1st Act | Video | Open to both Courts; Evening of the Feast

[fabulosa]

[Oh. My. God. She's in hell. She has to be - that's the only explanation. The biggest question is why because as far as she's concerned, she hasn't done anything to deserve this. At the urging of the tiny, creepy creatures, she'd made a pass through the feast before quickly deciding a big nope on that.

She doesn't mingle.

Even if the food smelled amazing. Instead, she settled back in her rooms, a tray of some of the selections in front of her on the large bed as the imps parade some wardrobe choices in front of her. She has her makeup and hair products scattered around her, dress tucked underneath her. She'd spent about 10 minutes scaring a few of the imps into submission, finding them not to be too bad once they stopped biting. They weren't Boi, but they'd have to do for now - desperate times called for desperate measures. She's even let one of them hold her Tiffany bracelet. See? She can totally play nice with others.

The locket pans the explosion of fabric in her very nice bedroom, along with the growing pile of 'nopes'. She has them add one more to it as a dress is shown to her, a bark of laughter followed by a shake of her head, before focusing on the locket the imp was currently holding. She takes a sip of the wine they'd brought up as well before giving her best smile.]

So, war. That's a thing. Not really sure why I was brought here. I mean, like, I've got super important stuff I need to be doing back home. I have an epic last summer before college to figure out with my brother, put my finishing touches on my 10-step plan to be on Broadway, and pick and design my college apartment. I don't have time to deal with this extra drama or this color scheme. Ew. I mean, hello... Dark, gloomy shades are so not meant for my skin tone.

[She gives another thumbs down at the clothes before giving an exasperated sigh.]

Speaking of. Clothing. Money isn't an issue. [She pulls her wallet out of her pink Prada tote, letting the plastic card holder tumble out in an impressive display. Most of the credit cards are pink, created specially for her, except for the black American Express.] Designer labels are a definite bonus.

[There's a little squeak from one of the imps, reminding her of something important.]

Right. I'm Sharpay, by the way. [It was weird thinking there were people here that didn't know who she was. It's okay, though, that'd be changing real soon.] And I guess that's it for now.

Ok... Toodles! [And with that she gives a little wave of her hand, the imp shutting the locket quickly after.]

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[winterwork]

[Oh. Girls like this existed in the Drabwurld too, huh? Jack's just squinting at the image, biting his tongue on all the things he could comment on, holding back laughter, before he just picks something.]

Don't ever use the word "toodles" again. It might get you killed in a place like this.

[Just for being a really tacky word.]

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[fabulosa]

Oh my god. What?

[Guess who doesn't like to be told what not to do...]

Are people allergic to awesome words?

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[greenies]

[ y'know, this is the second person thomas has seen who's said something like this, and so one little sentence of this entire post is what catches his eye. ]

What's Broadway?

[ and the first person who mentioned it gave a really bad explanation. something about WICKED? ]

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[fabulosa]

[W H A T? Oh, you sweet summer child... This is like Troy with Julliard all over again. She takes a cleansing breath, giving a small shake of her head.]

Only like the mecca of the theatre world. It's where the best of the best perform and where stars are born.

[She's exaggerating, but. Details.]

How have you not heard of Broadway? Do you live under a rock?

[Sharpay, no.]

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[playmakings]

Sharpay?!

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[fabulosa]

Kelsi, you're here! [Yay...ish. It's not Troy, but better Kelsi than Gabriella.]

Is this place crazy or what? [She's gonna start small, build up to what she really wants to know - if Kelsi's been working on any new songs. Priorities.]

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[tacticalturtleneck]

Hello Sharpay. You're totally hot and I'd bang you. Please say you're 18 or over or this could get awkward quick.

.....and I really need to work on my pickup lines.

not here omfg

[playmakings]

also not here

[choreographics]

[And somewhere in the distance Ryan is busy laughing his ass off like the loving, supportive brother he is. Thank you Archer, please continue.]

video; dsklfjsdalfk perfect

[fabulosa]

[Uh.] Thanks, I guess? [A compliment is a compliment.] And yeah... I am, but you're so not my type.

Seriously though, if I'm gonna be on Broadway in 5 years - I can't be tied down.

[Sh-Sharpay, no...]

[muscovy]

You should not call people "toddlers", that is very rude, yes?

[fabulosa]

Toodles, not toddlers. Like, 'okay, love ya bye!' - Toodles. It's totes adorbs.

[commandertoolbelt]

[ This whole display has Leo kind of skeptical. He's known rich kids before, and while some of them are brats, most of them have been pretty awesome - like Rachel and Piper. This, though? This is just ridiculous. It's like the old high school stereotype came alive, right before his very eyes.

And then she introduces himself, and his whole face lights up in recognition, of a sort. ]

Oh, you're Sharpie! Ryan told me about you.

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[fabulosa]

Excuse me? It's Sharpay not Sharpie! I am a person, not a stupid pen you mo-

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[sangilak]

[ what are those plastic things... does she think those are money? ]

Those... won't work here.

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[fabulosa]

What? American Express is accepted everywhere. [D U H!]

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[survivra]

I don't know why anyone would bring you here for war, either.

[ SH-SHE MEANS IT IN A CARING WAY

SORT OF ]

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[fabulosa]

[Don't worry, it's gonna go riiiiiiiiight over her head.]

