"20 minutes! Stylists, pick someone and buddy up!" Men and women wearing eccentric, sorry, still-waiting-to-catch-on, clothing rushed into the room, immediately picking and choosing from the multitude of people in the room. 20 minutes until showtime, and they were going to be presented by the order in which they had been celled in. At least, it seemed that way. A lone woman pulled Sky away, and the only words he could get out before being choked by his own collar were, "Good luck out there, Watanabe! See you soo-GAK!"

When they were alone, they made eye contact. "Well, hello there," he muttered, in a sarcastic tone. "Hey."
This was the start of something that was going to be [i]grueling[/i] for Skylar, he could just feel it. "When do we start?" He asked.

"Right now."

((After Poly's post, we can timeskip, yeah?))