Aiwei hurried about the dressing room with a cigarette holder precariously trapped between his fingers. He waved it about in frustration. "Where is my Frank-N-Furter?!"

His red ascot is neatly folded under his collar. The heavy suede suit jacket is making him hot.

"We can't do the show without Frank," he lamented, the rest of his cast staring nervously. Aiwei rubbed his temples so firmly the skin got pale, then let out a fierce sigh.

Just then Kuvira came barreling through the doors, hopping on one foot, pulling up her fishnets.

"I'm here. I'm here." Opal is right behind her fluffing her curls and straightening the sequenced corset. "I would have been on time but Opal insisted on blowing out my hair."

Aiwei tapped his foot, displeased but impressed with the likeness. "Let's get to our places."

Baatar Jr. didn't like theatre, or whatever the hell you called this production, but he suffered through it because Kuvira asked. It was really cold in the dressing room with just gold briefs and gold boots on. He was relieved when Wing and Wei made their way over.

The twins make quick work of cocooning him in white wrappings like a mummy. "Can you breathe bro," Wei asked.

"Not really," Baatar mumbled. They didn't hear him, so they high fived and ran off to help the rest of the crew.

Eska and Desna were almost unrecognizable as Riff Raff and Magenta, but their signature hollow expressions made them all the more fit for the roles. Bolin was busy making motorcycle noises, excited for his role as Eddie. Aiwei had reservations about that casting...

but Bolin was the only one big enough to fit the leather vest costume.

Mako stole a kiss from Wu before wishing him good luck and heading back to the auditorium. "Looking good Wu," Bolin sang. He was shocked to his brother's boyfriend

sporting a gaudy gold top hat and colorfully bedazzled bustier. "Uhhh who are you again?"

Wu scoffed and flipped his hands into the air to present his character, which he was very proud of, "I'm Columbia!"

"Oh," Bolin replied. He barely remembered the script.

Asami had a million questions about her character. "She's a virgin" she asked in whisper, making Korra laugh louder than she should have. She shoved her wide framed glasses up the bridge of her nose and shook her head amusedly. "Yes, Sami. Maybe you should run lines with Baatar."

Then the whole theatre got dark and the applause could be heard from back stage. Aiwei began his monologue as the criminologist. "I would like, if I may?"

"You may not," the audience responded.

And so began another Zaofu production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Ugh
*sequins
**to see

Yes! This thread is Liz’s fault!