirls as the song ends.
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…
…
Yasmin Raiz, Shantay you stay.
Yasmin bows.
…
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Zazu Nova, Shantay you stay.
Omari gasps, as Jaslene looks at Kunthea with shock.
Fiore Stravaganza: “The girls…”
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…
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Jaslene Bangus, Shantay you stay.
“Thank you.” Jaslene looks at Kunthea, before hugging her. “I love you, girl.”
Kunthea Angel, you are a beautiful, fierce Queen. But today, I must say sashay… away.
“Fuck yeah.” Kunthea smirks. “Thank you.”
Kunthea hugs Jaslene again, before walking over to Fiore.
“Peace.” Kunthea throws a peace sign.
Kunthea Angel: “I didn’t expect to go so soon. But fuck, you know- shit happens. I fought, and us A.E girls- I know we’re gonna slay.”
Lipstick Message: “A.E girls forever, baby! Good luck, and dominate.”
~
The racers enter the werkroom.
“A.E girls forever, baby.” Jaslene puts her hand on her chest, wiping the mirror.
“What a gag.” Zazu exhales.
“Literally, I am NEVER not cooking before a challenge reveal again.” Yasmin laughs, sitting down.
“..That was an intense time.” Omari purses his lips.
“Intense is an understatement.” Granny laughs.
“You know, the energy was hard- this was challenging.” Zazu puts her heart on her chest. “But I think we need to move forward.”
Aguacate: “I mean, we all KNOW I’ve been fantastic. But whatever, let us move forward, cut the fat a bit.”
“I feel ready for this next challenge already, because it’s an opportunity to prove ourselves.” Haja says. “I’m planning on winning.”
Hideyoshi rolls his eyes.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “I’m PLANNING to win too!”
“I know…” Crayola looks at the others. “Last week was a struggle. But we 10 are here, we are strong, powerful artists- and I am thankful to be working with you all.”
“Working together is great, but I’d love a challenge solo, truly.” Fiore puts her hand around Jaslene. “Love you girl, but a moment for me to focus on myself would be nice.”
“Agreed.” Omari adds.
“Let’s sit in this moment, and celebrate.” Granny takes a half drunk glass. “To whatever comes next!”
The other races begrudgingly cheer.
Haja Hubiani: “I know last week I did good, but I didn’t do GREAT. We’re all here to prove ourselves, but some are showcasing more then others. That has to change.”
“Two wins, my gosh…” Granny smiles at Omari.
Haja Hubiani: “I’m here to prove to the world my style of drag- planned, efficient, high drag… and those who exist? They’ll be damned. Just wait and see…”
Hideyoshi cackles with Aguacate.
Haja Hubiani: “I am here to win.”
~
The Next Day, Yasmin starts handing out plates.
“Hold on, take a plate.” Yasmin smiles.
Yasmin Raiz: “Last time I didn’t cook, I was in the bottom. Oh, no. We’re NEEEEVER taking another chance again!”
“What’s on today’s menu?” Omari raises an eyebrow.
“Veggie Sushi!” Yasmin winks. “With Jasmine Rice.”
“It’s you!” Granny chuckles.
“It is.” Yasmin laughs.
“...Wait, what?” Zazu asks, confused.
“...Jasmine Rice, my name?” Yasmin looks at Zazu.
Zazu gasps.
“Oh, I didn’t realise that either.” Crayola chuckles.
“Neither did I…” Jaslene puts her hand up.
“Same.” Hideyoshi laughs.
Yasmin cackles.
You’ve got drag mail!
Granny drops the bowl of rice.
“DARLING, NOW YOU ARE IN DANGER!” Yasmin yells.
Granny chuckles.
Detox. Relax. It’s time. Home time!
“Home time?” Haja raises an eyebrow.
It’s Drag Time!
Hello, racers.
It’s time to pack up. These last few weeks have been intense. We’re going to separate, detox, rest and relax before you all interact again.
Everyone laughs, whilst looking confused.
For this week’s maxi challenge, I am SHIPPING you back on a two-way ticket home- and here again. You’re going home to present yourselves in the form of a photoshoot, baby!
Jaslene Bangus: “I’ve always been a supermodel. And now, you give me a shoot?” Jaslene smirks. “Slay.”
I want to see your home country, and YOUR DRAG BRAND best represented in the form of a shoot. You have… 30 minutes on the bus to start preparing for the journey home. Good luck… and don’t FUCK IT UP!
Everyone frantically starts running, as Hideyoshi sits.
…It’s go time, Hideyoshi.
“I’m… not planning.” Hideyoshi looks at Chronologica. “I have my idea already.”
Chronologica raises an eyebrow.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “It’s done me well this time. I know it will again.”
Good luck…
Chronologica looks at Hideyoshi, as he slinks into his seat.
~
The racers sit around their bus, looking at each other as they start talking, some planning, some chatting.
“Okay, okay…” Aguacate grins. “My drags. What are we doing? Where are we all going?!”
“I’ve already picked up the phone and made some calls.” Jaslene smirks. “Me and my sisters, powerful trans women in my favourite club in Manila, Stargirl.” Jaslene nods. “I am here to showcase women- power, beautiful and the girls I love.”
Aguacate: “Have other girls steal your focus?!” Aguacate laughs.
“I feel the same.” Granny nods. “I’m going to be taking photos with my kids.” Granny smiles.
Aguacate: “This isn’t your drag brand, my dear.”
“Oh, that’s fun…” Aguacate purses her lips. “How does it mean your drag?”
“For me, it’s about representing me. My family- that is a part, and that, in that… I see the drag.” Granny grins.
Aguacate: “Bad choice, mami…” Aguacate laughs. “Granny, you in DAAAAANGER…” Aguacate looks into the camera. “She may be doing good well, but she’s still a baby Queen, my viewer.”
“I am also doing this.” Crayola adds. “My classroom is my safe haven. I’m going to be reflecting that, in my local classroom.”
Aguacate: “Oh darling, boring!”
“I’m from Venice.” Fiore smiles. “To me, being on a gondola- high drag, couture, Italian theatre… that is me.”
Aguacate: “How original, being beautiful on the river of a- Oh wait, I kinda like that idea.”
“I am a little scared, myself.” Yasmin says. “I’m going to step before the Parliament building in drag.”
“...Drag is illegal, isn’t it?” Crayola looks at Yasmin with concern.
“It is. But it’s meaningful.” Yasmin nods.
Yasmin Raiz: “I want to show me. I am a comedian, but I believe too- my drag is revolutionary.”
Aguacate: “Imagine a prison disqualification?” Aguacate giggles.
“Nature is core to me.” Omari looks around. “I believe myself to be a King of Africa. A Chieftain, and I’m going to go to the Maasai Mara National Reserve. Open space, a natural landscape, Giraffes, Elephants, Lions… and me, the King of the Jungle.”
Aguacate: “He may get attacked. Imagine a MAWED disqualification!” Aguacate laughs. “I’m on fire, like…”
“Khwera Salt Mine.” Haja raises her notepad.
Haja Hubiani: “This is a challenge to showcase my styling skills. I’ve looked at the concept, I’ve looked at the idea… This is MY moment.” Haja clutches her chest.
Aguacate: “I don’t know where that is.”
“McQueen is core to my brand, and I have also planned!” Zazu raises her notepad as Aguacate eyes her. “The McQueen storefront in South Africa.”
“Oooh…” Aguacate purses her lips.
Aguacate: “Girl.” Aguacate giggles.
“And Hideyoshi?” Aguacate raises an eyebrow.
“Not sure yet.” Hideyoshi laughs. “Probably on a traditional stage. That’s where I shine.”
“I’m not going to speak…” Haja whispers under her breath.
“Well, I’M going to Teotihuacán to show my ancient heritage, baby!” Aguacate yells.
“Well…” Granny looks at everyone. “Good luck, all…”
“And don’t fuck it up.” Haja winks.
~
In Mexico…
Aguacate stands before Teotihuacán, dressed as a sun god.
“Today, I am here, representing my NATIVE ROOTS.” Aguacate raises her hands. “I am A GOD!”
The ancient landmark is silent as Aguacate’s voice booms.
“This is me. I believe myself to be a legend.” Aguacate leans against the structure. “ASSISTANT? I NEED A STAFF?”
Aguacate walks to her left and picks up the staff.
“Most of the time, my drag is more camp, but today, I will take an opposing approach. Instead, it is MEXICAN. That is core to it, regardless. So, EMBRACE IT!” Aguacate yells.
“Okay, I want to showcase and act as if I am about to sacrifice someone.” Aguacate looks into the camera. “We did human sacrifice, you know.”
~
Crayola Boxx waves. “Hello!”
Crayola adjusts a picture of herself out of drag as she sits on the desk.
“This is my classroom. It’s not a traditional New Zealand Landmark, but I believe it is MY New Zealand Landmark.” Crayola grins.
Crayola spins around, dressed in a multicoloured look with tons of tassels.
“I’ve been teaching for nearly…” Crayola ponders. “10 years?”
Crayola gulps, before smiling.
“I am old.” Crayola chuckles. “But it is my creative hub. There’s two kinds of Crayola- me in drag, and me out of it.”
Crayola looks into the camera. “Now you get to see both.”
~
Fiore flicks back her hair.
“Hello, darlings.” Fiore smiles. “Welcome to Venice.”
The camera zooms out, booming as Fiore rides a gondola in the middle of the canal based city.
Fiore adjusts her long couture gown that nearly covers the entire boat.
“Whilst I am no longer the girl I once was- living here, my heart began here.” Fiore closes her eyes. “This wet city holds secrets.”
The gondola continues to flow through the small canals.
“Living here, you get used to your sea legs.” Fiore smirks. “I know how to stand on a boat, even in a couture gown in heels.”
The gondola rider gasps as he nearly hits another gondola, and Fiore holds a tight grip on it.
“See?” Fiore smirks.
~
“My grandchildren!” Granny waves.
The kids behind Granny look confused.
“Está tudo bem, crianças! Este é o show da vovó!” Granny yells.
The kids look at Granny with confusion, before hugging her.
“They haven’t seen me in drag before.” Granny says, with a smile.
Suddenly, one of the children start to cry.
“Martin, my dear Martin..” Granny picks them up.
The child continues to cry.
“Well, I think we need to get started.” Granny shrugs. “It’s authentic!”
Granny winks into the camera.
~
Haja waves in a booming undercover mine.
“Welcome to PAKISTAN!” Haja yells.
Haja holds onto a pickaxe and smiles, wearing a multi-layered look with a grin.
“I love to have my drag be beautiful, stylish. I also think at times it can be rough.”
Haja shrugs.
“What can I say, I love to shine.”
Haja touches a crystalline body of water.
“In my heart, I am a diamond under pressure. This is a historic monument… and I am the jewel.” Haja grins.
Haja holds up a crystal gem.
“For me, you will see me shine. This is the only option.” Haja grins.
~
“GIRLS!” Jaslene waves into the camera, as three other women wave.
“Hi.” Jaslene smirks.
Jaslene adjusts her tight little black dress.
“I have been through many things. I’ve made myself, this body, this skill from the ground up, baby.” Jaslene smirks.
Jaslene’s sisters hold onto her with a smile.
“These girls are the same. I may be the star… for now.” Jaslene smirks. “But we are the Philippines. We are proud, we are gorgeous, and we stand before you in this stage, one of my favourite venues in the world…”
Jaslene exhales.
“And I have never felt more ready to snap that shot.” Jaslene smirks.
“Take the camera out!”
~
“Welcome to the birth of civilization.” Omari smiles, breathing in the air.
