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"Um....no, Ah only drink water Ah bring mahself from mah personal supplier in ...uh....France or sommin Ah dunno." Ofelia took one look at the water and waved it away with her hand, refusing to even accept it. She wasn't sure what to do next but as soon as this 'Kaia' let go of Sydney to open her water bottle the teen stepped between the other girl and the woman, blocking the way and letting Sydney go. "We'll be takin' our leave now Medea, good luck on yer death scene commin' up. Unless a'course ya...got any advice fer us?" If it weren't or the fact that Madison was there, asking her to move along, she would have punched the woman in the face to ensure they all got away but instead she just...backed off and took Madison's hand into her own.

"Ah'll follow yer lead, let's get looking fer Sydney's swirly contacts. Ya think she mighta dropped 'em near a door or sommin'? Should we check near the exits?"

"I think enough people on set are going to be taking those types of breaks." By the way everyone was hanging on each other, there were going to be some rocking trailers.

Melvin was starting to get why out of all the people either making out on stage or married, he hadn't been approached by anyone. It was a blessing considering the girls that either seemed underage or just flat-out disgusting, and if he had standards he hoped it was why he was single or at least not with anyone here.

Despite being so well rehearsed to the point that Melvin was really worried about his sanity and more or less floating through this appointment until he could leave set and call up a shrink to snap him to reality, he had no idea who this girl was. He had no idea who anyone was. Looking at the state of some people around him, he wondered if he had been given some drugs by someone else on set. If so, he wasn't having a good trip.

At the girl swearing and belching at him, he only curled a lip in much the same way he had before, and picked out a bag of organic pita chips in a snack pack. It was the only thing he saw that was sealed and therefor untouched by this woman.

"It's not hurting anyone if I wear these glasses or not." He rose them up to rest atop his head as he felt he had done many times before. "I like them." They were stylish and feeling as strange as he did and unsure in this place, he'd take any grain of familiarity he could get.

As for what he was looking for, he held the bag of pita chips and looked at all the food open to the elements and swearing women. "What...haven't you touched?" He pointed around at the table top, looking at the piles of food and then at her as if she was carrying the plague and coughing on everything.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Was he calling her fat?

"What do you mean, 'What haven't I touched?' - are you calling me fat? Aren't you new here? Don't you know who I am?! Nobody calls Anastazia Clark fat and gets away with it, s**t for brains!"

Her voice rising in volume, Ana was growing redder and redder in the face the louder she got.

"I am so glad that most of you are dying in this episode because I can't bear to work with any of you a moment longer."

She immediately burst into tears.

"Oh... oh, thank god, Rep it's you-" Jerry suddenly sagged, whispering heatedly, his breath strong with whatever was in that flask, "I thought I was going crazy ahahahahahaha that accent is horrible by the way-" He hesitated, glancing over his shoulder to spot Candace, his face flushing as he instinctively pushed his glasses up his nose.

And then realized there was a smudge of make up on them, and promptly tore them off, "For goodness sake-" He didn't seem to need them anyway. It was oddly uplifting.

"We need to... to find out who's REAL, if you know what I mean. And then figure out how to get out."





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.  

She was still giggling and snickering when Ro approached her, grinning at the trainee. She looked and felt better. Just ignore the man that looked like H. He does not exist.

...Nor does pregnant Clarice.

O..or...Julie..or that horsewoman b***h.

What the ******** pregnant Clarice.

"Oh man. Uh! Missions...yeah sometimes. Though I think this is one of the weirder ones in my opi--wait...no..the one where everyone had double D's was weirder. But this is definitely top..five? I've never seen..anything like this except on television." Candace laughed again and shook her head. "Can't hear Sylvia? Weird. I think we should try and find a way to get out of here though...one that doesn't draw too much attention, maybe?" A glance was cast toward the EXIT sign.

Well, they could always just go through the exit door. They were on a 'break' so who would complain?

"God, Rep. That accent was terrible." Candace called out with a grin, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She noticed Harrison and Jerry beside him, raising a brow at Jerry's behavior. He seemed...calm. Very calm given the situation. A look was given to the girl with Sasha's face. Why was he not all over Sasha? His girlfriend? She hadn't been paying much attention.

The director called out a five minute warning and she cursed. "Five minutes to get everyone out of here."

"She complimented me on my torture scene," Sydney said quietly. "And talked about being legless. And our death scene coming up. If we do get out of here, there's a chance I won't have any legs. And I highly doubt an intermediate trainee will get the same reaction as Lance--Mist or no."

She looked stressed out. "You can try and get outside, but we REALLY need to find that sigil. If we spread out we might cover more ground in five minutes?" she offered to the others. Although with that thought looming over her head--did she still want to? Wouldn't it be better to die in a fantasy?

Deryk's blood ran cold there. Death scenes? Oh s**t. That. That really didn't sound all that good at all.

"..R-right.." he squeaked before retreating back.

"We're so dead.."

He shook his head to himself while looking around. Wait.

"W-wait! Harold! Um. One more thing. List of everyone who dies again? I-I forgot!"

He may as well give it a shot. He didn't know what else to do right now. But apparently he was supposed to die.