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.

Comments

[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.