[open] sometimes your words just hypnotize me

[fusshionable]

Who| Porrim + Shepard
What| Vaguely inappropriate blind spot activity.
Where| In a holding area beneath the city.
When| Backdated to immediately before the Tribute parade.
Warnings/Notes| Rated S for smooching.



There's been so much to do lately, so many things to prep--pre-interview interrogations, to put it lightly, final wardrobe checks, making sure everyone is where they're meant to be. And of course, Porrim's head is in the game, so much so that she's found herself focusing on little details over remembering the big picture. That being said, she's pretty sure she told all of Five's Tributes the correct meeting place for the Parade. Or at least the time. Maybe both. Or did she tell some of them the time and some of them the place?

So it's understandable if she's in a bit of a tizzy as she approaches the long, cold hallway where Five is meant to be meeting, so they can finalize their lineup and get ready to get into the chariots. And her tizzy isn't remedied by the fact that apparently, only one of her Tributes has shown up so far.

"Commander Shepard," Porrim calls respectfully as she approaches, surprisingly fast, on long legs made even longer by impossibly high heels. She's dressed in skin-tight leather pants and a long, flowing black blouse that's completely sheer to her bra underneath, her hair pulled up in a shining, coiled bun. She stops a few feet short. "I'm so glad you're here. I...don't suppose you've heard from the others?"

Comments

[earthborn]

"Not my fault of what's left of the team's only as punctual as they have to be."

Shepard's got more grease in her hair than she feels is strictly necessary, and is being extra blunt to make up for it. Then again, she's always kind of a bitch.

"That's a no," This last while actually turning to glance at Porrim, "Since we got time, wanna see something cool?"