we can make a dress so pretty, there's nothing to it really (ota)

[itswhoyouare]

WHO: Anna Morasca, Eliot Spencer, possibly Lindsey McDonald and Parker, open to others
WHAT: Anna takes a moment to "alter" her uniform and finally meets up with the man she's been looking for.
WHEN: Day 2, various times of the day
WHERE: Tomorrowland, near Space Mountain
WARNINGS: Rampant sarcasm; possible violence, swearing, partial nudity... y'know, the usual.

While avoiding the Cornucopia may have been a good idea at first, the rumble in Anna's stomach made her think twice. Luckily, her search for Eliot and Parker was fruitful (literally) and she settled near a fruit tree that gave her both an excellent vantage point as well as cover. After eating, she stripped down to her slip and boots, draping her cape from the tree so she could get to work.

Anyone wandering by this particular corner is privy to a view of Anna in her slip, seated atop a large rock, trying to cut the seams on the skirt of her dress with a piece of sharpened steel she found inside of Space Mountain.

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[retrieverchef]

Eliot raises and eyebrow as he turns the corner as sees Anna. He turns away, coughing to let her know he's there and hide a slight blush. "Please tell me you're not turning your clothes into bandages already."

[itswhoyouare]

Remembering that she's on TV now, she has to suppress her joy and relief at hearing Eliot's voice. The dress at least covers her lap as she pulls it over her legs more. This would be easier with a knife.

"Had I gone for the Cornucopia, I might need to. I stayed as long as I could, then I heard four cannons after I took off." Leaning over, she gestures for him to come closer. Of course, by necessity it's all cryptic double-talk and carefully-chosen words. But the meaning remains the same: I'm unharmed and glad you're okay. I waited for you til I was almost attacked. I was worried you might have died.

[retrieverchef]

He raises an eyebrow. "Then what are you trying to do?" He sits down beside her and opens the bag. "It wasn't as intense as sometimes. More like a bar brawl than work."

[itswhoyouare]

"It helps that there weren't any weapons just lyin' around," she says with a nod as she glances at the backpack. "I'm makin' some adjustments t'this ridiculous costume. I don't do poofy dresses."

[retrieverchef]

"Sounds like you need a needle and thread." He pulls out the pocket knife and hands it to her. "And this might help."

[itswhoyouare]

"Successful supply run, looks like." She replies with a smile as she takes the knife and flips it open, slitting the rest of the seams from the center of her skirt open. She abandons the piece of steel at her feet and begins working on cutting several two-inch slits down the outside left and right of the skirt.

"Have you seen Parker?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot raises an eyebrow at her mangling of her skirt. His eyes widen in comprehension as she starts cutting slits down the sides of the fabric. "You hate dresses that much?"

He shakes his head. "Not yet."

[hartless_cowboy]

After his own supply run at the train wreck, Lindsey came down the other end and was pleasantly surprised seeing his twin and Anna... ripping clothes apart.

While he wasn't pleased with his own clown get up, he hadn't gotten to the point of wanting to go around half naked yet. The metal bar he salvaged was heaved over one sholder while his pack slung on the other. He also wore a wide, unrepentant grin.

"Are we getting that naked fashion show?" he asked without any qualms of approaching them.

[itswhoyouare]

That voice causes her to tense immediately, eyes flicking from Eliot to his unashamed twin Lindsey before narrowing slightly. She's never made it a point to discuss their Valentine's Day encounter with Eliot because in her mind it's nothing important.

She finishes the last of her slits and hands the knife over to Eliot, hand immediately going to retrieve the scrap metal of her own just in case.

"There's no naked fashion show, sorry to disappoint." Of course her tone says she's hardly apologetic at all. In fact, she's rather annoyed.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot gave Lindsey a mild glare. "Linds, it's national television." As if he'd ever consider something like that when the whole world could see.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey's smile back to Anna showed he wasn't the least bit disturbed by her cool response. "Too bad, that would be the best sort of show."

