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Ana unraveled herself from Big J's lap, offering the actor a languid smile as she straightened her rather mussed clothes. She was a pretty hot mess, tangled hair and ... was that a hickey on her neck?

Probably.

She straightened the garter on her thigh before tending to her bra. Once finished, she tightly cinched the belt around the curve of her waist.

It was then that she spotted Adam.

Correction: it was then that she spotted Adam's coffee.

"I swear to ********, I am firing that worthless assistant. Jesus, such a worthless little b***h. Adam gets his coffee, but me? I'm sitting here simply dying from lack of coffee! Is it so hard to ... never mind."

She immediately began pouting.

"At least ******** Brody's drunk again. Maybe he'll leave me alone. I'm going to get some lunch, Big J." Ana waggled her fingers at the man, sashaying off towards the refreshments.

SPECTATING

Harrison, at this point, looked both petrified and completely stuck to Rep's side. It wasn't real, he reminded himself, and under those smiling, familiar faces were probably horses with rows of teeth and bugs for pets.

And they were trying to drag them apart.

He stared at the offered wipe, at the pregnant woman whose...grip was pretty Clarice-like. He couldn't summon his weapon. He shouldn't draw attention. What he really needed to do, he realized, was speak pod people.

He looked at Rep, took a big breath, and still holding his hand, put on his best charming smile. It was lopsided.

"That's...no way to talk. About my wife." He added a hesitant, "a*****e. Thanks for the napkin, honey." He took the wipe, made a big show of wiping his mouth with it, then stuffed it in his back pocket.

"Come on, Francis, even though I don't like you and all. We got some lines we really got to rehearse, uh, for our big Jordan scene. A job's a job." He shrugged, then looked to Rep urgently, and cleared his throat,. I need backup, here.

Something didn't feel right. Ofelia had stopped her conversation with Wilson and the fake!Allan (she was calling him fake since there was no way he was the real one - this one didn't even try to ruffle her hair) and was looking around as everything stopped. The director was yelling, people were blending in, and part of her was wondering if this was real or not after all.

She been able to act, but acting was just parroting. The absence of Rue in her head was still felt very deeply; even when they weren't talking to one another there had always been a feeling that the other was there via cackles or snide remarks as she tried to sleep at night. But now? Like this? It felt. . . .it felt empty and. . . scary. Was the voice gone because she really was named Hannah? Was the voice in her head gone because it was something she'd imagined all along?

No. No.

People were freaking out in various ways and Ofelia happened to spot one, a person looking perplexed and talking to a fake. That...they needed to stay awake, stay away. The fakes weren't good this was all wrong. Every bit of Ofelia's brain that could process things right now had her quickly crossing over to Sydney's side and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Um. . . Sydney, right? Ah heard yer lookin' fer sommin', ya need a hand?" Ofelia just wanted someone else to talk with, someone else who would make sense of this. Wilson had seemed scared too but Ofelia figured he'd go back to Dakota and the others in time. "Ah've gotta try an' find sommin' as well, maybe we can help one 'nother out in this case." Anything, anything to keep speaking with someone who understood.

SPECTATOR

"I'll... I'll coffee you in a second," Rick grunted, staring at 'Anastazia's' blatant display.

It wasn't her. It was an illusion. A very confusing sort of illusion but it had to be.

He had to be sure.

The drink had taken the edge off of his nerves, at least, the world just a little bit easier to manage and digest. He glanced around the room at the milling 'actors' and staff. Sasha and Wash, clearly not... he hadn't had a chance to speak with who he ASSUMED was Hazel, although who could tell, and there was a blur of violence and donuts in his mind's eye.

Someone he knew.

Someone who hopefully wouldn't call security on him if he said the wrong thing.

Deep breaths.

He spotted what he could only assume was Harrison and Rep but it might not have been but who knew really... Allan had been WITH them, hadn't he? He thought he had... so it wasn't just the captured? It was all the- even the dead...

His stomach clenched, and he fought the urge to scan for leotards.

No, keep your head on straight. Cease being a Mess.

He wobbled and took a second as he remembered how to walk again, beaming all the same in what he prayed was a nonchalant way, "Hey!! Uh! You!" Calling him 'Harrison' would probably result in dirty looks and like hell he knew what to call him, "C-could I ah... talk to you for a moment?" That seemed safe enough, right? His eyes darted to Rep, his smile wobbling at the edges.




Character Name: Jerry Collins
AU Name: Rick Brody
Description: Rick Brody is hot stuff and knows it. Notorious for back-room escapes with giggling supple interns, and brilliant TV-character actor, turned Star by the success of the show. Despite his good looks, prefers to play odd-characters, and exceptionally difficult to work with at times. Rumored to have an on-again-off-again cocaine problem, and an adult film or two under his belt, which has been kept hush-hush by the more family-oriented Network Execs.  

Madison took a deep breath. Sigil. Somewhere, there's a sigil... we're in Trance, we're trapped, my mind is here and my body is somewhere else. There was no answer. Right - no Kouki. Anger bubbled up inside of her to fill the place in her mind where Kouki usually coiled.

Slowly, Madison stepped off the stage, looking carefully around her for anything that felt strange or wrong. She couldn't do this alone... s**t. Who did she know that she could call using the 'right' name? "Hannah?" she tried, hoping Ofie would remember the false name. "Hannah, I need your help with something..."

Bix hadn't been as sneaky as he'd thought. First Ryan had followed him, not that he minded, and then the fake Medea had mosied over. Bix set his face into an angry one but something in his mind, ingrained from years of horror films and sci-fi, told him not to eat or drink anything.

Syd and Ofie mosied slightly away, Bix also taking slow steps but he didn't really follow. He nodded to Ryan then nodded further away. His eyes said it all. 'EXIT'. He backed towards it.

SPECTATOR

Ofelia looked over as she heard her fake!name called, and she frowned for a moment as she tried to place the name of the person calling her. This was supposed to be her girlfriend, right? What the hell had her name been? Fake!Allan has used it, the weird make-up girl had used it. . . .it was ridiculous, she tried so hard to think, and finally she just gave up and went with whatever felt natural.

"Oh, yes." She tried to keep her tone calm, to keep things okay. She'd approached Sydney and the fake and everything else kept feeling worse and worse. Everyone was noticing though, so. . . "Whatcha need from me, Ke...Kenz? Kenzie." Ofelia rubbed the back of her neck and looked to Madison, really hoping that was her name too. "Ya know Ah'm always glad ta help ya, seein' as...um...yer...special ta me, but. . . Ah think we should uh...have. . .Ra..Rachel? Yeah, Rachel, hel - "

Then Ofelia noticed the grip on "Rachel's" shoulder and her eyes narrowed, staring at the white in the knuckles. No one would pull someone like that away without a reason. No one would just grasp at them and pull them off unless there was something to head. "Oh, Medea, yeah? Ah checked an' there's a part with Sydney an' Ofelia a bit b'fore yers so Ah need her like. . . now. Ya can have her later. Right Kenz? Wasn't Madison in it too? So com'on Rachel, we. . . uh..should go maybe practice where there's some fresh air an' not too many people."

They needed to get Sydney away, the grip on her shoulder said more than enough of that. It didn't matter if this Sydney was fake or not, Ofelia wasn't going to leave anyone behind. Her job as a Sun Hunter had always been to take the lead, get out there and help. If someone was being taken away she didn't have to protect them per say but it certainly was not beyond her to get them out and possibly take their place.