A gust of wind is heard, and Omari looks into the camera.
“It’s a stampede.” Omari looks shocked, before he smirks. “Let’s run. I want pictures in action.”
Omari starts running, as the camera gets shaky.
“I BELIEVE I LIVE IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LAND IN THE WORLD!”
An elephant rushes past Omari.
“FOR ME, THE NATURAL ELEMENTS, THE WAY OF LIFE, THE-” Omari chuckles as he runs, the sound of hooves building and building.
“THE ANIMALS!” Omari yells. “AND I KNOW THIS. I THINK OF MYSELF AS THE KING OF SAVANNAH.”
A giraffe runs past and knocks over the camera causing it to break. Omari picks it up dramatically.
“And a survivor. No matter what.” Omari stops, eying the other animals now gone.
“For me, this is a challenge to showcase the Chief. I feel riveted. Here to win. And I hope you enjoy my world.” Omari smirks.
~
Hideyoshi laughs.
“I’m on stage!” Hideyoshi grins, looking into the camera.
“This is a local Kabuki theatre.” Hideyoshi nods. “I feel as if…” Hideyoshi stops himself.
Hideyoshi looks up, looks down… and grins.
“YES!” Hideyoshi nods. “Follow me.”
Hideyoshi walks through the theatre.
“So many doors.” Hideyoshi laughs.
Hideyoshi enters the a backstage portion of the theatre.
“Let’s do it here.” Hideyoshi nods. “WAIT!”
Hideyoshi grabs a mask and grins.
“For me, my drag, my joy is fun. And my brain doesn’t work like everyone else, I know. That’s what I THINK is my superpower.” Hideyoshi grins. “Let’s snap.”
Hideyoshi stops as the camera takes a photo at a flawed angle.
“WAIT, I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!”
~
Yasmin looks slightly nervous before the camera, before nodding.
“This is hypealicious… this is exciting…” Yasmin stands before parliament house, late, late at night.
Yasmin looks around.
“The city is still lit.” Yasmin nods. “It is… beautiful.”
Yasmin exhales.
“I live here proudly. But, the laws, the existence I have is not the same as many. I struggle, living in a society where I can’t be me.”
Yasmin sighs.
“But the reality is, this is my home.” Yasmin looks proudly. “And I believe it will be important to showcase myself.”
Yasmin sits before the steps.
“I want to show anyone who lives here, in this country- we exist, we are proud, and we do the best damn drag in the world!” Yasmin throws her hands in the air.
“Let’s do it.”
~
Zazu looks excitedly.
“AHH!” Zazu cheers.
Zazu stands in front of a ‘McQueen’ store.
“I have a story.” Zazu laughs.
Zazu giggles.
“I watched the movie CARS, and I was a huge fan. Lightning McQueen was a favourite of mine.”
Zazu winks, wearing a real couture McQueen outfit.
“I loved fashion, and McQueen was one of my faves. And I saw the movie and like, LOVED IT.”
Zazu nods.
“So, I obviously thought Lightning McQueen and Alexander McQueen were related. They aren't. SHOCKING, right?” Zazu gasps.
“In my fantasy they are one in the same!” Zazu laughs. “I love being a bit silly. I love fashion. You get a bit of both.”
Zazu giggles. “Okay, let’s do it!”
~
Each of the racers look at the camera as a producer yells.
“You’re going back onto a plane, straight onto the runway for the challenge.”
“OH MY GASPGOSHITICOUS?!” Yasmin yells.
“Bring it.” Omari smirks.
“Oooh…” Haja grins.
“THIS IS SO FUN!” Zazu laughs.
“I’m old.” Granny chuckles. “Can’t we go a little slower?!”
“Fun.” Hideyoshi smiles.
“This was supposed to be a break.” Crayola laughs.
“Fierce.” Fiore chuckles.
“I love you, girls.” Jaslene blows a kiss.
Aguacate cheers. “LET US DO IT!”
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DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a Mexican Flag bikini, painted to look exactly like a white version of a famous past CDR Queen…
Hola world!
Rachelle, is it time for the show?
“It is.” Rachelle smirks. “Can they bring the drama?”
They always do.
Floss, hola!
“Hola, baby!” Floss grins.
Eduardo Fuente, were my chicas and chicos fun?
“Chronologica, never as beautiful as YOU.” Eduardo smiles.
Chronologica blushes.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with overacting their way to the top of the most famous telenovela EVER!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing looks straight out of 1982!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Straight Outta 1982!
Crayola struts out wearing an expensive gown that has been ripped and shredded with acrylic paint splashed all over it, covering Crayola's whole body in crude graffiti. Out in her hands she clutches a black skull in reference to Jean-Michel Basquiat's "Untitled (1982)" painting.
“Art!” Eduardo smiles.
Taking the most literal approach, Aguacate rolls down the runway in a shining, glimmering disco ball. Her legs are silver, and her ponytail is snatched. She quite literally hobbles on the runway, struggling to move in her disco ball couture.
The disco needs her.
Haja Hubiani struts out in a leather dress, with asymmetrical tights to match. She’s got a jagged mohawk, massive black studded boots and dark eyeliner that truly showcases her fiercest attitude yet, as she STOMPS down the stage.
“Punk bitch.” Floss grins.
Fiore Stravaganza struts out in a huge structured babydoll dress that is reminiscent of a soccer ball, a high-fashion take on the ball in the form of a deconstructed look. She’s got massive puffy sleeves in the Italian flag, and stark 1980s style makeup.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Italy. World Cup. 1982.” Fiore winks.
Granny Gorgeous has gone full soccer mom! She has the 80s Mom Jeans, a lightning strike coat and a pair of heels that she totally rocks, along with big, big hair. She’s got a picture frame in her hand, flipping it to reveal… a picture of her in the 80s!
Hasn’t aged a day.
In a stark departure from her normal looks, Yasmin arrives giving utmost horror. She wears a simple tan shift dress and black square glasses, but two large spikes appear to have been driven through her chest, and blood appears to spill down her front and back through the wounds. One spike is a flagpole, with a limp American flag hanging from one end. The other is the blade of an enormous red hammer-and-sickle.
“Spooky.” Eduardo says.
Jaslene Bangus walks out on the runway, wearing a short neon green latex skirt and jacket combo. The jacket is covered in different emblems and pins, such as one of the flag of the Philippines and one of the bangus fish. Her hair is done in a huge curly mullet that reaches her lower back.
“Babe…” Floss grins.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi arrives in royal garb, looking like the Emperor Hirohito in a decorated look that gives Hideyoshi at his most sophisticated. He does not crack a smile, simply walking, looking at the judges with a firm glance.
“Ooooh… he’s not running crazy this time!” Rachelle jokes.
King Omari Star arrives wearing a solemn look in his face, draped in a Kenyan airforce uniform, with a gun across his back. He’s got blood on his hands, and he shoots his bazooka into the air- as the words ‘Never War, Peace’ appear from a banner within it.
Chronologica raises a fist in the air.
Kunthea has on an oversized teal blouse off one shoulder with a bedazzled belt over her waist, black leggings interrupted by a pair of similarly coloured teal leg-warmers. She wears a glittery black pump with a heavily permed-looking wig.
Living for these leg warmers.
Zazu Nova struts out in a fitted and structured blazer in an electric blue, with studded accents, adding a touch of edginess to the overall look and tucked into a pair of high-waisted, skinny pants, in a vinyl finish, showcasing her daring and bold fashion sense.
“Blue is the colour of the night…” Rachelle smirks.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Team FIORE.
MOST of you did fantastically..
However, one of you surprised everyone.
Granny Gorgeous, Condragulations you are the winner of this week’s challenge.
Granny gasps as the others cheer for her.
Hideyoshi.
Step it up, prepare better.
Hideyoshi gulps, as Haja eyes him.
You may untuck in the Platinum Lounge.
The winning team enters untucked.
“We did it, racers!” Granny Gorgeous cheers as she enters the lounge.
“Mhm.” Aguacate purses her lips as she enters the room, grabbing a drink before taking out a bottle of Tajin and putting it around the rim of her glass.
Aguacate: “I am SHOCKED. I am appalled! I thought this challenge was MINE! Mine!”
“Ladies, Granny- I am so pleased for you.” Aguacate smiles.
“Thank you.” Granny grins.
“However, I am a bit shocked that I, the Mexican Queen of Camp, didn’t win the challenge.” Aguacate says. “I added more to the performance, I showed my heart, my SOUL! And-”
King Omari Star: “My God.”
Omari rolls his eyes.
Aguacate eyes Omari, before laughing. "Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence! King Omari Star, the African King with no taste or appreciation for true art. What a surprise!"
King Omari Star raises an eyebrow, unamused by Aguacate's remark.
Aguacate shakes her head. "Don't you dare give me that look, darling. You may have some skill in the drag department, but you will never understand the essence of being a legend in the Mexican drag scene. You see, I am not just a drag queen. I am a force of nature, a living legend in the Mexican Drag Scene. My performances have brought audiences to tears, my charisma has captivated hearts, and my style...oh, my style is unmatched.”
Haja rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath. "Here we go again."
Fiore, with a mischievous smile, leans over to Haja and whispers. "Just wait, darling. The drama is about to unfold, I can already tell."
Haja looks around, clearly annoyed by Aguacate's self-centred monologue.
Aguacate continues her monologue, seemingly oblivious to the eye rolls and whispers around her. "I have conquered stages across the world, from the bustling streets of Mexico City to the grandest venues in New York and Paris.”
Fiore Stravaganza: “Has she even left Mexico before Drag Race?”
“My name is synonymous with ART, with CAMP, and with unapologetic self-expression." Aguacate says. “ALWAYS!”
“Have you even left Mexico before coming here?” Fiore asks, raising her eyebrow.
“Of course!” Aguacate stares at Fiore. “I am a legend, I am the Queen of camp!”
"You might be the queen of camp, but you're also the queen of delusion. You need to learn some humility and accept that not every challenge is meant for you to win." Fiore sips her drink.
Aguacate glares at Fiore, her nostrils flaring. "How dare you, you shady little lady! I have more talent in my little finger than you do in your entire repertoire. Your bitterness is showing, dear, and it's not a good look on you."
Granny Gorgeous tries to interject. "Aguacate, dear, it's just one challenge. There will be many more opportunities for you to shine."
Aguacate waves Granny away dismissively. "Oh, Granny, sweetie, you don't understand. This competition needs a queen like me. I am a star, destined to rise above the rest and claim my rightful place in the Drag Hall of Fame."
King Omari Star smirks. "Aguacate, let me enlighten you, miss thing. You may think you're the best of the best, a legend in your own mind. But let me tell you something—your arrogance is insufferable, and frankly, you're just plain annoying."
