☆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

[spokethetruth]

It is...in part.

[He smiles a little in return to her catching his eyes.]

I just can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something important.

[oceantier]

People . . . sometimes seem to cry for a lot of reasons. Not always just because they're sad.

[There's a smile, very small, in return -- something in the back of her mind is pleased at being able to elicit that kind of response.]

I'm not sure everyone would agree with me . . . we're supposed to be cautious.

But I think you should talk to him. Even if it's bad . . . isn't it better to see him?

If it were you . . . wouldn't you want that too?

[spokethetruth]

[He crosses his arms around his chest, sighing.]

If this goes how we're hoping...I'll have all the time in the world to talk to him. As it is, it's hard to say if he misses me or dreads me.

[oceantier]

[Looking a little doubtful over here.] That could be a long time from now.

And . . . it seems to bother you now.

[She does notice that he never answered the question.]

[spokethetruth]

[That's because he has no idea. He laughs frailly.]

Plenty of things bother me, but...I know full well there will be no solution unless I bide my time and be as wise in my actions as I can. There is too much resting on my shoulders to be reckless.

[oceantier]

[Signless, you make no sense to Lapis . . . but then again, "reckless" can sometimes be par for the course for her. She doesn't agree with him, but. She watches him for a long moment.]

[Then reaches out to touch his hand. Folded against his chest, she can't slide her fingers into it, but . . . she rests them there against his wrist, grip tightening gently.]

[spokethetruth]

[It surprises him for a moment, but then his smile deepens, his fingers twining around her in return. His skin is still extraordinarily warm, even through the glamour.]

Thank you, Lapis.

[oceantier]

[It's something that she's learned from both J and Steven -- that sometimes something as simple as a touch can be both help and comfort . . . a solidity that keeps the world in focus. Her own palm is quite cool in comparison to his, tempering the heat of his.]

[She nods.] If I can help, I will.

[spokethetruth]

I appreciate the offer.

[He says it with a small exhale, as if releasing tension.]

If I can think of a way I'll let you know...otherwise, the best I can do is stick to the plan.

[He's quiet for a moment, and then:]

How are things with Steven fairing?

[oceantier]

[Her eyes slip away at that, her fingers starting to pull back.]

He's . . . back. At Pride.

He went back on his own.

He's . . . fine.

[spokethetruth]

[Signless looks uncertain. This story has been a bit hard to follow at times.]

Is that bad...or good?