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[h3][center][color=purple]Location: Centre Stage, Courtyard / Present: Abigail [@RumikoOhara], Edward [@Polaris North][/color][/center][/h3]

[color=gray]Hollywood actress Miranda Cox set her character's crystal tumbler down onto the bar's rich mahogany table with a hard clack. An uneven line of B-list actors began to fill the fake bar's uncomfortably new seats and greeted her in the same coldly warm fashion, raising her career onto their shoulders like runny whip cream underneath a sweet red cherry. She belted out expectant laugh no. 7 and stiffly flipped her hair with a red manicured hand, aware for every single second of her time melting under the golden heat of the cameras that she was a product for consumption. As soon as her hand finished its slow arc to her thigh, the woman tilted her head ever so slightly, beckoning the audience to enjoy their viewing experience. It was like soft fizz after pouring cherry soda. She spoke through the camera, directly into the viewer's eyes. [color=red]"Having a good night, gentlemen?"[/color]

Victoria leaned forward on her orthopedic computer chair and quickly selected the replay button on her laptop, as if it was going to escape if she didn't click it fast enough. Miranda Nicholas Cox was the lead actress to this year's most acclaimed film, [i]The One Night to Remember[/i]. Victoria praised the movie for its success in attracting its target demographic. The forgettable, moderately attractive young men that made the bulk of the movie acted as stand-ins for the male viewers. It was an escapist power fantasy that seemed to prey on young men's insecurities regarding wealth and friendship in the modern age. Miranda was playing both the eye candy and the female power fantasy of the film, unsurprisingly solidifying herself as the apex contemporary woman after claiming award after award for her performance(s). The internet, it seemed, couldn't get enough of her. Her line when greeting the movie's cast members became second to none in terms of online presence all over the world.

Victoria watched the snippet again and again, studying the structure of Miranda's hand as it flipped through her conditioned hair. During replay number thirty eight she noted the way that Miranda had her ring finger slightly raised, when compared to the rest of her flat and stiff hand. On replay number thirty nine Victoria noted that Miranda's index finger was slightly lowered as well, combining with the other properties of her hand to form an elegant visual. Victoria began quietly hmmm..-ing to herself in a display of data extrapolation. She sleepily scribbled notes onto a pine green journal. After what felt like a few minutes she let out a sigh and closed her laptop. She had bags to pack.

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Victoria arrived on the third day. Her reason based on why she was inexplicably late for two days would vary wildly depending on who asked her. It was exactly like her stage name VENA, its origins modified to suit whatever her conversational partner wanted to hear.

Vena was her name now, receiving Kuroba Tadashi's speech less like a musician and more like a soldier receiving orders from a general. She [i]will[/i] revive music. She [i]will[/i] make a name for herself. VENA [i]will[/i] win. She attempted to clap before anybody else did, as a quick test. The furor and passion of her new rivals as they clapped in unison with her nearly caused her relaxed facade to slip. Her stay at Cystra city was going to be as challenging as she thought it would be, it seemed.

After Mr. Tadashi's speech ended, Vena walked towards a small coffee machine in the very back of the centre stage, skimming through the crowd like a scientist observing lab rats. There was no malice behind her actions, only insatiable curiosity. As she filled a styrofoam cup half empty, her eyes darted back and forth, holding the beverage as if it were a peace treaty between her and the rest of the room. All the performers around her were so visually and auditorily unique, and yet all of them had managed to snatch the public's heart in some way or another. Were they aware of the archetypes and topes that defined them? How those categories simultaneously showed them off and enslaved them, like clamshell packaging? Vena quietly tossed the coffee in the trash without having taken a single sip and began maneuvering to the booths. She was ravenous for information regarding her new life, but suppressed her desires to interrogate every staff member behind a cool purple mask. 

After quelling her biggest questions, the green haired woman began storming out of the auditorium with newfound vigor. She quickly paced from hall to hall, annoyed at her inability to take notes due to fashionable women's clothing and functional pockets existing in opposite sides of the same spectrum. Vena decided on scouting out the heart of the area, the courtyard. In a walk that could be described as two parts relaxed and one part soldier, she made her way to the two silhouettes in front of her. She could dwell on the humor behind a person named vein being at the heart of something later. Right now she wanted to meet others and see what variety the world had to offer.

Vena smiled like somebody who learned it through a diagram and flipped her hair with a stiff, calm hand. 

[color=purple]"Having a good night?"[/color][/color]