Fiore giggles.
Aguacate looks shocked. “Vincent Van Gogh was never appreciated in his time. You’ll see.”
Haja rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, Aguacate. Spare us your melodrama. You're not the only queen here who has put in the work. We all have our own struggles and achievements. I’m not getting HALF of what I want- the validation I feel like, the appreciation, the performance.."
“Well, speaking of talent, Haja, maybe if you put in half the effort you put into arguing, you might actually win a challenge. You're just LAZY and jealous of those who shine brighter than you." Hideyoshi quips.
Fiore almost spills their drink while silently giggling at Hideyoshi’s random outburst.
Haja clenches her fists, ready to retaliate, but before she can say anything, King Omari Star interrupts with a firm tone.
"Enough! Aguacate, you're annoying with your constant need for validation. Haja, you need to channel your energy into improving yourself instead of picking fights. And all of you, including myself, should remember that this competition is about more than just winning challenges. It's about growth, artistry, and respect for one another. Now, can we please focus on supporting Granny and celebrating her win?" Omari growls.
King Omari Star: “I WANT to win. But I let myself get into this moment. And that isn’t appropriate.”
A silence falls over the room as the others take in King Omari Star's words. They exchange glances, realising the truth in his statement.
Granny, after coughing really loudly, breaks the tension with a smile.
“Congrats, Granny.” Fiore smiles.
“Congrats.” Hideyoshi grins.
“Well done.” Haja nods.
“...You did lovely.” Aguacate purses her lips.
Granny smiles. "Thank you, everyone, for your kind words. Let's remember that we are a family here, and we need to uplift each other. Tonight, we celebrate my victory, but tomorrow, it could be any one of us. Let's show the world the true power of drag unity."
“Agreed.” Omari nods.
“Lord. That was a lot.” Granny laughs.
~
You are the bottom team of the week, and ALL up for elimination.
Starting with… Jaslene, our captain.
Jaslene smiles.
“Simply put, you are gorgeous.” Eduardo smiles.
“I know.” Jaslene chuckles. “Thank you.”
“However, you act like a dead horse.”
Jaslene nods.
“For me, as a whole, it was poor work.” Eduardo says.
You were the team captain, and the reality is- we need you performing at your best here. You didn’t lead a team to victory.
Jaslene nods.
Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
“I wanted to see a lot more than what you did, Yasmin.” Rachelle says.
Yasmin nods.
“I see a real quippy, fun personality. I didn’t, however, see it in the challenge. Instead, I felt you were struggling.”
“I was, it felt hard, because whilst I’ve never acted, I thought- ‘Wow, this would be easy’. I was wrong. It was dodecadoxxable.” Yasmin responds.
Rachelle looks confused.
“Terrible, unlikable, unpleasant. as in, deserves to get doxxed!” Yasmin winks.
“I know you have skills.” Rachelle says. “You’re charming. This wasn’t it.”
Yasmin nods.
Kunthea.
“Yo.” Kunthea smirks.
“Baby, you were just out of your mind!” Floss says, chuckling.
Kunthea raises an eyebrow.
“I just feel like you weren’t giving it. You seemed to be all the way out of it. I wanted you to like- I don’t know, do a LOT more than this.” Floss responds.
“I mean, I do feel like I was fun, though…”
“Baby, we’re here to give advice. Listen.” Floss responds.
Kunthea stops herself, before nodding.
Zazu Nova.
“Hi!” Zazu waves.
I love you, Zazu. You bring a fabulous energy to the competition.
“Awh, thank you!” Zazu grins. “I love you too.”
But you are not a good actress.
Zazu’s grin drops. “Oh.”.
For me, the biggest gap here was you just… weren’t funny.
“Okay.” Zazu sadly nods.
Finally, Crayola Boxx.
“I loved you.” Eduardo smiles.
“Oh.” Crayola clutches her chest in surprise.
“You were charming, you were fun, you played the role- you were, above and beyond, the superstar of superstars in this group.” Eduardo says.
“You played it really well. Nobody else compared.” Rachelle adds.
Unfortunately, however, this was a group challenge. You were great! Everyone else brought you down. Many pegs.
Crayola nods. “If we are being truthful, this entire team has been a disappointment.”
The others look at Crayola.
“They all have much to learn. Zazu- cannot act well, or follow directions. Kunthea was just messy. Yasmin should’ve done better… Jaslene, she poorly lead-”
“Excuse me.” Jaslene puts her hand up. “You didn’t ask for a fucking dissertation.”
“We ALL disappointed tonight. I tried really hard, but these kids, these kids they don’t get it. And we’ll get there. I really do hope.”
Jaslene, Yasmin and Kunthea all stare angrily at Crayola, while Zazu tears up.
Yasmin Raiz: “I am not a child.”
Well, thank you, Crayola.
“I hope we learn.” Crayola smiles.
Racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers walk into the crystal lounge.
Yasmin goes to grab her non-alcoholic drink, walking in first, before she turns. “Actually, no.”
The others look confused.
“Crayola, your words tonight were unnecessary, they stung, they were rude, and I actually feel…” Yasmin closes her eyes as if to hide a grunt. “Upset at you.”
Crayola raises an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by Yasmin's words. "Oh, upset at me? I’m sorry, kid. I was trying to be truthful. We all have much to learn.”
Yasmin takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "Crayola, we're all here trying our best. We don't need you belittling us and treating us like children. We deserve respect, just like you do. Don’t call me no “kid”, comprendes?"
“Well I-“ Crayola begins to speak before being interrupted.
Jaslene steps forward, her eyes narrowed. "You think you're so superior, don't you, Crayola? Well, newsflash: you're not. You might have had a good week, but that doesn't give you the right to talk down to us."
“This is how I talk, dear.” Crayola frowns. "I...I didn't mean to upset you, Yasmin." Crayola says. "I was just expressing my thoughts on the challenge, and maybe I came across as harsh. I apologise if my words hurt you."
Yasmin crosses her arms "It's not just about tonight's challenge, Crayola. It's about how you consistently treat us like children, talking down to us and acting like you're the only one who knows what's best for the group. We're all capable adults here, and we deserve respect."
“I thought I was just being honest and offering my perspective. I apologise if it seemed otherwise." Crayola nods.
Jaslene rolls her eyes. "Oh, how gracious of you, Crayola. But let me remind you that your 'honesty' can be downright condescending.”
Kunthea nods. "Yeah, Crayola, you may have been the 'superstar' in this challenge, but that doesn't give you the right to belittle the rest of us. We're a team, remember?"
Crayola Boxx: “These guys and gals don’t get where I’m coming from, I just need to reach them!” !”
“Look, I may have been harsh with my words, but it's only because I believe in pushing each other to be better. I didn't mean to demean any of you." Crayola says. “Kids-”
“Guys, can we just prepare…” Zazu frowns. “I want my drink, and then-”
Yasmin looks heated instantly. "Didn’t we already go over not calling us children? We're not kids for you to scold, Crayola! We're your fellow competitors, your peers! We're here to support each other, not tear each other down!"
Kunthea shakes her head. "There's a difference between pushing someone and tearing them down. Constructive criticism is one thing, but constantly belittling your teammates isn't going to help anyone improve, fucking HELL."
Crayola begins to look around the room in disbelief and confusion a bit.
“Guys-” Zazu tries to add.
"We're all under enough pressure as it is. We don't need you adding to it with your condescension. I didn’t experience all the shit that I went through for no New Zealand Arts and Crafts project to call ME a fucking child.” Jaslene growls, starting to get heated. “Like-”
Zazu's voice booms across the crystal lounge, startling everyone. "EVERYONE SHUT THE HECK UP AND PREPARE!"
The room falls into stunned silence as Zazu's outburst echoes in their ears.
Zazu takes a moment to catch their breath before continuing. “We're a team, damn it! We may have our differences, but now is not the time to tear each other apart. We need to focus on our strengths and work together to overcome our weaknesses. All this arguing won't get us anywhere."
Crayola sighs. "You're right, Zazu. I'm sorry for my behaviour. I'll try to be more supportive from now on, okay?"
“Whatever.” Jaslene rolls her eyes, as Yasmin and Kunthea look over it as well.
The safe racers walk in.
“...Still at the table?” Omari raises an eyebrow.
“It’s been a night.” Yasmin responds. “I’m going to prepare.”
“Same.” Kunthea nods.
“How are you feeling, darling?” Fiore asks, walking up to Jaslene.
“I’ll be fine.” Jaslene growls, looking at Fiore. “Love you girl, I’m gonna prepare too.”
Fiore smiles, blowing her a kiss as she leaves.
“I will as well..” Zazu says awkwardly, shuffling past.
“Me too.” Crayola sighs.
“...Tough crowd tonight.” Granny says.
The remainder of untucked is a near quiet affair, as everyone sits and observes, sipping their drinks.
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Crayola….
Craoyla steps forward.
I cannot deny you were exceptional. For that, I will say this.
You’re safe.
Crayola exhales. “Thank you so much.”
Racers.
This week, you failed to meet the mark at all.
Each and every one of you bombed. No excuses.
I was incredibly disappointed to see not a single moment of pure quality performance. Not only am I disappointed. I’m mad.
I didn’t expect to be doing this…
You will ALL be lip syncing for your life.
Zazu Nova gasps.
Omari looks at Granny in shock.
Fiore covers her mouth.
Jaslene smirks.
Crayola looks scared.
… and Aguacate cackles while clapping.
Aguacate: “NOW THIS IS A DAMN SHOW!!”
FOUR QUEENS STAND BEFORE ME.
Jaslene Bangus.
Yasmin Raiz.
Zazu Nova.
Kunthea Angel.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Arrasando by Thalia starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poD3zowrY\_I
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Yasmin Raiz: “I feel more fiery in my veins than normal, babyyyy… I’m going to give my ALL!”
Kunthea Angel: “This is a challenge, but I’ll give it my all before… and hope it pans out.”
Zazu Nova: “I am a performer, but four of us? This has never been done before…”
Jaslene Bangus: “If I need to cut a bitch to get my limelight on this stage, I will. Dim the lights. The show is starting.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, you’re travelling internationally for a PHOTOSHOOT!
King Omari screams through the Maasai Mara.
“I’m… not planning.” Hideyoshi looks at Chronologica.
“This is MY moment.” Haja clutches her chest.
“I don’t understand…” Fiore frowns.
“I’m going to be taking photos with my kids.” Granny smiles.
Aguacate: “Bad choice, mami…” Aguacate laughs. “Granny, you in DAAAAANGER…”
~
Stats
Voting
Spreadsheet

DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a Mexican Flag bikini, painted to look exactly like a white version of a famous past CDR Queen…
Hola world!
Rachelle, is it time for the show?
“It is.” Rachelle smirks. “Can they bring the drama?”
They always do.
Floss, hola!
“Hola, baby!” Floss grins.
Eduardo Fuente, were my chicas and chicos fun?
“Chronologica, never as beautiful as YOU.” Eduardo smiles.
Chronologica blushes.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with overacting their way to the top of the most famous telenovela EVER!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing looks straight out of 1982!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Straight Outta 1982!
Crayola struts out wearing an expensive gown that has been ripped and shredded with acrylic paint splashed all over it, covering Crayola's whole body in crude graffiti. Out in her hands she clutches a black skull in reference to Jean-Michel Basquiat's "Untitled (1982)" painting.
“Art!” Eduardo smiles.
Taking the most literal approach, Aguacate rolls down the runway in a shining, glimmering disco ball. Her legs are silver, and her ponytail is snatched. She quite literally hobbles on the runway, struggling to move in her disco ball couture.
The disco needs her.
Haja Hubiani struts out in a leather dress, with asymmetrical tights to match. She’s got a jagged mohawk, massive black studded boots and dark eyeliner that truly showcases her fiercest attitude yet, as she STOMPS down the stage.
“Punk bitch.” Floss grins.
Fiore Stravaganza struts out in a huge structured babydoll dress that is reminiscent of a soccer ball, a high-fashion take on the ball in the form of a deconstructed look. She’s got massive puffy sleeves in the Italian flag, and stark 1980s style makeup.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Italy. World Cup. 1982.” Fiore winks.
Granny Gorgeous has gone full soccer mom! She has the 80s Mom Jeans, a lightning strike coat and a pair of heels that she totally rocks, along with big, big hair. She’s got a picture frame in her hand, flipping it to reveal… a picture of her in the 80s!
Hasn’t aged a day.
In a stark departure from her normal looks, Yasmin arrives giving utmost horror. She wears a simple tan shift dress and black square glasses, but two large spikes appear to have been driven through her chest, and blood appears to spill down her front and back through the wounds. One spike is a flagpole, with a limp American flag hanging from one end. The other is the blade of an enormous red hammer-and-sickle.
“Spooky.” Eduardo says.
Jaslene Bangus walks out on the runway, wearing a short neon green latex skirt and jacket combo. The jacket is covered in different emblems and pins, such as one of the flag of the Philippines and one of the bangus fish. Her hair is done in a huge curly mullet that reaches her lower back.
“Babe…” Floss grins.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi arrives in royal garb, looking like the Emperor Hirohito in a decorated look that gives Hideyoshi at his most sophisticated. He does not crack a smile, simply walking, looking at the judges with a firm glance.
“Ooooh… he’s not running crazy this time!” Rachelle jokes.
King Omari Star arrives wearing a solemn look in his face, draped in a Kenyan airforce uniform, with a gun across his back. He’s got blood on his hands, and he shoots his bazooka into the air- as the words ‘Never War, Peace’ appear from a banner within it.
Chronologica raises a fist in the air.
Kunthea has on an oversized teal blouse off one shoulder with a bedazzled belt over her waist, black leggings interrupted by a pair of similarly coloured teal leg-warmers. She wears a glittery black pump with a heavily permed-looking wig.
Living for these leg warmers.
Zazu Nova struts out in a fitted and structured blazer in an electric blue, with studded accents, adding a touch of edginess to the overall look and tucked into a pair of high-waisted, skinny pants, in a vinyl finish, showcasing her daring and bold fashion sense.
“Blue is the colour of the night…” Rachelle smirks.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Team FIORE.
MOST of you did fantastically..
However, one of you surprised everyone.
Granny Gorgeous, Condragulations you are the winner of this week’s challenge.
Granny gasps as the others cheer for her.
Hideyoshi.
Step it up, prepare better.
Hideyoshi gulps, as Haja eyes him.
You may untuck in the Platinum Lounge.
The winning team enters untucked.
“We did it, racers!” Granny Gorgeous cheers as she enters the lounge.
“Mhm.” Aguacate purses her lips as she enters the room, grabbing a drink before taking out a bottle of Tajin and putting it around the rim of her glass.
Aguacate: “I am SHOCKED. I am appalled! I thought this challenge was MINE! Mine!”
“Ladies, Granny- I am so pleased for you.” Aguacate smiles.
“Thank you.” Granny grins.
“However, I am a bit shocked that I, the Mexican Queen of Camp, didn’t win the challenge.” Aguacate says. “I added more to the performance, I showed my heart, my SOUL! And-”
King Omari Star: “My God.”
Omari rolls his eyes.
Aguacate eyes Omari, before laughing. "Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence! King Omari Star, the African King with no taste or appreciation for true art. What a surprise!"
King Omari Star raises an eyebrow, unamused by Aguacate's remark.
Aguacate shakes her head. "Don't you dare give me that look, darling. You may have some skill in the drag department, but you will never understand the essence of being a legend in the Mexican drag scene. You see, I am not just a drag queen. I am a force of nature, a living legend in the Mexican Drag Scene. My performances have brought audiences to tears, my charisma has captivated hearts, and my style...oh, my style is unmatched.”
Haja rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath. "Here we go again."
Fiore, with a mischievous smile, leans over to Haja and whispers. "Just wait, darling. The drama is about to unfold, I can already tell."
Haja looks around, clearly annoyed by Aguacate's self-centred monologue.
Aguacate continues her monologue, seemingly oblivious to the eye rolls and whispers around her. "I have conquered stages across the world, from the bustling streets of Mexico City to the grandest venues in New York and Paris.”
Fiore Stravaganza: “Has she even left Mexico before Drag Race?”
“My name is synonymous with ART, with CAMP, and with unapologetic self-expression." Aguacate says. “ALWAYS!”
“Have you even left Mexico before coming here?” Fiore asks, raising her eyebrow.
“Of course!” Aguacate stares at Fiore. “I am a legend, I am the Queen of camp!”
"You might be the queen of camp, but you're also the queen of delusion. You need to learn some humility and accept that not every challenge is meant for you to win." Fiore sips her drink.
Aguacate glares at Fiore, her nostrils flaring. "How dare you, you shady little lady! I have more talent in my little finger than you do in your entire repertoire. Your bitterness is showing, dear, and it's not a good look on you."
Granny Gorgeous tries to interject. "Aguacate, dear, it's just one challenge. There will be many more opportunities for you to shine."
Aguacate waves Granny away dismissively. "Oh, Granny, sweetie, you don't understand. This competition needs a queen like me. I am a star, destined to rise above the rest and claim my rightful place in the Drag Hall of Fame."
King Omari Star smirks. "Aguacate, let me enlighten you, miss thing. You may think you're the best of the best, a legend in your own mind. But let me tell you something—your arrogance is insufferable, and frankly, you're just plain annoying."
Fiore giggles.
Aguacate looks shocked. “Vincent Van Gogh was never appreciated in his time. You’ll see.”
Haja rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, Aguacate. Spare us your melodrama. You're not the only queen here who has put in the work. We all have our own struggles and achievements. I’m not getting HALF of what I want- the validation I feel like, the appreciation, the performance.."
“Well, speaking of talent, Haja, maybe if you put in half the effort you put into arguing, you might actually win a challenge. You're just LAZY and jealous of those who shine brighter than you." Hideyoshi quips.
Fiore almost spills their drink while silently giggling at Hideyoshi’s random outburst.
Haja clenches her fists, ready to retaliate, but before she can say anything, King Omari Star interrupts with a firm tone.
"Enough! Aguacate, you're annoying with your constant need for validation. Haja, you need to channel your energy into improving yourself instead of picking fights. And all of you, including myself, should remember that this competition is about more than just winning challenges. It's about growth, artistry, and respect for one another. Now, can we please focus on supporting Granny and celebrating her win?" Omari growls.
King Omari Star: “I WANT to win. But I let myself get into this moment. And that isn’t appropriate.”
A silence falls over the room as the others take in King Omari Star's words. They exchange glances, realising the truth in his statement.
Granny, after coughing really loudly, breaks the tension with a smile.
“Congrats, Granny.” Fiore smiles.
“Congrats.” Hideyoshi grins.
“Well done.” Haja nods.
“...You did lovely.” Aguacate purses her lips.
Granny smiles. "Thank you, everyone, for your kind words. Let's remember that we are a family here, and we need to uplift each other. Tonight, we celebrate my victory, but tomorrow, it could be any one of us. Let's show the world the true power of drag unity."
“Agreed.” Omari nods.
“Lord. That was a lot.” Granny laughs.
~
You are the bottom team of the week, and ALL up for elimination.
Starting with… Jaslene, our captain.
Jaslene smiles.
“Simply put, you are gorgeous.” Eduardo smiles.
“I know.” Jaslene chuckles. “Thank you.”
“However, you act like a dead horse.”
Jaslene nods.
“For me, as a whole, it was poor work.” Eduardo says.
You were the team captain, and the reality is- we need you performing at your best here. You didn’t lead a team to victory.
Jaslene nods.
Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
“I wanted to see a lot more than what you did, Yasmin.” Rachelle says.
Yasmin nods.
“I see a real quippy, fun personality. I didn’t, however, see it in the challenge. Instead, I felt you were struggling.”
“I was, it felt hard, because whilst I’ve never acted, I thought- ‘Wow, this would be easy’. I was wrong. It was dodecadoxxable.” Yasmin responds.
Rachelle looks confused.
“Terrible, unlikable, unpleasant. as in, deserves to get doxxed!” Yasmin winks.
“I know you have skills.” Rachelle says. “You’re charming. This wasn’t it.”
Yasmin nods.
Kunthea.
“Yo.” Kunthea smirks.
“Baby, you were just out of your mind!” Floss says, chuckling.
Kunthea raises an eyebrow.
“I just feel like you weren’t giving it. You seemed to be all the way out of it. I wanted you to like- I don’t know, do a LOT more than this.” Floss responds.
“I mean, I do feel like I was fun, though…”
“Baby, we’re here to give advice. Listen.” Floss responds.
Kunthea stops herself, before nodding.
Zazu Nova.
“Hi!” Zazu waves.
I love you, Zazu. You bring a fabulous energy to the competition.
“Awh, thank you!” Zazu grins. “I love you too.”
But you are not a good actress.
Zazu’s grin drops. “Oh.”.
For me, the biggest gap here was you just… weren’t funny.
“Okay.” Zazu sadly nods.
Finally, Crayola Boxx.
“I loved you.” Eduardo smiles.
“Oh.” Crayola clutches her chest in surprise.
“You were charming, you were fun, you played the role- you were, above and beyond, the superstar of superstars in this group.” Eduardo says.
“You played it really well. Nobody else compared.” Rachelle adds.
Unfortunately, however, this was a group challenge. You were great! Everyone else brought you down. Many pegs.
Crayola nods. “If we are being truthful, this entire team has been a disappointment.”
The others look at Crayola.
“They all have much to learn. Zazu- cannot act well, or follow directions. Kunthea was just messy. Yasmin should’ve done better… Jaslene, she poorly lead-”
