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eachdraidh2015-01-28 10:36 pm
fabulosa) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-28 10:36 pm
1st Act | Video | Open to both Courts; Evening of the Feast
[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.]
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.]
video.
Nah, too much effort.]
Caer Scima. [At least she thinks that one. She pans the locket around her rooms.] The creepy gloom and doom one that's allergic to pastels.
video.
she's here? okay. this could be super dangerous and bad and he could probably die, if this girl's a WICKED agent. ]
I'll meet you in the bailey. It's the courtyard in the center of the castle. Can't miss it.
[ --but because he's thomas, he's gonna do it anyway. #yolo ]
video....................... > amazing action
Alright. I'll head down and meet you there.
[Because a lot of things were worth doing in the name of Musical Theatre. She closes the locket and heads down, a flurry of pink tulle and loud stilettos.
She also may or may not be humming popular as she makes her way to the bailey. Finally, someone who wasn't doom and gloom - or that's what she at least thinks.]
this thread is my everything
even if they're so pink.
when he spots her across the bailey, thomas definitely visibly tenses, but he does wave and push himself off of the wall he was leaning on. ] Hey.
Drabwurld isn't ready for this thread
So, eh.
Hands raise in the air to wave, too excited to care about tension because Wicked!!!!!!!!]
HI! Ok, so I figure we should probably do this back up in my rooms, otherwise if there's like a stage around here, that'd be perfect. We've got A LOT to cover.