He finally turned to Eliot with a grin. Standing face to face, the differences between them were more apparent, but so were the similarities.

"Nothing raises popularity more than some skin. And it's international too," Lindsey answered without any sign of remorse. "I don't think Panem has any other nations, to be honest."

[itswhoyouare]

"I don't need to show any more skin," she replies with a nod to her present state in her slip, which is like a short dress. She doesn't have much coverage, even as her legs cross and she pulls the remains of her dress across her lap.

"And as much as the public might like the idea of an incestual threeway? Never gonna happen." Because apparently Anna thinks Lindsey is thinking of that.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot looks over at his brother and nods, still glaring. "Just because skin sells don't mean we're makin' a porno when there's kids watching, Linds."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey shrugged, his ability to care for such things had long since been quashed. "Kids have to grow up some day. I suppose watching people smash other peoples heads in is very magical kingdom. Just what the Mouse wanted when he made brooms dance."

[itswhoyouare]

Lindsey has a point, she thinks, however she won't acknowledge it unless she has to. "What do you want, Lindsey?" While the conversation goes on, she sets the dress aside on the ground and puts her cape back on at least for some cover.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot nodded. "Anythin' in particular or are ya just tryin' to get a reaction?" Because he wouldn't put that past his twin.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey was after a reaction, but Anna's question was too good an opening to not use. "I think it's been said for me, what was it? Right, an incestual threeway." He raised his eyebrows at Anna suggestively.

"Two for the price of one. Don't you love twins?"

[itswhoyouare]

Her nose wrinkles at the suggestion, brows knitting as she gives Lindsey a warning glare. "Not. Interested. Not then, not now, not ever."

Oops, did she just say that last part out loud?

[retrieverchef]

Eliot smacked Lindsey upside the head at that. "Not. Funny. At all." All the less humorous after Cruentus' threat when Lindsey first arrived. "Do you have anything to say besides bullshit?"

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey sent back a glare towards his twin, but smiled like a shark when he backed up from the two of them.

"No, guess I don't. Since what I have to say is pretty much crap, this third wheel will take himself elsewhere. You two lovebirds have fun." Giving the two of them a wave of his fingers, Lindsey turned and walked off the way he came.

[polyturtle]

It was at that point that Anna might notice a blood trail. Its fresh. And there's someone groaning nearby behind a vendor cart.

When Don tried to treat his arm with the medication he was sent, it caused his arm to start bleeding again. It didn't help that he didn't know where he was or how he got there. He'd lost so much blood that he didn't remember half of the night. If he met anyone, if he'd seen anyone.

At this point, it was taking everything in his power not to fall unconscious again. He had to try and stave off infection. He had to at least find Lottie, bring her to Maximus or Eliot, or someone who could protect them. He had the feeling he wasn't going to last long in the Arena like this. And if he did, he'd be of no use.

i'm so sorry i'm such a failure at tags lately! ;;

[itswhoyouare]

The groaning is enough to catch her attention, and when Anna glances up she notices the blood trail. She quietly stops working and sets the dress aside before grabbing her cape and putting it back on.

Sharpened metal chunk in hand, she approaches slowly as per her police training and rounds the corner ready to strike.

"Donatello?!"

She drops to her knees beside him and pulls him close so she can look at the amputation. "Shit. Donatello, listen to me. Do you have a fire-startin' kit? Matches, a lighter, anythin'?"

[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara blinked at the sight, standing in plain view of the other woman. She hadn't expected to come across someone, and now that she had she wasn't sure what to do. She should... probably say something. Something that wouldn't get one of them killed, or tied up.

"...This a private de-sewing party, or can anyone join?"

[itswhoyouare]

Of course the second she hears Barbara's voice, Anna tenses and twirls the metal around her wrist with ease, ready to strike if she needs to.

But she looks like a kid...

"Depends. How old are you?"

[acro_bat_ic]

"I'm eighteen." And she doesn't appreciate any implication that she isn't, from her glare.