“Excuse me.” Jaslene puts her hand up. “You didn’t ask for a fucking dissertation.”
“We ALL disappointed tonight. I tried really hard, but these kids, these kids they don’t get it. And we’ll get there. I really do hope.”
Jaslene, Yasmin and Kunthea all stare angrily at Crayola, while Zazu tears up.
Yasmin Raiz: “I am not a child.”
Well, thank you, Crayola.
“I hope we learn.” Crayola smiles.
Racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers walk into the crystal lounge.
Yasmin goes to grab her non-alcoholic drink, walking in first, before she turns. “Actually, no.”
The others look confused.
“Crayola, your words tonight were unnecessary, they stung, they were rude, and I actually feel…” Yasmin closes her eyes as if to hide a grunt. “Upset at you.”
Crayola raises an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by Yasmin's words. "Oh, upset at me? I’m sorry, kid. I was trying to be truthful. We all have much to learn.”
Yasmin takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "Crayola, we're all here trying our best. We don't need you belittling us and treating us like children. We deserve respect, just like you do. Don’t call me no “kid”, comprendes?"
“Well I-“ Crayola begins to speak before being interrupted.
Jaslene steps forward, her eyes narrowed. "You think you're so superior, don't you, Crayola? Well, newsflash: you're not. You might have had a good week, but that doesn't give you the right to talk down to us."
“This is how I talk, dear.” Crayola frowns. "I...I didn't mean to upset you, Yasmin." Crayola says. "I was just expressing my thoughts on the challenge, and maybe I came across as harsh. I apologise if my words hurt you."
Yasmin crosses her arms "It's not just about tonight's challenge, Crayola. It's about how you consistently treat us like children, talking down to us and acting like you're the only one who knows what's best for the group. We're all capable adults here, and we deserve respect."
“I thought I was just being honest and offering my perspective. I apologise if it seemed otherwise." Crayola nods.
Jaslene rolls her eyes. "Oh, how gracious of you, Crayola. But let me remind you that your 'honesty' can be downright condescending.”
Kunthea nods. "Yeah, Crayola, you may have been the 'superstar' in this challenge, but that doesn't give you the right to belittle the rest of us. We're a team, remember?"
Crayola Boxx: “These guys and gals don’t get where I’m coming from, I just need to reach them!” !”
“Look, I may have been harsh with my words, but it's only because I believe in pushing each other to be better. I didn't mean to demean any of you." Crayola says. “Kids-”
“Guys, can we just prepare…” Zazu frowns. “I want my drink, and then-”
Yasmin looks heated instantly. "Didn’t we already go over not calling us children? We're not kids for you to scold, Crayola! We're your fellow competitors, your peers! We're here to support each other, not tear each other down!"
Kunthea shakes her head. "There's a difference between pushing someone and tearing them down. Constructive criticism is one thing, but constantly belittling your teammates isn't going to help anyone improve, fucking HELL."
Crayola begins to look around the room in disbelief and confusion a bit.
“Guys-” Zazu tries to add.
"We're all under enough pressure as it is. We don't need you adding to it with your condescension. I didn’t experience all the shit that I went through for no New Zealand Arts and Crafts project to call ME a fucking child.” Jaslene growls, starting to get heated. “Like-”
Zazu's voice booms across the crystal lounge, startling everyone. "EVERYONE SHUT THE HECK UP AND PREPARE!"
The room falls into stunned silence as Zazu's outburst echoes in their ears.
Zazu takes a moment to catch their breath before continuing. “We're a team, damn it! We may have our differences, but now is not the time to tear each other apart. We need to focus on our strengths and work together to overcome our weaknesses. All this arguing won't get us anywhere."
Crayola sighs. "You're right, Zazu. I'm sorry for my behaviour. I'll try to be more supportive from now on, okay?"
“Whatever.” Jaslene rolls her eyes, as Yasmin and Kunthea look over it as well.
The safe racers walk in.
“...Still at the table?” Omari raises an eyebrow.
“It’s been a night.” Yasmin responds. “I’m going to prepare.”
“Same.” Kunthea nods.
“How are you feeling, darling?” Fiore asks, walking up to Jaslene.
“I’ll be fine.” Jaslene growls, looking at Fiore. “Love you girl, I’m gonna prepare too.”
Fiore smiles, blowing her a kiss as she leaves.
“I will as well..” Zazu says awkwardly, shuffling past.
“Me too.” Crayola sighs.
“...Tough crowd tonight.” Granny says.
The remainder of untucked is a near quiet affair, as everyone sits and observes, sipping their drinks.
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Crayola….
Craoyla steps forward.
I cannot deny you were exceptional. For that, I will say this.
You’re safe.
Crayola exhales. “Thank you so much.”
Racers.
This week, you failed to meet the mark at all.
Each and every one of you bombed. No excuses.
I was incredibly disappointed to see not a single moment of pure quality performance. Not only am I disappointed. I’m mad.
I didn’t expect to be doing this…
You will ALL be lip syncing for your life.
Zazu Nova gasps.
Omari looks at Granny in shock.
Fiore covers her mouth.
Jaslene smirks.
Crayola looks scared.
… and Aguacate cackles while clapping.
Aguacate: “NOW THIS IS A DAMN SHOW!!”
FOUR QUEENS STAND BEFORE ME.
Jaslene Bangus.
Yasmin Raiz.
Zazu Nova.
Kunthea Angel.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Arrasando by Thalia starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poD3zowrY\_I
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Yasmin Raiz: “I feel more fiery in my veins than normal, babyyyy… I’m going to give my ALL!”
Kunthea Angel: “This is a challenge, but I’ll give it my all before… and hope it pans out.”
Zazu Nova: “I am a performer, but four of us? This has never been done before…”
Jaslene Bangus: “If I need to cut a bitch to get my limelight on this stage, I will. Dim the lights. The show is starting.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, you’re travelling internationally for a PHOTOSHOOT!
King Omari screams through the Maasai Mara.
“I’m… not planning.” Hideyoshi looks at Chronologica.
“This is MY moment.” Haja clutches her chest.
“I don’t understand…” Fiore frowns.
“I’m going to be taking photos with my kids.” Granny smiles.
Aguacate: “Bad choice, mami…” Aguacate laughs. “Granny, you in DAAAAANGER…”
~
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DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a cow costume, with a spotted painted face and a smile.
Moo!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Tasia D. Kash, are you ready for the music groups?
“Sure am!” Tasia grins.
Floss, do you dance to the beat of the drum?
“NEVER, baby.” Floss says.
Rachelle, what’s your favourite Eurovision song?
“Diva, darling.” Rachelle smirks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with competing in rival music groups in the DRAG-O-VISION competition!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing Passport To Glamour looks.
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Passport To Glamour.
Aguacate steps out dressed as the classic flight attendant, pencil skirt and blouse all perfectly arranged. She pushed a little cart along the runway, serving glamour and selling little packages of peanuts and crackers.
“I saw her in the cockpit.” Tasia winks.
Crayola Boxx arrives obscured by a massive map that struts down the runway.
REVEAL YOURSELF!
Opening the map, Crayola drops and appears wearing a crystallised plane look, along with wings and tons of glitter, with a cute little set of pilot dolls atop her head and a big smile on her face.
Haja Hubiani wears a long sari in a crystal blue, along with a pair of matching couture luggage, with a pair of sunglasses to match. She twirls around the mainstage, giving high class woman ready for the trip of her life.
“Gorgeous.” Rachelle smiles.
King Omari Star is suited up, serving retro man straight out of the 1960s with a black and white suit and slicked hair. He has a long black suitcase that he wheels through the main stage, until it splits wide open revealing all kinds of shocking adult toys in it! Chains, whips, oh my!
“He’s been a bad damn boy.” Floss chuckles.
Fiore Stravaganza struts out in a Pilot’s Uniform, but feminised to the nth degree in the form of a structured badazzled gown. She’s got a pair of aviators on, and a bedazzled pilot's hat that has the words ‘Captain Stravaganza’ embossed in red.
THIS is the reason Aguacate was in the cockpit.
Granny Gorgeous wears a long kaftan that looks straight out and ready for a gorgeous holiday! She’s got a lovely sunset colour, along with long, flowy black hair that nearly hits the floor, a cocktail in her hand and a smile.
“Granny’s on vacation.” Tasia winks.
Kunthea Angel walks out in the laziest plane outfit yet- a big hoodie, a pair of grey sweatpants and a bag of Cambodian kettle chips that she eats as she walks. She eyes the judges- before taking off the hoodie and sweatpants to reveal a fierce rocker look and mini skirt, ready to hit the stage and ROCK!
Hell yeah!
Jaslene Bangus struts out in what else, but a slutty stewardess look! She’s got a tiny tiffany blue box hat and matching blouse and short skirt combo, along with high heels, a pretty scarf and a bag of warm nuts in her hand.
“Skank!” Rachelle yells.
Jaslene winks.
Cher Diseases struts in a passport headpiece with a paper style dress, giving a 1960s housewife-esque fantasy. She's holding a stamp that she can open her face and stamp pages with, as well as her dress.
“Stamped for the Gods.” Floss laughs.
Zazu arrives in a full blown covering from head to toe body bag basically that says PASSPORT, it is in the shape of an aeroplane. As Zazu gets out of the bodybag she reveals into a glamorous garment that represents the South African flag. The look is a glamourous trumpet cut dress with crystals being adorned throughout and she is in huge hair to add the final touch.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Referencing the 2004 anime series Steamboy, Toyotomi Hideyoshi is serving a steampunk pilot boy, wearing browns along with a massive cap, with tiny little wings at the back of his outfit. He’s got a smile on his face as he runs through the stage, zooming about with a smile.
“Steampunk couture.” Tasia laughs. “I don’t even know what steampunk is!”
Yasmin appears in a gentle pastel blue floral Hermes blouse and super-high-rise tapered cream jeans which show off her curves. With matching pastel blue sunglasses, chunky heels, and windswept sandy blonde hair, she dazzles as she pushes her stylized luggage cart…but then comically struggles with the nine different Vuitton Keepall travel bags which repeatedly tumble from her cart.
“Is this Louise’s brand?” Racehelle smirks.
It’s Lucy’s.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Jaslene Bangus.
Fiore Stravaganza.
Kunthea Angel.
You all are… safe.
Jaslene looks surprised, before nodding.
You may untuck in the platinum lounge.
The safe racers enter untucked.
“Well.” Kunthea laughs.
“Drink it, slurp it…” Jaselene grabs her drink.
“Quippy line.” Fiore says.
The three sit down.
“A.E Girls… I am not going to lie, I am pretty gagged.” Jaslene says.
“Mhm.” Fiore nods.
“For me, we were above and beyond a solid team slay.” Jaslene purses her lips. “Like, the combinations…”
“Maybe it’s a bottom 9.” Kunthea says.
“Like they’d EVER do that.” Jaselene responds. “I can’t see it! It’s a bottom 2, of course, with one winning team.”
“I do agree.” Fiore says.
“Who’s winning?” Kunthea asks.
“For me, I’m not going to lie. Like, I expected Omari, Granny and Zazu to kinda flop. But they did well.” Jaslene shrugs. “So…”
“Well, you put them together for that purpose, didn’t you?” Fiore looks at Jaslene, who purses her lips.
…
“Duh.” Jaslene nods. “I’m here to play competitively.”
“We all are.” Kunthea says.
“No, no, I agree.” Fiore adds. “Truly, we all want to win.”
