[Rachel is lying on her bed, one hand hanging off of the edge to rest on the head of her dog, staring at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. She's wearing shorts, and a tee-shirt, and worn sneakers -- she looks as if she might've just gone running. On top of that, Rachel looks exhausted, and her breathing is slow and even, as if she's drifting off ( Read more... )

[Rachel is lying on her bed, on her stomach, watching her record player carefully. A record is playing on it, though no sound is coming out just yet -- it seems to be between songs. Soon, though, the song begins, and while it is a bit scratchy, you can hear Barbra Streisand belting out her most famous number quite clearly.

Rachel is transfixed. ( Read more... )

I feel like Ariel -- !

[That proclamation is accompanied by Rachel Berry, who flashes her brilliantly colored tail -- which has a rainbow assortment of scales, sparkling in the light of the water -- in front of the camera with a laugh. She looks happier than she has in days -- Blaine and his Disney ambush seems to have done the trick to break her ( Read more... )

[There is only the briefest flash of dark brown hair as Rachel Berry turns on the PCD and races through the aisles to the stage of the theatre that she has been renovating -- and re-renovating. It appears most of it is cleaned up, from the flood, though there is still some obvious damage... but the stage is clear, which is all that really matters. ( Read more... )

[There is the faintest tinkling of piano through the feed, forming the beginning of the finale to one of the best Broadway musicals of all time -- well, if you ask her anyway. A well-trained ear will be able to hear uneven breathing, very faintly -- but it stops, soon enough, as Rschel begins to sing.]

I'm limited...

[The quickest inhale of ( Read more... )

[Rachel is calf-deep in water, holding her puppy Evita, staring at the completely and utterly flooded theatre that she has been renovating. Some parts of it have resurfaced as the water has finally begun to recede -- the stage is visible, as is the tips of the chairs of the orchestra pit -- but there is still quite a lot of damage done by the past ( Read more... )

[Rachel has her hands pressed against the window, her eyes wide as she watches the torrential downpour. There is a stifled whine from near where the PCD is perched -- and a small tuft of white fur as a lump burrows further into Rachel's bedsheets. The girl doesn't look over, though -- she's far too captivated by the raging storm outside.]I feel as ( Read more... )

[Rachel is lying outside, by the lake, enjoying the sunshine. She seems to have forgone her usual outfit of knee socks, skirts, and long-sleeved cardigans for something a little more weather appropriate -- shorts and a tank top -- with the very tips of her toes just barely in the lake ( Read more... )