[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]

[ Nope, nope, nope. Saki is thoroughly ignoring the reindeer games. Instead, she's invaded someone's office, put her feet up on the desk and started flipping through one of the fashion magazines strewn about. Acknowledging others will only happen if she feels like it. ]

[neverforgets]

[ Done with his own magazine perusal, back to snooping. Oh hey, there's an open office--

That's occupied. Hm. ]

You work here, man?

[sank]

[ Saki lowers her magazine to get a look at the person speaking to her.

She raises it up again. ]

No, I'm -- part of the office. I'm a lamp.

[neverforgets]

[ Oh, pretty girl. Grins. ]

Guess that's why you're so bright, huh?

[sank]

[ A corner of the magazine bends back and she makes a face at him over it. It's not an entirely off-put face, but her nose wrinkles with a decided lack of amusement. ]

[neverforgets]

[ He is definitely used to that. At least she didn't kick him in the head like Gramps would have. ]

[ Big grin. ]

I've got better puns, if you didn't like that one.

[sank]

[ Her lips twitch. It's not a smile, shut up. ]

Hey, uh, weird question but... where are we?

[neverforgets]

[ Oho, so you don't work here. Not that he actually doubted. ]

No clue. Someplace that's long after I'm dead an' buried.

There guys with "cameras" following you around too? [ Peeks out into the hallway. Yup, they're still there. ]

[cleanedslate]

[ he could go for some nope right about now.

he's used to cameras and they obviously come with the car around here, so even though he could duck them easily enough he doesn't bother. instead, he drags the cameraman like a pet, talking cheerfully to the guy over his shoulder ]

If I promise I'm not going to cry in the bathroom, are you still going to follow me, you know. Just to make sure?

[ he knocks on her door as he passes it, the way he's been knocking on every other one, and this time he calls in ]

Housekeeping!

[sank]

[ The door is half open, but the only light in the office comes from the window. She's probably damaging her eyes on the magazine.

The call makes her press her lips together against the threat of a smile, but she doesn't raise her head. ] Hooker! We'll be done in six hours. [ (There's no one in there with her.) ]

[cleanedslate]

[ paaaaause. congratulations on that, Saki. then he turns and gives the camera a cheerful look ]

Wow, we are way more fun here than I would've guessed. Do they take referrals?

[sank]

Not in your dreams, old man.

[ She flips the page. ]

[cleanedslate]

[ that gets a laugh, short, and then he says ]

Actually, I can dream of literally anything. But I'll try to restrain myself. Out of concern for your delicate sensibilities.

[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.

[cleanedslate]

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

[cocooned]

[She's infiltrated the office, but what she meant not realize to begin with is that there's someone already in there.

Tucked in the corner, amidst a pile of open magazines, Yuuki shifts in her sleep.]

[sank]

[ ...

Saki grabs the closest loose sheet of paper, crushes it into a sizeable paper ball, and tosses it at Yuuki's head. ]

[cocooned]

[She shifts...! But doesn't quite wake up yet to that either. She's a sound sleeper she is.]

[everwalking]

[Allen peers into the room -- he was looking for someone in charge -- and she doesn't look like someone who is in charge, although appearances can be deceiving, but she is reading a fashion magazine, so. sheepishly]

Are those educational, by any chance? I think I may need to... brush up.

[sank]

[ Saki sets her feet flat on the floor to lean forward on the desk, peering around Allen. When she sees he hasn't been followed by a cameraman, she brightens for him. ]

They've got pictures. [ She flips it around to show him what apparently passes for fashion. ] Keep the camera freaks out of here and you can paint the room for all I care.

[everwalking]

[he peers behind him as well and closes the door before sliding closer to see that picture better, because surely it's a vision problem that's making it look so--]

[urk]

...I thought... Is this a costume? I thought we were meant to be engaging in some sort of fashion... contest.

[sank]

It's a dress. Actually — [ Saki tilts her head, giving him a quick look of appraisal. He's a bit odd looking, but far from the weirdest she's seen. ] I think it'd look great on you. Are you the one modeling?

1/2

[everwalking]

[he laughs a little] Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've dressed as a clown. [and let's be real, that's what that is. that is a couture clown costume]

But no, I'm not the model.

[everwalking]

I'm the judge.

[eyes wide. how weird is that, right? he has to judge other people's style]

[sank]

[ Her lips twitch and press together, and it becomes quite obvious she's trying hard not to laugh. After a moment, her gaze is more sympathetic. ]

You should look at it like this. They're totally at your mercy. [ She thinks. Truth be told, Saki neither knows nor cares what the intricacies of this game are. She leans forward, taking a more hushed, conspiratorial tone. ] Think you can get one of them to bring us a pizza?