I know, right? I mean like I am so not the fighting type. [At least not with physical weapons] I know I'm talented, but I don't even see a stage, let alone a full theatre. If I'm expected to perform I have certain standards that need to be met.

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[wolvering]

[The girl on screen has hair white as snow, and is dressed in brown and green tunic and breeches, probably looking like someone right out of a renaissance fair. She smiles sweetly but there's more than a little bit of mischief twinkling behind the smile.

Kerras save her from spoiled nobles, and what are those pink things this girl is so certain will get her whatever she wishes? Well, they've all got something similar on them from what Pod can see, so perhaps they're a family crest of some sort. This girl wouldn't be the first to thrust about her family's good name in order to get something she wanted and didn't have the actual coin for.]

Well, Lady Sharpay, there might well be a collector that would trade those for a dress or two. A shame your family didn't have them gilded; they might fetch silk then.

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[fabulosa]

[Trippy.

Seriously, this entire place is trippy. Like she'd fallen down the rabbit hole only worse. And ohmygod Lady Sharpay... Excuse her while her ego fills the room.]

Oh, no - these are for trade. Each of these has like an insane line of credit. I'm pretty sure I could buy a small country with these.

[Sharpay pls.]

Why would I have them gilded? I mean, yeah it'd look cool but, I can't use them if they're covered in gold. [DUH] It would totally deactivate the strip on the back and that would be horrible.

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[paidto]

[ For a while, all Jake can do is look down at the camera in front of him. He's trying to figure out if he'd really just seen that, if a girl like that had really been dragged into this war because really? What's she going to do, throw hairbrushes at anyone who attacks her until they back off?

God, this place just keeps getting weirder. ]

So what are you gonna do out there in this war, blondie? Bore people to death while talkin' about your dance moves?

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[fabulosa]

[All the hairbrushes ever, and maybe a shoe if it's a total emergency.]

Oh my god, you actually expect me to fight? [Ha ha ha ha ha ha... No.] Also, my brother is the dancer, not me. I mean I can dance but I'm more of a leading lady myself.

Also I just got this manicure done so if anyone thinks I am going to be sacrificing it, they've got another thing coming. [Since who knows how long it'll be before she can get another. Cuticle care is srs business, okay?]

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[benumbing]

Were you named after a breed of dog?

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[fabulosa]

[RUDE! But totally true]

Blame my parents. I didn't pick it, I just rock it. Besides, once I'm famous I'm totally gonna have a stage name.

video; several hours later i.e. after everybody else's threads

[choreographics]

[Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Deep breaths.

...ahahaha. Aha.

Shit.

Okay. So. So he really ought to learn how to shut up sometimes because it's evident to him that his words to Kelsi are biting him right in the ass. "No one's going to show up because I didn't ask them to." It's unfortunate that a few days ago Ryan had the stupid, idle thought about how he wished Sharpay were here just because he wanted some sort of normalcy and suddenly...

...this. This was seriously not what he had in mind and from the moment she said "so, war" he knew it was his twin. Weren't they supposed to have some freaky sensor thing to know the other was nearby? In all seriousness though he knew better than to respond to her right away. Part of it was just to give Sharpay incentive to deal with other people because he recognizes the fact she'll need allies, but the other? Well the other part is just because he thinks it's pretty hilarious to watch her freak out sometimes. Normalcy.

When the video feed clicks on it reveals a bedroom almost nearly identical to hers but instead of the doom and gloom of the Unseelie castle his reflects the brightness of Caer Glaem. While Sharpay's dealing with imps, Ryan's lounging on his bed with a plate of cake on his stomach and a fairy resting in his hair, locket dangling above his face before he finally speaks up. This, apparently, is a new kind of normal.]

Having fun?

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[fabulosa]

Ryan! Oh my god, where are you!??!?!!!?! And no, I'm not. This place is horrifying.

[She whispers leaning into the locket.]

Did you know this place doesn't accept credit cards? Also, horses? Ryan. [She gives a little flail as though he's gonna be able to fix it.]

These imps also don't know what a non-fat no foam soy latte is. I'm in hell.

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[bolincredible]

[ WHERE TO BEGIN. ]

Okay, well. Hi, first of all. I'm Bolin, it's nice to meet you. I mean, the circumstances are never exactly great, with the war and everything, but it's still nice-ish. And I'm sorry to hear about your... skin tone shades. [ smh the world today, nobody makes any sense. ]

Yeahhh, so you might need to look into what your money's good for in this world? Like, I had a little from home in my pocket when I got here, and it turned out that I couldn't use it to buy anything. Or trade for anything, which I guess is kind of the same general idea as buying stuff. You might just have some, uh. Some very cool little pink decorations there. Ooh, or bookmarks! I bet they'd make some great bookmarks.

video; NOPE come be her #1 fan

[fabulosa]

[She's just gonna pout for a little while because finally someone isn't telling her how screwed she is in ridiculously rude terms. And he seemed sincere, especially about her skin tone compatibility issues.

Finally, someone who at least gets it or can fake it well enough.]

I'm not turning my credit cards into bookmarks. I'll just - [UGH] - I'll find another way. I- I'll perform or something. I don't know. I haven't gotten that far yet. [With her brother being in the other court and the whole war thing, well.

It's nice to meet you too, Bolin, really. She's just /sigh.]

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[aliased]

[ just... what.]

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[fabulosa]

[She's just gonna stare right back.

What what.]