Francine was giving the benefit of the doubt there and assuming that Dinah did not want to be killed dead and therefore would have told Francine already if a crocodile had bitten her.
You rock the mostest. Also totally true. Because seriously, in person, Ginevra was intimidating. Partly because she looked like a cross between Morgana and an alien.
Wind in our hair, action shots, yadda. Actual runway stuff is tomorrow. So far, just a lot of mostly nice girls having much fun.
Definitely! The heels are 5" tall! And about one-quarter inch thin! Seriously, it might take TK to keep her on those.
Dinah stopped, then frowned. Wha s;dlkf/
The go-kart carrying Lena wasn't stopping. It was accelerating, way faster than a Go-Kart should go. And heading for the ornamental fountain, Lena screaming at the top of her lungs.
The Go-Kart hit the barriers, at much less speed, and tipped over, spilling Lena to the ground (mostly) un-hurt. Crying, the girl scrambled out of the frame, and Dinah let go of the Kart. Which spun its wheels threateningly as Lena was helped away by a P.A. and one of the designers, babbling in Russian.
Dinah looked around the crowd, trying to see someone acting... suspiciously? Somehow?
Oh, hello, person with remote. She started to make her way around the crowd, and pulled out her buzzing phone to hide her sneaking around:
Bad guy remote-controlled Go-Kart! TK'd it into barrier. Model OK. IN PURSUIT
Oh great, Sexy Librarian Girl had noticed her, and was peering over the top of her glasses with a half-smile of something Francine guessed was concern.
"Um, yes! Sorry. My water just went down the wrong pipe." The water in the bottle she was just now pulling out of her bag, yes.
A nod, and the gaze shifted; the tiny little smile remained.
Sorry! Sorry Sorry! Dinah stopped to admire one of the sets, and try to sneak up on the person with the suspicious-looking control thingy in their hand--
And then a bunch of set guy started moving the potted palms by on a pallet, and she had to stop, and wait, nodding to them, nothing to see here, nope....
Helena sent them to you 2? ZOMG.
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Monday! I'm undercover. Runway competition. Trying to find who cut ropes, etc.
I posed with a crocodile!
That was the high point so far.
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Francine was giving the benefit of the doubt there and assuming that Dinah did not want to be killed dead and therefore would have told Francine already if a crocodile had bitten her.
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Dinah would've been much less okay with Oscar if they'd fed him a bunny. Or a P.A.
So far. Ginevra kept squeaking around him. Oy.
Dinah stopped to snap a picture of Ginevra, and then the Go Kart she was six people back from getting to drive.
WHEEE!
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//Why do they want you to take pictures with a go-kart?//
Note that she didn't ask that about the crocodile. Oh, Fandom.
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Wind in our hair, action shots, yadda. Actual runway stuff is tomorrow. So far, just a lot of mostly nice girls having much fun.
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Oh please, she wouldn't be Francine if there wasn't a followup text.
//Careful on go-kart TOO.//
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Dinah stopped, then frowned. Wha s;dlkf/
The go-kart carrying Lena wasn't stopping. It was accelerating, way faster than a Go-Kart should go. And heading for the ornamental fountain, Lena screaming at the top of her lungs.
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Way to play the texting in class cool, Francine, with the fumbling the phone, then stabbing buttons like a maniac.
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ee11! from accidentally hitting the buttons.
Then sending one of the barriers shifting into the way of the Go-Kart with telekinesis, and yanking hard on the Go-Kart to hold it in place--
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Because that was...somehow a threat.
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Dinah looked around the crowd, trying to see someone acting... suspiciously? Somehow?
Oh, hello, person with remote. She started to make her way around the crowd, and pulled out her buzzing phone to hide her sneaking around:
Bad guy remote-controlled Go-Kart! TK'd it into barrier. Model OK. IN PURSUIT
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"You okay there, sweetheart?"
Oh great, Sexy Librarian Girl had noticed her, and was peering over the top of her glasses with a half-smile of something Francine guessed was concern.
"Um, yes! Sorry. My water just went down the wrong pipe." The water in the bottle she was just now pulling out of her bag, yes.
A nod, and the gaze shifted; the tiny little smile remained.
//OMG <3attack! BE CAREFUL!//
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And then a bunch of set guy started moving the potted palms by on a pallet, and she had to stop, and wait, nodding to them, nothing to see here, nope....
ARGH GETTING AWAY ARGH
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Francine Peters: backseat powers-user.
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