[Mingle]

[randomly_modding]

[So you're in the studio and the camera crew has instructed your characters to break into your teams to discuss 1) the client's personal fashion comfort zone and preferences, and 2) how to give them the Stylecation makeover they obviously need, while 3) working in the episode theme of "animal".]

[Or that's what you're supposed to be talking about, to obey the host.]

[Please don't mind the cameras focused on you at all times, even following you to the snack table to grab coffee and danishes and donuts. But feel free to crash one of the other team mingles!]

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[sank]

[ The magazine finally drops on the desk as she leans forward on her elbows. If he's not gotten a peek at her before, he'll get it now -- indignant expression and all. ]

My sensibilities are so far from delicate. Seriously. Get a map.

[sank]

[ She was just in hell. This has three square meals and a roof. It feels more like heaven to Saki, even if she doesn't say that.

His introduction gets a smile, but she's in no hurry to reciprocate it. ] So do you really only have one eye?

[neverforgets]

[ Laughs. He sits up a little more properly. ]

Nice t'meet you, Pepper. You ever seen anything like this before?

[waytobreakithero]

[ Can't help but think Isabela would eat this girl alive. And that's a very pretty picture--

But back to the situation at hand. She sets her cup aside and moves to perch on the arm of a chair. ]

Well, plenty of time to do that, if our captors have anything to say about it. What do you like to wear, then?

[waytobreakithero]

[ Exasperated, she sees someone who looks like she's familiar with this place. ]

Do you see anything that resembles tea? Or hard liquor?

[justpicksomething]

[ Yippee! No yippees. Jake Lloyd ruined it for everyone. Awwwww. ]

I know that's what I always say!

So. [ he stretches a little, sets his hands on his hips! ] Come here often?

[ Smoooooth. ]

[inflorescere]

[Coffee makes her happy, as does that offer, and so she nods. ♥] Please.

It seems some are more out of their element than others in this surrounding, as in the last one... [Kind of unnervingly weird, and she doesn't really know what to think of this studio place other than the fact that some dudes in the pirate crew might think it's cool.] I'm Robin. It's a pleasure.

[devilfearsnada]

[OH MY GOD NO]

Deadpool. [great, the idiot's talking to the voices in his head again.] You were in a hurry to get away last time. [keeping it vague for the cameras.] We should pick up where we left off. When you have the time, of course.

[he's using that pleasant voice of his that he only really uses when he's majorly ticked off.]

[buymorelifer]

[ Sighs. He doesn't want to show favoritism, but he doesn't want to make anyone feel bad! ]

Do you know anything about being a stylist?

[neverforgets]

[ Pours her a cup and offers it to her. Then grabs one for himself. ]

Yeah, the last one wasn't too bad... [ He doesn't know about the volcano. ] Neither's this one, I guess. Weird as it is. [ Nudges the plate of pastries toward her, but avoids them, himself. ]

Nice t'meet you, Robin.

[neverforgets]

[ If he ever gets a canon update, his idea of hell will be re-evaluated. ]

Yup. Sacrificed it to a panda in return for knowledge. [ Completely nonchalant. Though, he did notice she didn't give her name, too. ]

[sank]

[ She's assuming he's being glib, but is also taking his words at face value. If he wants to worship fuzzy panda bears, well. It's a little adorable. Only a little. ]

Oh, yeah, and just last week I was teaching a pile of sentient meat about morality.

[ She'll see your unexpectedly true non-sequitur and raise you, Lavi. ]

[promisebreaker]

[ peter looks pained. he doesn't know what a fashion comfort zone is, but the stylists are scaring him. ]

If this is what you call 'working out', I'm not sure I want to see when something doesn't work out.

[Team 1]

[promisebreaker]

[ peter is deeply uncomfortable with this whole thing. he has no idea what a makeover consists of, or why the girl they're supposed to make over needs a makeover. she looks fine to him. he's just going to hover in the background, watching and trying to figure a way out of this until someone forces him to cope. ]

[howbigcanitbe]

[ hellboy is taking the opportunity to drink a ton of coffee (probably not wise) and eat as much as he possibly can. he's paying very little attention to the cameras. ]

Makes me wonder when they're going to take it away. [ to no one in particular ]

Can I get a beer 'round here?

[justpicksomething]

[ okay just checking. that is way too high up on the search results when you google us! ]

Um.

[ What is he talking about? He sounds piiiiiissed. Did we do something to him? We would remember doing something like this. IT'S A TRAP! ]

Okay!

[cleanedslate]

Did I just hurt the feelings of the girl who identified herself as a hooker?

[cleanedslate]

Am I the only one who was really hoping for an open bar?

[inflorescere]

[Takes just the cup for now, drinking slowly.]

Mm, it was at least something I'm more familiar with, admittedly... But for now, we must manage regardless, I suppose.

1/2

[cleanedslate]

[ right there with you! ]

Doubt it. This isn't that kind of reality TV show. [ he squints questionably at the cameraman, but the cameraman doesn't respond. ]

[cleanedslate]

[ 3... 2... ]

--So, not to be racist, but where are you from?

[cleanedslate]

I've had them. [ sometimes bent over tables! ] Something about telling other people what to wear and how to look.

[sizing]

[She'd hoped, with the change in setting, with all the looking around she's doing in the studio and whatever other areas were accessible... Cassie hoped she could have still found him. But Scott Lang wasn't anywhere she looked, small or not. He wasn't there.]

[So despite herself, and knowing the cameras (and any one else from the teams) are there to catch it and see it, embarrassing or not--for just a moment she can't help but crumble a little. To just be sad, bite back curses, and miss him.]

Dad... [Damn it.]

[sizing]

[Notices how he seems to hang back and can't say she totally blames him. Hell, maybe she'd been rather hovering herself, not one especially conscious of... creative things like this particular task enough to feel more than inadequate.]

Are you okay?

[subdueme]

[Zero doesn't even pick out his own clothes so how anyone expects him to help dress someone else is about the most laughable thing he's heard.

Except jewelry. He can do jewelry.]

Have we even decided on a specific animal yet?

[Maybe he can at least keep the people who might be able to do something focused.]