☆TRACK IIX: BETTER TO PRETEND PT. 2

[interdimanagers]

Who: Royals, Heroes, and Rebels.
What: Hit gameshow series “Fairy Trial” is celebrating one of its anniversaries, and it’s invited you onboard. Check out the OOC post for IC match ups!
When: March 21st.
Where: Sevetop Entertainment’s studio.
Warnings: Mingle log mystery bag.

“Every prince is a fantasy, The witch is inside of me. Her poison will wash away the memory.” ☆BETTER TO PRETEND The day has finally come for Fairy Trial filming to begin! No matter if they’ve arrived by limo or taken the bus, everyone involved gets star treatment as the makeup and costume departments go wild with the models they’ve been given. At least Sevetop has good accomodations. While it’s a chaotic and crowded scene, everyone still manages to fit in the two buildings Sevetop has dedicated for Fairy Trial’s purposes in this area. It’s one of the only points today that anyone will have a chance to everyone else. After all, once everyone involved in a particular challenge is done with, they’re hurried out the door and to their particular destination. Every challenge has a different area it takes place in, after all. For some pair ups, they’ll find themselves merely being escorted to another set on Sevetop’s huge property. Others will find themselves being escorted to some very classy transportation and taken outside of Vista City to special obstacle courses that simply wouldn’t fit anywhere else. On the bright side, once the actual filming is done no matter the location, the crew involved seems to relax considerably. Whether they’ve done great or not, Heroes and Royals are treated to dinner and a change out of their costumes. Good job, everyone. “We kill the lights and put on a show. It's all a lie, but you'd never know. The star will shine, And then it will fall, And you will forget it all.”

Comments

[intohell]

[Oh poor thing, she'd feel bad about it except...no.]

I guess we were just really in sync.

[Or someone's competitive nature kicked in and reminded him how to work with her. They've done it for long enough that muscle memory alone should have been enough.]

[sharktrash]

Sure looked like it. So how was he?

[ ??? Who even knows what he's trying to ask. ]

[intohell]

[She's going to patiently ignore the possible direction of that question and go with the most obvious.]

Weren't you watching?

[sharktrash]

Sure. I didn't see your feelings and impressions that well from all the way over there though.

[intohell]

He did a good job considering the whole being a musician thing. And I suppose I got lucky that he didn't decide to join the other side of the fight.

[It's not like she can tell him it was perfectly normal and right since she was supposed to be fighting at Roy's side. Or rather, protecting his back although he always had hers as well.]

[sharktrash]

Now that's more like it! [ Sounds like they hit it off mutually then. Great news. Not that he really cares or anything, but this is just as amusing as Roy's love life is sad and barren. ] So. You guys fucking yet?

[intohell]

[She should have expected that.]

That is none of your business.

[So no.]

[sharktrash]

So yes.

[ If she doesn't move away, he'll reach out to pat her on the back. Maybe he's already drunk, maybe he's shitting with them because the topic obviously seems to make her uncomfortable. Or stern, whichever. ]

Never thought that kind of joyless guy could be a chick magnet, but then you must kinda hate fun too, don't you? Anyway, I'm happy for you.

[intohell]

[She's a woman from the early 1900s--it makes her very uncomfortable. That and the whole believing she needs to make up for things before she can be happy bit.]

Some of us don't need to rely on external means for fun. Or to make us tolerable to other people.

[sharktrash]

[ Wow that definitely sucks. What kind of things could need making up for that badly? And please don't say dead people because they're hilarious and only their shitty relatives care about them. ]

...okay, I take that back. You don't even know what it is, do you. Even for a dumb game you'll need cards. That's external means. Or are you saying your only hobby is daydreaming?

[intohell]

[Giving a secret to a man you trusted most so that he becomes a weapon of genocide against the people it was supposed to help? It's complicated.

Also glaring so hard right now.]

You know what I meant. [Unless that drink is really that strong and then her point stands even more so.] And no, I have other hobbies.

[sharktrash]

[ Wow if you like him that much just help him commit the genocide. See? Simple. ]

Is glaring one of them? [ Nah, he's not intimidated. ]

[intohell]

Only when someone deserves it.

[Better that than through a scope.]

[sharktrash]

Ah, so righteous. You'd probably be one of those straight-laced good guys in a movie, yeah? They still get tail, you know.

[ Somehow he seems really invested in the possibility of Riza and Roy banging. Hey, it's been a slow evening. ]

[intohell]

[How has Roy not set him on fire yet? Must not remember all of that yet.]

You're impossible.

[And if she's lucky he's also forgetful because she has every intention of fulfilling her promise of a favor, she just doesn't want to at this point. So forget this as well--she's getting up to leave.]

Thanks for the number. Congratulations on the win. Good luck for the next one.

[sharktrash]

[ To be fair, he probably hasn't been grilling Roy about it as much. The wonders of sexism? Clearly he should get on it if he wants them to get anywhere. ]

And yet here I am... in the flesh.

[ eyebrow waggle ]

[ ...yeah he's probably long forgotten about that, though he just might remember it if he's ever in an actual pinch and she's around, who knows. ]

Hey, you too.

[ He's in a good enough mood so he'll let her leave if she wants to without harassing her more. ]

[intohell]

[He really should.

And no, she is over this and walking away without a backward glance.]