“Damn right.” Jaslene says. “I do believe I’m one of the best in the world.”
“Same.” Fiore nods.
“Same.” Kunthea looks at the other two.
“Girls, I think we need to have each other's back.” Jaslene smiles. “Together, collectively.”
“What are you proposing?” Fiore asks.
“The A.E girls stick together, help each other… even after this week. We get to the final 3.. And how it will be, is how it will be.” Jaslene smirks.
“An alliance?” Fiore responds.
“If you want to use those words…” Jaslene says. “I think it’s just an allyship.”
“I’m in.” Kunthea smiles.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Okay, this will provide value. And I really like Jaslene.”
“As am I.” Fiore grins.
Jaslene looks happily. “Hell yes, girls.”
The three grin.
~
You represent the tops and bottoms of the week.
Starting with…
The Top Hats.
The three grin!
“For me, a really interesting performance.” Tasia says. “You all did really solid work.”
Haja grins.
“However… for me, above and beyond, Hideyoshi- you shined.” Tasia nods.
“Woo!” Hideyoshi cheers.
“I love that you just came off effortless. It was fun, it just was like- it all came naturally to you!”
Haja Hubiani: “Because he did it on the fly.”
I agree.
Hideyoshi smiles.
It’s a natural charisma you have, and for me that’s what I wanted to see. I wanted to see you really delivering, and that is what I feel like you did, Hideyoshi. As a trio, you were great. But it came naturally for you.
“Thank you!” Hideyoshi grins.
Haja looks slightly annoyed.
However, I felt like sometimes you were out of sync with the other two. You were kind of doing your own moves off to the side and it didn’t really work out for you. You did a good job for now, but don’t rely on it too much for the future.
Red Noses, Big Hair, Fire.
The three wave to the judges.
“Let’s be real.” Rachelle says. “This wasn’t good.”
“I agree.” Crayola nods. “It is a shame we didn’t hit the level we could’ve. I expected better.”
Aguacate makes a face.
“I want to see all of you fighting for this.” Rachelle says. “However, you struggled.”
“I am disappointed in myself.” Cher looks at the judges. “I want to own that.”
“I did too.” Crayola nods.
“...I feel like I did good, and my look is fabulous.” Aguacate shrugs. “We didn’t go disco enough, but I was giving you that energy, I do apologise my teammates weren’t up to par and...” She looks at their outfits. “Lacked in comparison.” Aguacate smiles.
Chronologica raises an eyebrow.
Crayola and Cher look stunned.
Thanks, Team.
Finally, Dragtallica.
The three stare at the judges.
“...I love how they’re all still in character.” Floss chuckles to Rachelle.
The three stare.
Floss screams.
“I loved y'all’s energy. Collectively, you were the most fun, most entertaining- it shouldn’t have worked, but it DID.” Floss grins.
“Thank you.” Omari smiles.
“For me, it was not just a single one shining. You shone, collectively.” Tasia grins.
And that was the challenge. However, each of you did something extra special, so I want to shout that out.
“Why thank you.” Granny grins.
“I want to mention, I am very lucky to have this team.” Zazu says.
“As do I.” Omari nods.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers enter the Crystal lounge, with Aguacate grabbing her drink and giggling.
Crayola eyes Aguacate.
“Woo!” Aguacate chuckles, sitting down.
“Would you like to talk?” Crayola looks at Aguacate.
“Awkward.” Yasmin says.
“About what?” Aguacate smiles.
“I do think your words were hurtful, and not an accurate representation of the reality of the team.” Crayola purses her lips. “In fact, I was offended.”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh, really? Offended, huh? Well, I'm sorry if my honesty doesn't sit well with you, Crayola."
Crayola crosses her arms, adopting a stern expression. "It's not about honesty, Aguacate. It's about how you convey your thoughts. You were dismissive and disrespectful. As a member of this team, we should support and uplift each other, not tear each other down."
Aguacate smirks and leans back in her chair. "Oh, forgive me, Professor Crayola, for not sugarcoating my opinions. If you can't handle a little constructive criticism, maybe you're not cut out for this competition."
Crayola's eyes narrow. "This is not about handling criticism, Aguacate. It's about having basic respect and empathy for your fellow competitors. We're here to grow and improve, not belittle and undermine each other."
Aguacate rolls her eyes. "Please, spare me the lecture. I know what I said, and I stand by it. I was just being honest, and if that offends you, maybe you should take a look in the mirror and figure out why."
“Agua, this isn't about me. It's about our team.” Crayola turns to Cher, who shrugs.
“I’m just going to prepare for this lip sync.” Cher shrugs.
Cher Diseases: “I am an Eurovision fan, but this could be my second lip sync. I don’t want that. And I am certainly not arguing.”
The remaining racers eye each other.
Aguacate scoffs. "You act like you're the team captain or something. Who made you the moral authority here?"
“It’s okay, dear. I’m going to prepare.” Crayola rolls her eyes, walking off to the mirror.
“Didn’t expect her to be so frustrated.” Hideyoshi says.
“I’m great, you know? I am so fun, not frustrated, I’m just telling the truth.” Aguacate continues to laugh.
King Omari Star: “I am not a fan of Aguacate. She is… annoying.”
“Keeping it real.” Aguacate sings while fanning herself. “Keeping it real…. Ouu, I should have used that for my verse!”
“I want to say this.” Omari looks at Zazu and Granny. “I really… appreciated working with the two of you, this week. I think we did a good job.”
Zazu smiles warmly at Omari. "Thank you, Omari. I feel the same way.” Zazu blushes. “Like, this has been nice. I love my Haus, I love my drag and… I just want to do well.”
Granny nods in agreement. "Absolutely, darling. It was a pleasure working with both of you. Omari, your creativity and stage presence were truly inspiring. And Zazu, your attention to detail and dedication to the performance were outstanding."
Omari's icy exterior melts away, and he grins at his teammates. "Thank you both. Your words mean a lot to me. We may not have had the easiest time, but we made the best of it, and I believe that showed on stage. Together, we brought the energy and entertainment that the judges loved."
Zazu raises her glass. "To Dragtallica! No matter what the outcome, we can be proud of what we did."
Granny and Omari clink their glasses with Zazu's. "Cheers to that." Granny says, a gleam of pride in her eyes.
“...Can I join in this cute moment?” Hideyoshi laughs.
“Me too!” Yasmin runs over, and the five grin.
“I’m good.” Haja smiles.
The 3 safe Queens enter the werkroom.
“Oooh, cheering without us?” Jaslene smiles.
“Come!” Zazu waves.
Haja Hubiani: “I am seeing all this… positive energy, but it’s a little frustrating for me. Because I’m feeling like I am left behind, and others are getting away with floating on their natural talents.”
“Drinks, I love them!” Hideyoshi chuckles.
“Non-alcoholic ones for me!” Yasmin laughs, hugging Hideyoshi.
Haja Hubiani: “Hideyoshi.” Haja shrugs. “Point blank.”
“How are you going, girl?” Jaslene looks at Haja as she sits down.
Haja purses her lips. “Ready for the next challenge.”
“Same.” Jaslene nods. “You know, this is a pretty look.”
“It’s lovely.” Fiore smiles.
“Thank you.” Haja grins.
“One of the pretty girls…” Kunthea laughs. “Like us.”
Haja chuckles, sipping her drink.
…
“I’m happy we got to work together.” Crayola puts her hand on Cher’s shoulder. “I hope it isn’t us together..”
“I think it’s going to be one of us versus Aguacate, for sure.” Cher responds. “Realistically, me.”
“Who knows.” Crayola says. “It’s drag race- anything could happen.”
The two look at each other and hug.
“Good luck.” Cher grins.
“Good luck.” Crayola smiles.
~
Welcome back, racers. I’ve made some decisions.
Haja.
Hideyoshi.
Yasmin.
Well done this week… you’re safe.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “I am feeling GREAT.” Hideyoshi grins. “Let’s keep it up. I feel a win coming.”
Dragtallica.
This week, you showed us how to ROCK.
Condragulations, you are the winning team this week, and have all won the challenge… and $5000!
The three cheer.
King Omari Star: “Hell yes.” Omari grins. “I mean, this is… nice.”
…
…
…
…
Aguacate, you’re safe.
The others all look surprised, as Aguacate smiles with pride, “Thank you, mami.” Aguacate winks to the judges before leaving.
That means Crayola Boxx and Cher Diseases, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Everyway That I Can by Sertab starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRAjf9rFA58
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Crayola Boxx: “I didn’t expect to lip sync, but I am here to fight for it. Let’s do it.”
Cher Diseases: “This is my second time in the bottom. But I am the Eurovision fan here. There’s nothing in the world that’s gonna stop me, no sir! I’m giving my ALL!”
~
Next Time!
Racers, for this week’s challenge, it’s time to star in your own telenovelas, guided by our Season 3 Queen, La Marias!
Hideyoshi looks directly into the camera.
“I just have to say…” Yasmin closes her eyes. “Ugh, wrong word.”
Jaslene Bangus: “This girl is FUNNY. How can’t she act?!”
I didn’t expect to be doing this…
Zazu Nova gasps.
“VIVA LA MEXICO!” Aguacate screams.
~
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DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a cow costume, with a spotted painted face and a smile.
Moo!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Tasia D. Kash, are you ready for the music groups?
“Sure am!” Tasia grins.
Floss, do you dance to the beat of the drum?
“NEVER, baby.” Floss says.
Rachelle, what’s your favourite Eurovision song?
“Diva, darling.” Rachelle smirks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with competing in rival music groups in the DRAG-O-VISION competition!
And on the runway, they’ll be wearing Passport To Glamour looks.
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Passport To Glamour.
Aguacate steps out dressed as the classic flight attendant, pencil skirt and blouse all perfectly arranged. She pushed a little cart along the runway, serving glamour and selling little packages of peanuts and crackers.
“I saw her in the cockpit.” Tasia winks.
Crayola Boxx arrives obscured by a massive map that struts down the runway.
REVEAL YOURSELF!
Opening the map, Crayola drops and appears wearing a crystallised plane look, along with wings and tons of glitter, with a cute little set of pilot dolls atop her head and a big smile on her face.
Haja Hubiani wears a long sari in a crystal blue, along with a pair of matching couture luggage, with a pair of sunglasses to match. She twirls around the mainstage, giving high class woman ready for the trip of her life.
“Gorgeous.” Rachelle smiles.
King Omari Star is suited up, serving retro man straight out of the 1960s with a black and white suit and slicked hair. He has a long black suitcase that he wheels through the main stage, until it splits wide open revealing all kinds of shocking adult toys in it! Chains, whips, oh my!
“He’s been a bad damn boy.” Floss chuckles.
Fiore Stravaganza struts out in a Pilot’s Uniform, but feminised to the nth degree in the form of a structured badazzled gown. She’s got a pair of aviators on, and a bedazzled pilot's hat that has the words ‘Captain Stravaganza’ embossed in red.
THIS is the reason Aguacate was in the cockpit.
Granny Gorgeous wears a long kaftan that looks straight out and ready for a gorgeous holiday! She’s got a lovely sunset colour, along with long, flowy black hair that nearly hits the floor, a cocktail in her hand and a smile.
“Granny’s on vacation.” Tasia winks.
Kunthea Angel walks out in the laziest plane outfit yet- a big hoodie, a pair of grey sweatpants and a bag of Cambodian kettle chips that she eats as she walks. She eyes the judges- before taking off the hoodie and sweatpants to reveal a fierce rocker look and mini skirt, ready to hit the stage and ROCK!
Hell yeah!
Jaslene Bangus struts out in what else, but a slutty stewardess look! She’s got a tiny tiffany blue box hat and matching blouse and short skirt combo, along with high heels, a pretty scarf and a bag of warm nuts in her hand.
