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"Right. You're a fetus, neeeeevermind." She tugged on Gale's sleeve. "Don't look at him, maybe he's like, a medusa, and if he looks us in the ********' eyes we go coo coo for cocoa puffs--"

Clerise groaned as she and Gale were shuffled back inside. "Damnit!" she hissed, crushing the muffin with a fist out of rage--

"Julie?" she breathed, frowning. She shook gale quickly by the shoulders, hissing at him: "we need to find a way out."

Ceres took a moment to stare at Julie sadly, remembering the last time she saw the woman with the brownies incident.

The sudden addition of the well pampered hand on her shoulder caused the girl to get out a rather loud, and rather embarrassing, squeal. She clamped her hand shut on her mouth a moment later. The photo that Julie received... was a rather stupid looking one of her looking terrified. Clearly that was going to also go under the 'silly faces' section as well of her albums. The arm slung around her too caused a rather huge shivver, that started at the base of her spine, and crawled up her back, was probably felt by 'Darren' as well.

Oh god oh god oh god ohgod. Caelius was being a ******** creeper. That was usually H's job, whythehellwashetouchgingher. She knew that in this universe 'Tamara' was a stupid little girl whom, probably, loved her 'Cousin' just as much as he seemed to love her. Though, Unfortunately, she was Ceres right now and ******** this just creeped her the hell out.

"I.... Wha... WHAT!" What kind of questions was THAT. They were enough to embarrass the hell out of her even more, her face even turned a little red at the thought of him asking these things of her. Caelius. Asking her. About Dishes... Clothing.. and worse, -underwear-.

And then a My Little Pony Lunchbox came out of no where saving her from the response she felt like giving. She took it, stared at it, and...actually found it cute. She liked My Little Pony even... but the fact that mr Always-Angry did too made her frown. This Caelius was seriously the one they knew to come and loathes polar opposite.

Ceres sent out to anyone whom was on the set currently a 'oh god HELP ME' expression.

Though she knew no one would come... Where the hell had they all wandered to anyways? She couldn't even see Bix anymore. Stiffening a little, she did something she probably would regret later. That being? She got into ******** character. "Oooohhh Thank you, Daredare!" Thankfully she heard his name here, Darren, somewhere previously. She hoped butchering the name into a fake... hopefully adorable nickname was successful, and in character. "Y-You know i adore my little pony! Who's your favorite again?" She secretly made a note when she got away, to dump the box on a table somewhere, if she still had it, while she was running. She had a SINKING suspicion that 'Tamaras' favorite character was Pinkie Pie. Why? She was Pink and she was random as all hell.

Gulping some, she squeezed his hand 'gently' and tried to side step out of his grip. The only thing that might give away her 'pretending to be Tamara' was the fact she was stiff as a board. "I really need to... Uhm." A pause. How the hell to get away..."... Go #2, so hold on to this for me and ill.. be back soon?" She winced inside at the words. Oh god. She was going to have some real good nightmares now. Hopefully he would buy it.

Then she remembered her character was forgetful. "Where is it again?" Hopefully towards the exit. Hopefully.

"I saw... some people heading out that door there," Jerry murmured uncannily cheerily as he lit the cigarette. It was dream-world, after all, what was the harm?

Apparently never having taken a smoke before, even in dream-land it took him off guard, and he was immediately coughing.

Someone was shouting at him already, and he quickly shoulder his way out the exit. "We won't find them here anyway. You... you saw that mockery of Sasha," He hissed, catching sight of the woman hamming it up under the lights. He sighed forlornly.

Her only response to the fact she not only watched My Little Pony with Caelius's 'Children', and apparently CRIED BECAUSE IT SCARED HER was...



And they she stepped away... only to be followed.



"UHM... No.. No.... I'm Certain i suddenly remember where it is. Yes. No need to show me!"



Giving him one last... small... smile. She pretty much left, trying NOT to run away, taking the lunch box with her.



She was pretty certain though, if he followed, she would have ended up..running...faster. Maybe even gone crazy in the process.



She needed a stiff drink.

Candace had been on the way toward the door when she smelled something...strange. Familiar in a highly unpleasant way but odd given where they were. They were in a building, on set, and this smell was not one that someone would expect or want in such a place. And then it was followed by coughi--did some jackass light up a cigarette?

She stopped on her heel and turned to glare and scold whoever was smoking, but she stopped when she realized who was doing it.

"...Since when do you smoke?" Perhaps never given how badly he was coughing. Candace frowned. "You should put that out Jer...er..you should...just..why are you smoking? That's a ******** stupid idea."

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Welp. Fake Julie was almost as crazy as Real Julie. She gave the Fake a smile, swallowing the anxiety that threatened to bubble up to the top.

Clerise let the Fake Julie ....tiny-woman-handle her, her brain's cogs turning.

"Sssure, we're close ********' enough to in character, right, grumpybutt?" She gave Gale a strong shoulder nudge, giving him a look.

A 'come ON Gale, PLAY ALONG, PLEASE, HAPL' kind of look. A 'let's pretend the last time we saw her she WASN'T full of bugs' kind of look.

"Don't let Mark get you down." Clerise grinned, bright and feral. "Wanna go get coffee? I feel like ******** with the paparazzi."

...Rick. Ooookay.. his scars looked off, as did his nose. Didn't he say something earlier about his nose being fake? "Okay, Rick. And no. They don't make you look cool at all, especially when you cough like a teenage boy smoking for the first time."

She watched him fiddle with the cigarette with a look of clear disgust and disapproval, waving a hand in front of her nose. God she hated that smell. "..You're going to set this place on fire if you're not careful." Candace pointed out gently as Jerry started flicking ash around. "Unless that's your actual plan. It'd certainly get everyone out."

Her eyes widened. "Rick. No." Candace hissed as she reached for the lighter. ******** idiot! He could get them all killed!