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Jul. 29th, 2013 09:23 am
[personal profile] randomly_modding
randomly_modding: mod post (Default)
[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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Jun. 17th, 2013 08:20 pm
[personal profile] inflorescere
inflorescere: (full ❁ green bit)
[Well, this certainly doesn't look like the island she was on before, that's for sure. Anyone around scavenging or trying to find their way around might notice the newly-arrived Robin with her sunglasses propped out of the way as she uses a pair of binoculars pulled out from her bag to scope out the surrounding areas. Not quite yet wandering past into the jungles, she lingers at the outskirts close to the beaches but noting things of the depths and mountains at first glance, at least.]

Hmm.

[Occasionally, she reaches back and opens a notebook, makes a few notes of these observations, then returns to quietly wandering. Keeping an eye out for her companions but finding no sign of them either...]

The iron bridge is gone, and there is no longer any sight of the fighting fish. No ship wreckage, track marks or anything close to the same large plants of the Green Bit forest.

How strange.

[Stopping some distance away from the shore, she finally puts the binoculars away, bag slung over her shoulder. Robin fixes her glasses back down and frowns behind them, now examining the communicator.]

By all evidence, it is an entirely different place. I can't make contact with them...

[It doesn't seem right. She'll spend the rest of her time tinkering around with the device, to figure out its use past the instructions on the display. Even for someone who usually keeps her cool when waking up in strange places, this is definitely something else, man.]
[personal profile] ijustlovethat
ijustlovethat: (imagine my surprise)
[there was an arena like this once. ten, eleven years ago? there were horrible sand-dwelling snake muttations on an isolated chunk of beach, and the tides grew worse and worse with every passing day. naturally, the victor had been from District Four, and Effie's tributes -- she couldn't help but think of them as hers, even though it made it difficult to watch them die -- hadn't made it past the first five hours.

[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.

[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.

[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]


Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.