“Skank!” Rachelle yells.
Jaslene winks.
Cher Diseases struts in a passport headpiece with a paper style dress, giving a 1960s housewife-esque fantasy. She's holding a stamp that she can open her face and stamp pages with, as well as her dress.
“Stamped for the Gods.” Floss laughs.
Zazu arrives in a full blown covering from head to toe body bag basically that says PASSPORT, it is in the shape of an aeroplane. As Zazu gets out of the bodybag she reveals into a glamorous garment that represents the South African flag. The look is a glamourous trumpet cut dress with crystals being adorned throughout and she is in huge hair to add the final touch.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Referencing the 2004 anime series Steamboy, Toyotomi Hideyoshi is serving a steampunk pilot boy, wearing browns along with a massive cap, with tiny little wings at the back of his outfit. He’s got a smile on his face as he runs through the stage, zooming about with a smile.
“Steampunk couture.” Tasia laughs. “I don’t even know what steampunk is!”
Yasmin appears in a gentle pastel blue floral Hermes blouse and super-high-rise tapered cream jeans which show off her curves. With matching pastel blue sunglasses, chunky heels, and windswept sandy blonde hair, she dazzles as she pushes her stylized luggage cart…but then comically struggles with the nine different Vuitton Keepall travel bags which repeatedly tumble from her cart.
“Is this Louise’s brand?” Racehelle smirks.
It’s Lucy’s.
~
Hi Racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
Jaslene Bangus.
Fiore Stravaganza.
Kunthea Angel.
You all are… safe.
Jaslene looks surprised, before nodding.
You may untuck in the platinum lounge.
The safe racers enter untucked.
“Well.” Kunthea laughs.
“Drink it, slurp it…” Jaselene grabs her drink.
“Quippy line.” Fiore says.
The three sit down.
“A.E Girls… I am not going to lie, I am pretty gagged.” Jaslene says.
“Mhm.” Fiore nods.
“For me, we were above and beyond a solid team slay.” Jaslene purses her lips. “Like, the combinations…”
“Maybe it’s a bottom 9.” Kunthea says.
“Like they’d EVER do that.” Jaselene responds. “I can’t see it! It’s a bottom 2, of course, with one winning team.”
“I do agree.” Fiore says.
“Who’s winning?” Kunthea asks.
“For me, I’m not going to lie. Like, I expected Omari, Granny and Zazu to kinda flop. But they did well.” Jaslene shrugs. “So…”
“Well, you put them together for that purpose, didn’t you?” Fiore looks at Jaslene, who purses her lips.
…
“Duh.” Jaslene nods. “I’m here to play competitively.”
“We all are.” Kunthea says.
“No, no, I agree.” Fiore adds. “Truly, we all want to win.”
“Damn right.” Jaslene says. “I do believe I’m one of the best in the world.”
“Same.” Fiore nods.
“Same.” Kunthea looks at the other two.
“Girls, I think we need to have each other's back.” Jaslene smiles. “Together, collectively.”
“What are you proposing?” Fiore asks.
“The A.E girls stick together, help each other… even after this week. We get to the final 3.. And how it will be, is how it will be.” Jaslene smirks.
“An alliance?” Fiore responds.
“If you want to use those words…” Jaslene says. “I think it’s just an allyship.”
“I’m in.” Kunthea smiles.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Okay, this will provide value. And I really like Jaslene.”
“As am I.” Fiore grins.
Jaslene looks happily. “Hell yes, girls.”
The three grin.
~
You represent the tops and bottoms of the week.
Starting with…
The Top Hats.
The three grin!
“For me, a really interesting performance.” Tasia says. “You all did really solid work.”
Haja grins.
“However… for me, above and beyond, Hideyoshi- you shined.” Tasia nods.
“Woo!” Hideyoshi cheers.
“I love that you just came off effortless. It was fun, it just was like- it all came naturally to you!”
Haja Hubiani: “Because he did it on the fly.”
I agree.
Hideyoshi smiles.
It’s a natural charisma you have, and for me that’s what I wanted to see. I wanted to see you really delivering, and that is what I feel like you did, Hideyoshi. As a trio, you were great. But it came naturally for you.
“Thank you!” Hideyoshi grins.
Haja looks slightly annoyed.
However, I felt like sometimes you were out of sync with the other two. You were kind of doing your own moves off to the side and it didn’t really work out for you. You did a good job for now, but don’t rely on it too much for the future.
Red Noses, Big Hair, Fire.
The three wave to the judges.
“Let’s be real.” Rachelle says. “This wasn’t good.”
“I agree.” Crayola nods. “It is a shame we didn’t hit the level we could’ve. I expected better.”
Aguacate makes a face.
“I want to see all of you fighting for this.” Rachelle says. “However, you struggled.”
“I am disappointed in myself.” Cher looks at the judges. “I want to own that.”
“I did too.” Crayola nods.
“...I feel like I did good, and my look is fabulous.” Aguacate shrugs. “We didn’t go disco enough, but I was giving you that energy, I do apologise my teammates weren’t up to par and...” She looks at their outfits. “Lacked in comparison.” Aguacate smiles.
Chronologica raises an eyebrow.
Crayola and Cher look stunned.
Thanks, Team.
Finally, Dragtallica.
The three stare at the judges.
“...I love how they’re all still in character.” Floss chuckles to Rachelle.
The three stare.
Floss screams.
“I loved y'all’s energy. Collectively, you were the most fun, most entertaining- it shouldn’t have worked, but it DID.” Floss grins.
“Thank you.” Omari smiles.
“For me, it was not just a single one shining. You shone, collectively.” Tasia grins.
And that was the challenge. However, each of you did something extra special, so I want to shout that out.
“Why thank you.” Granny grins.
“I want to mention, I am very lucky to have this team.” Zazu says.
“As do I.” Omari nods.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks.
~
The racers enter the Crystal lounge, with Aguacate grabbing her drink and giggling.
Crayola eyes Aguacate.
“Woo!” Aguacate chuckles, sitting down.
“Would you like to talk?” Crayola looks at Aguacate.
“Awkward.” Yasmin says.
“About what?” Aguacate smiles.
“I do think your words were hurtful, and not an accurate representation of the reality of the team.” Crayola purses her lips. “In fact, I was offended.”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh, really? Offended, huh? Well, I'm sorry if my honesty doesn't sit well with you, Crayola."
Crayola crosses her arms, adopting a stern expression. "It's not about honesty, Aguacate. It's about how you convey your thoughts. You were dismissive and disrespectful. As a member of this team, we should support and uplift each other, not tear each other down."
Aguacate smirks and leans back in her chair. "Oh, forgive me, Professor Crayola, for not sugarcoating my opinions. If you can't handle a little constructive criticism, maybe you're not cut out for this competition."
Crayola's eyes narrow. "This is not about handling criticism, Aguacate. It's about having basic respect and empathy for your fellow competitors. We're here to grow and improve, not belittle and undermine each other."
Aguacate rolls her eyes. "Please, spare me the lecture. I know what I said, and I stand by it. I was just being honest, and if that offends you, maybe you should take a look in the mirror and figure out why."
“Agua, this isn't about me. It's about our team.” Crayola turns to Cher, who shrugs.
“I’m just going to prepare for this lip sync.” Cher shrugs.
Cher Diseases: “I am an Eurovision fan, but this could be my second lip sync. I don’t want that. And I am certainly not arguing.”
The remaining racers eye each other.
Aguacate scoffs. "You act like you're the team captain or something. Who made you the moral authority here?"
“It’s okay, dear. I’m going to prepare.” Crayola rolls her eyes, walking off to the mirror.
“Didn’t expect her to be so frustrated.” Hideyoshi says.
“I’m great, you know? I am so fun, not frustrated, I’m just telling the truth.” Aguacate continues to laugh.
King Omari Star: “I am not a fan of Aguacate. She is… annoying.”
“Keeping it real.” Aguacate sings while fanning herself. “Keeping it real…. Ouu, I should have used that for my verse!”
“I want to say this.” Omari looks at Zazu and Granny. “I really… appreciated working with the two of you, this week. I think we did a good job.”
Zazu smiles warmly at Omari. "Thank you, Omari. I feel the same way.” Zazu blushes. “Like, this has been nice. I love my Haus, I love my drag and… I just want to do well.”
Granny nods in agreement. "Absolutely, darling. It was a pleasure working with both of you. Omari, your creativity and stage presence were truly inspiring. And Zazu, your attention to detail and dedication to the performance were outstanding."
Omari's icy exterior melts away, and he grins at his teammates. "Thank you both. Your words mean a lot to me. We may not have had the easiest time, but we made the best of it, and I believe that showed on stage. Together, we brought the energy and entertainment that the judges loved."
Zazu raises her glass. "To Dragtallica! No matter what the outcome, we can be proud of what we did."
Granny and Omari clink their glasses with Zazu's. "Cheers to that." Granny says, a gleam of pride in her eyes.
“...Can I join in this cute moment?” Hideyoshi laughs.
“Me too!” Yasmin runs over, and the five grin.
“I’m good.” Haja smiles.
The 3 safe Queens enter the werkroom.
“Oooh, cheering without us?” Jaslene smiles.
“Come!” Zazu waves.
Haja Hubiani: “I am seeing all this… positive energy, but it’s a little frustrating for me. Because I’m feeling like I am left behind, and others are getting away with floating on their natural talents.”
“Drinks, I love them!” Hideyoshi chuckles.
“Non-alcoholic ones for me!” Yasmin laughs, hugging Hideyoshi.
Haja Hubiani: “Hideyoshi.” Haja shrugs. “Point blank.”
“How are you going, girl?” Jaslene looks at Haja as she sits down.
Haja purses her lips. “Ready for the next challenge.”
“Same.” Jaslene nods. “You know, this is a pretty look.”
“It’s lovely.” Fiore smiles.
“Thank you.” Haja grins.
“One of the pretty girls…” Kunthea laughs. “Like us.”
Haja chuckles, sipping her drink.
…
“I’m happy we got to work together.” Crayola puts her hand on Cher’s shoulder. “I hope it isn’t us together..”
“I think it’s going to be one of us versus Aguacate, for sure.” Cher responds. “Realistically, me.”
“Who knows.” Crayola says. “It’s drag race- anything could happen.”
The two look at each other and hug.
“Good luck.” Cher grins.
“Good luck.” Crayola smiles.
~
Welcome back, racers. I’ve made some decisions.
Haja.
Hideyoshi.
Yasmin.
Well done this week… you’re safe.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi: “I am feeling GREAT.” Hideyoshi grins. “Let’s keep it up. I feel a win coming.”
Dragtallica.
This week, you showed us how to ROCK.
Condragulations, you are the winning team this week, and have all won the challenge… and $5000!
The three cheer.
King Omari Star: “Hell yes.” Omari grins. “I mean, this is… nice.”
…
…
…
…
Aguacate, you’re safe.
The others all look surprised, as Aguacate smiles with pride, “Thank you, mami.” Aguacate winks to the judges before leaving.
That means Crayola Boxx and Cher Diseases, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
**Everyway That I Can by Sertab starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRAjf9rFA58
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Crayola Boxx: “I didn’t expect to lip sync, but I am here to fight for it. Let’s do it.”
Cher Diseases: “This is my second time in the bottom. But I am the Eurovision fan here. There’s nothing in the world that’s gonna stop me, no sir! I’m giving my ALL!”
~
Next Time!
Racers, for this week’s challenge, it’s time to star in your own telenovelas, guided by our Season 3 Queen, La Marias!
Hideyoshi looks directly into the camera.
“I just have to say…” Yasmin closes her eyes. “Ugh, wrong word.”
Jaslene Bangus: “This girl is FUNNY. How can’t she act?!”
I didn’t expect to be doing this…
Zazu Nova gasps.
“VIVA LA MEXICO!” Aguacate screams.
~
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Race Information

