[In one of the bigger rooms where medical experts work fervently to tend to wounds and run scans on the injured folks, one of the patients suddenly erupts in an outraged, loud shriek. This outlandishly dressed woman shoves her way past doctors and nurses toward one of the station windows and dramatically...struggles to figure out how to get the covering to slide open. Eventually she manages, and cranes her neck to see the world far below. It's not Spira. Her lip curls as she growls.]
Grrrrrr...! Who's responsible for this? I'll have you know that I, Leblanc, have far more important business to attend to than floating aimlessly about some glittery planet!
[One of the doctors urges her to quiet down so as not to disturb the patients in need of medical attention, which is when she looks about to see who he means...and spots your hapless character.]
You! Are you injured? If I heal you, no one can complain.
[She draws both arms straight overhead, gathering up sparks of energy as she wiggles her hips, then thrusts a palm forward. Bejeebers! Have a heaping dose of white magic!]
Better, love? Now tell these dimwits to bring out their leader!
* * * * *
All That Glitters
[Yes yes, everyone likes the robots. They certainly draw quite a crowd, don't they? But one night, the spotlights suddenly black out, draping the stage in darkness and cutting out the ditty. The robots, having no music to drive their rhythm program, droop and go still. Awwwww! People begin to murmur their disappointment, should they stick around and wait for the crew to fix the robots, should they come back later, whisper whisper murmur grumble...]
[BUT WAIT! There's a distinctive fingersnap that summons a beam of light to fall directly on...well, the gaudiest-looking Gembond ever to grace this planet, but she certainly holds herself with confidence. Music filters over the speakers, just a couple of notes...then she snatches up a microphone and starts singing.]
[Crazy Dancing Clown Woman was not featured on the program, but there she goes, singing and moving, and the robots have a new sick beat to drive their motions once more. Love it or hate it, all she wants to do is dance like there's no tomorrow.]
[Join her if you're feeling bold. Upstage her if you're even bolder. Try to stop her if you dare. If you don't, the security guards finally mobilize at the end of the song to chase her off. And if you missed her performance the first time, don't worry. She does it at least six more times throughout the course of the week, seizing control of the stage and soaking up all the attention she can get.]
* * * * *
Razzle Dazzle Them
[A pink dress flies through the air of the clothing shop, flung by the gloved hand of an outraged blonde.]
Enough with these boring fashions! What's wrong with the way I dress? If anything, you should be taking notes. I was the creme de la creme of Spirian fashion, I'll have you know.
[No she was not, and the salespeople are sideeyeing each other uncertainly. Should...SHOULD they be taking notes? Or does she really think a belly-plunging neckline with an eye-searingly bright magenta high collar and lacy leggings counts as fashion?]
[The loud customer sighs with exaggerated exasperation, swishing about to admire her reflection as she snaps open a fan with hooked tips, beating it back and forth to cool her face.]
Ah, if only you could see the boutiques for yourself. I inspired so many bold and daring fashion lines!
[Spotting YOUR CHARACTER in the mirror, she swivels about and points dramatically with her snap-folded fan.]
Surely you would agree with me, wouldn't you, love?
* * * * *
Wildcard!
[OOC: Feel free to start up any other prompt you like! Dominating new roommate? Angry fire-spitting/uncontrollable sobbing to wearily drag you and herself as far as she can go through the toxic wasteland? Being loud and demanding ANYWHERE? Anything goes! As a note, Leblanc has a soft spot for misfits and pitiful/helpless people, she's got your back if you fall into that category. If you happen to be a handsome man she feels sorry for, you could be eligible for a one-sided infatuation where she follows/stalks him everywhere and makes up lovey-dovey nicknames.]
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Date: 2021-01-21 02:40 am (UTC)NOT SPIRA?!
[In one of the bigger rooms where medical experts work fervently to tend to wounds and run scans on the injured folks, one of the patients suddenly erupts in an outraged, loud shriek. This outlandishly dressed woman shoves her way past doctors and nurses toward one of the station windows and dramatically...struggles to figure out how to get the covering to slide open. Eventually she manages, and cranes her neck to see the world far below. It's not Spira. Her lip curls as she growls.]
Grrrrrr...! Who's responsible for this? I'll have you know that I, Leblanc, have far more important business to attend to than floating aimlessly about some glittery planet!
[One of the doctors urges her to quiet down so as not to disturb the patients in need of medical attention, which is when she looks about to see who he means...and spots your hapless character.]
You! Are you injured? If I heal you, no one can complain.
[She draws both arms straight overhead, gathering up sparks of energy as she wiggles her hips, then thrusts a palm forward. Bejeebers! Have a heaping dose of white magic!]
Better, love? Now tell these dimwits to bring out their leader!
All That Glitters
[Yes yes, everyone likes the robots. They certainly draw quite a crowd, don't they? But one night, the spotlights suddenly black out, draping the stage in darkness and cutting out the ditty. The robots, having no music to drive their rhythm program, droop and go still. Awwwww! People begin to murmur their disappointment, should they stick around and wait for the crew to fix the robots, should they come back later, whisper whisper murmur grumble...]
[BUT WAIT! There's a distinctive fingersnap that summons a beam of light to fall directly on...well, the gaudiest-looking Gembond ever to grace this planet, but she certainly holds herself with confidence. Music filters over the speakers, just a couple of notes...then she snatches up a microphone and starts singing.]
[Crazy Dancing Clown Woman was not featured on the program, but there she goes, singing and moving, and the robots have a new sick beat to drive their motions once more. Love it or hate it, all she wants to do is dance like there's no tomorrow.]
[Join her if you're feeling bold. Upstage her if you're even bolder. Try to stop her if you dare. If you don't, the security guards finally mobilize at the end of the song to chase her off. And if you missed her performance the first time, don't worry. She does it at least six more times throughout the course of the week, seizing control of the stage and soaking up all the attention she can get.]
Razzle Dazzle Them
[A pink dress flies through the air of the clothing shop, flung by the gloved hand of an outraged blonde.]
Enough with these boring fashions! What's wrong with the way I dress? If anything, you should be taking notes. I was the creme de la creme of Spirian fashion, I'll have you know.
[No she was not, and the salespeople are sideeyeing each other uncertainly. Should...SHOULD they be taking notes? Or does she really think a belly-plunging neckline with an eye-searingly bright magenta high collar and lacy leggings counts as fashion?]
[The loud customer sighs with exaggerated exasperation, swishing about to admire her reflection as she snaps open a fan with hooked tips, beating it back and forth to cool her face.]
Ah, if only you could see the boutiques for yourself. I inspired so many bold and daring fashion lines!
[Spotting YOUR CHARACTER in the mirror, she swivels about and points dramatically with her snap-folded fan.]
Surely you would agree with me, wouldn't you, love?
Wildcard!
[OOC: Feel free to start up any other prompt you like! Dominating new roommate? Angry fire-spitting/uncontrollable sobbing to wearily drag you and herself as far as she can go through the toxic wasteland? Being loud and demanding ANYWHERE? Anything goes! As a note, Leblanc has a soft spot for misfits and pitiful/helpless people, she's got your back if you fall into that category. If you happen to be a handsome man she feels sorry for, you could be eligible for a one-sided infatuation where she follows/stalks him everywhere and makes up lovey-dovey nicknames.]