#unscripteddivas2022

Despite her adamant protests against performing, it seems as this blasted ‘ Stairway to Stardom ’ program kicks off, she has little choice outside of performing.

        There has been a constant twitch in Letizia’s eye ever since they have arrived on the ‘ set. ’ Damn Delancey and Julian and that stupid cow of a ‘ host. ’ Director wants nothing to do with any of this nonsense. Why couldn’t the Projectionist put her in a world with a nation to her name? Just when she had dared to hope something good could come out of this stupid mission… the whole thing makes Letizia angry enough to shatter the mirrors in the dance room. Then there is the matter of ‘ To-witter ’ and ‘ pear phones ’ and ‘ social media presence… ’ it is enough to make her dizzy.

       “Alright, listen up!” she barks, wheeling on the rest of the girls. They had all been lumped together in a sort of team, and Letizia supposes she must be the leader, damn that Delancey girl to hell. “If we are going to be forced to compete in this show of idiocy, we will have to do it well! A singing contest is first, yes? …can any of you hold a note?”

By the time 'family jules' answers, Azama's off to terrorize someone else's inbox. Accidentally turns airplane mode on, and then accidentally back off. This small gadget is... strange, and undeniably foreign, but even now a picture of the possibilities is starting to form...

The phone buzzes and he fumbles with it, eyes wide. Close call.

[8:45PM] u can't not know what to-witter is

[8:45PM] ?????

Azama frowns. Pecks at the letters one by one. Send...!

[8:59PM] And yet here we are.

[8:59PM] ???????????????????????????

Half a minute passes and he's back to pondering his next hapless victim.

[9:00PM] :|

[9:01PM] It'd be better to just show you. gm a sec

This isn't the first time since they've arrived that odd slang or shorthand's been thrown their way. He still needs to, one way or another, discreetly find out what the hell a 'him-beau' is...

[9:02PM] What is gm?

Footsteps approach, and Azama leans back in his sofa. It reclines. He needs one of these for back home. Maybe two, then Mitama can have one.

It isn't long after Julian arrives, clearly still skeptical, and Shez follows suit, sitting down nearby.

“Time to learn to witter on To-Witter,” Shez says, and despite himself,

Azama gives a small huff - was that a chuckle, perhaps?

"Good one," he offer with his trademarked smile, benign and unassuming.

He's not sure it Actually is a good one, but if it isn't, it'll be more than worth it just to see Julian's face twist up again.

Letizia has always prided herself on her sharp, analytic mind.

          Though she despises contingencies, she could navigate through them with relative ease. The path to survival is not always straight, and she must be prepared to walk the crooked road. But this? Being dropped into a world devoid of things she knows and full of unknowns is disorienting, alarmingly so. So many words are spoken at her, and yet she does understand a single syllable. She cannot even fathom how such a thing is possible.

         The ‘ performance ’ ends without much fanfare, and the women are escorted into a vehicle unlike any other Letizia has ever seen. They are then transported — rather quickly, Letizia marvels — to a similar-looking setting in a different area. An unfortunately familiar sight of bright, glaring lights and strange, looming machines meets her as Letizia steps onto the ‘ set, ’ where she is then arranged into a single-file line alongside her temporary allies and that Delancey girl.  Even more words Letizia cannot possibly comprehend in the time it is presented to her are spoken at her, before the group breaks off to … wherever.

         Her head aches, but Letizia fights off a scowl for the time being. There is one thing she knows for certain: they are being watched. By who, Letizia hasn’t the faintest idea, but the way those manuerving those strange, lensed machines follow their every move… Letizia cannot shake the feeling she is being surveyed. Though she does not know who is watching her, maintaining a spotless image is now more imperative than it has ever been. Whoever is watching, she wants them on her side. 

         But before she can worry about her image, she must first worry about the matter of the rules of this new world. She already senses she cannot cast here, a fact she cannot deny makes her feel a pinch antsy. They do not seem to be in any immediate danger at the moment, and it makes Letizia wonder if they can even be hurt here. After all, this is some sort of pretend-fairy tale-performing arts fantasy, right? There would be no need for matters of life and death in such a story. But just to make sure…

         “Laslow, isn’t it?” Letizia calls, approaching the Blue Lions Professor. She has wiped off her heavy black liner and lipstick, opting for a fresher, more girlish kind of look. It is easier to lure others in this way. “...I apologize if this seems rather forward, but there has been something on my mind ever since we arrived. Would you mind coming somewhere more… private to speak? Away from these people… don’t you find them so unsettling?”