• Name: Run Houston! Race Series - Clear Lake
• Date: May 21, 2023
• Distance: 10K
• Location: Clear Lake (just outside of Houston), Texas
• Strava: https://strava.app.link/O4tPajmxZzb
• Time: 48:46

Goals

Goal	Description	Completed?
A	Sub-50	Yes
B	PR (54:11 in training)	Yes
C	Complete w/o injuries	Yes

Splits

Mile	Time
1	7:37
2	7:42
3	7:50
4	7:56
5	8:00
6	8:07
0.21371	1:34

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KM	Time
1	4:43
2	4:44
3	4:49
4	4:53
5	4:54
6	4:58
7	4:58
8	4:57
9	5:01
10	4:49

Background

For background purposes, I've been consistently running since the start of 2022. At the beginning of the year, I started with 0 miles. I ran on/off in previous years, but I wanted to start run consistently. Throughout the year, I was building my base and slowly increased my mileage to about 30mpw by the end of the year.
In 2023, my friends and I decided to start a little running club and wanted to participate in races throughout the year. The ultimate goal for 2023 is to run in my first ever marathon in October. I decided to sign up for races throughout the year to keep myself accountable and help prepare for the marathon.
This Run Houston! Race Series is the third out of five races that occur throughout the year. In training, I've run several 10Ks, but I've never raced at a 10K distance (only 5Ks). So this is my 10K debut!

Training

By the beginning of the year, I'd been running about about 30mpw spread across 5-6 times a week. My weekly runs included 1-2 speed workouts, 1 long run, and the rest were easy mileage. In mid-February, I picked up a hip impingement injury that put me out for about 6 weeks. It took some time to recover, which means I went weeks without running. Towards the end of March, our club members wanted to register for the Texas Trail Running Festival (Half-marathon) that took place in June. I was already recovering, so I decided to come up with a training plan to prepare for the half marathon. Within that training block, this Run Houston 10K race was scheduled. I made my own training plan based off of some variations of Hal Higdon's Advanced Half Marathon Plan and Hanson's Advanced Marathon plan. I may be a little too ambitious with my training plans, but I want to challenge myself.
Since I had not been running much for a month, I needed to rebuild my mileage. In the process, I tried to recreate similar plan to what I was running before (5K training), but with more mileage for 10K and half marathon races. I made sure to include my previous types of runs - 1-2 speed workouts, 1 long run, and easy runs into my plan. So my plan looked something like this:

• Mondays - Interval Training / Hills (Alternate weekly between track/flat intervals and hills)
• Tuesdays - Easy Run
• Wednesday - Progressive/Tempo Runs (Alternate weekly)
• Thursdays - Rest Day / Stretching
• Fridays - Easy Run
• Saturday - Long Run
• Sunday - Recovery / Easy Run

I did this for about 8 weeks, which led to today's 10K race. I started around 17mpw and built my way up to peak at around 45mpw around week 7. Week 8 was my taper week to let my legs get some rest for the race. I actually have 2 more weeks on this training block, since this is actually part of a 10-week half-marathon training plan. I mostly followed my plan, but there definitely some days that did not go as planned. At the beginning of this training block, I was still recovering from my injury, so I took it pretty slow. Around week 3 or 4, I was pretty much recovered and picked up my mileage. Maybe a little too quickly, but I felt fine. Here's a copy of my actual training plan and notes throughout the last 8 weeks if anyone is interested. Feel free to comment on it and share any constructive criticism! I'm still learning and definitely have much to improve on!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1V_63GWc_JN-GGidplGcXvXt9Sh2Ck3g9gCYbMCdyVKU/edit#gid=579634830

Pre-Race

The race started at 8:00AM, so I wanted to get an early breakfast in and also used the bathroom. I'll usually wake up at 5AM, have some coffee, toast some mini bagels (add some apple butter and sriracha mayo. Don't judge me lol I like sweet and savory at the same time), and fry some eggs. I was able get rid of the extra weight afterwards and was ready for the race.
We headed down to the location of the race and had about an hour to steadily warm-up. It was pretty much a perfect overcast morning. It has been getting really hot and humid in Houston, but it was a nice 70ish degrees F.

Race

The race started at 8:00AM, right on time. All of the 5K and 10K runners lined up in the same line. I was very happy that the 10K route had split off onto a different route around 2 miles into the race, instead of having to loop the 5K route twice. The course itself was nice and flat, so it was a perfect place to try and PR. I hopped into the 8min/mi corral since that was my goal pace for the race (no pacers unfortunately).
Mile 1: I definitely started the race off strong. There were some people standing in the 7min/mi sections, but were not running that fast. So I had a lot of weaving to do to get around them. At some point, one of my friends snuck up behind me and cheered me on. He was a little late to the starting line and was running the 5K race, so he zipped on by (~6:40min/mi pace). My adrenaline told me to chase after him, so I chased him for a minute. Ultimately, I gave up because I knew I'd kill myself trying to run after him.
Mile 2-4: I started to settle into my goal pace and really found my rhythm for these miles. The 10K runners split onto a separate path, so it was nice to have more room on the road. I was feeling really great for these couple of miles. It could be attributed to rested legs, maybe using my race shoes (Endorphin Pro 3), or maybe not running in the middle of the hot ass afternoon lol. I wish my splits were a little more consistent, but it was fine. On the way, I was able to see and cheer on some of the other club members in our group. I like to go out of my way to be loud and embarrassing haha, but it's all good fun. It helps me to have support, so I like to cheer on and support everyone else too.
Mile 5-6: This was right around the time where the 10K split-off reconnected to the 5K route, which led back to the starting/finish line. Around mile 5, I started seeing a fall-off of runners who were running around the same paces as me. Myself included. I started running a little more by myself, which made me feel like I was slowing down. I tried so hard to keep up the pace as much as I could, but I was struggling hard. At the start of mile 6, my breathing started to get erratic. Controlling it was painful. Then, I head someone say "Let's go, d_mantecadas!!". I ran right past a couple of friends that were walking the 5K. That was all the motivation I needed. All I could do was put my thumb up and say "Ughghhh". I took a couple of deep breathes to reset myself and picked it back up again for the last 10 minutes of the race
Last stretch (0.21ish miles): For the last stretch, I turned a corner and could see the finish line in site. My friend who had passed me at mile 1 was already done with his 5K, so he was there to cheer me on at last leg of the race. I picked it up and finished as fast as I could. As I crossed the finish line, I saw that I had PR'd and broken my goal of sub-50! I tried to remember to smile as I crossed the line because the photographers from the last few races had captured my dead-as-fuck face.

Post-Race

I walked over to the finisher's table and chugged down some water and grabbed my medal. Not bad for my 10K race debut! I gave it my all and didn't think I could do much better, so I'm pretty happy with the results. For some reason, my bib # and results are not showing up on the race website. I have a friend who had the same issue. We sent the race website an email, but we'll see. Luckily I have my garmin and strava apps with the recorded run as proof. And I'm sure the camera man picked up my ugly running face as I was dying across the finish line.
I think my training plan has been mostly helpful, but also brutal on some days. I just bought a couple of books on marathon planning/training, so I'll probably follow along some of those ideas, and tailor them to my needs.
I'm so thankful for my friends who were able to cheer me on and support me throughout the race. I don't think I would have done as well without them. Crowd support is such a good morale booster! I'll always remember that when I'm running with others. I'm definitely excited for my races throughout the rest of the year!