#illusion:start

staring at the main living area of the house dean was frowning. had this been the right decision. there was so many people in one place, it was a little off-putting. then again he could find a way to make it work. the only part that irked him most was a roommate situation. he preferred to be alone. his whole frame rocked a little as someone flung themselves around him. “yo...personal space is something i value, which you might want to consider if you want to keep those hands” he retorted.

Nick dropped his bags on the floor as he walked in to the house. “I’m here, please hold your applause.” 

Jordan was changing clothes to get ready for her scene when she sees someone walk into her room. “Hello, how can i help you?” She asked them.

“When you take a nap that’s so bloody long you wake up when it’s already dark.. honestly, probably the worst feeling in the world. Lost time, lost day- possibly a lost head? I fell asleep after having a shitty ass headache and now my entire head is fuzzy. Do me a favour and wake my lazy arse up next time, yeah?”

“Six to eight hours on camera... anyone up for helping me meet the quota?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I know this isn’t my bed. But this place is so big and I couldn’t find my bedroom, so I decided to stay here for a little while and take some rest.  You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Sitting in the lobby area, Elliott was looking through his phone, reading e-mails and he wouldn’t consider it fan mail but it was disturbing, and maybe a little sweet. He acknowledged the person walking by him but not entirely until they stumbled over his feet that were outstretched. “Oh, Jesus. Are you alright? I’m sorry.” He apologized quickly, getting up and extending a hand.