<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://cdn1.iconfinder.com/data/icons/user-interface-colorful/48/user-512.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Real Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://snusercontent.global.ssl.fastly.net/member-profile-full/38/2736838_5892909.jpg)</div></div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Emily Meridian<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>That cute black dress that makes her feel comfortable and relaxed.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room to pod<br/><strong>Date/Time of Day:</strong>June 1st, 2021<br/><strong>Content/Trigger Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Emily, as was her long habit had arrived at the show complex a little early. After getting the guided tour of the facilities, she settled into her solo suite. The very first thing the little blonde did was open her windows, leaning her head out to get a good smell of the ocean. "Mmm. I love that smell, don't you? It's been far too long since our last trip to the beach, hasn't it?" Emily said to no one in particular. Of course... The beach had been a favorite activity with her girlfriend, roommate, and now ex in both ways. Thus the sand and waves and screaming birds had been slightly more painful than not for a while.<em>Fresh beginnings, a new start, a new adventure!</em>"Maybe I can get my new fiance to take us to the beach as a first date, huh? Won't that be something, getting engaged to a virtual stranger? I know mom thinks I'm crazy, and Dad, well, Dad is used to, quote, Emily being Emily. "<br/><br/>The petite woman occupied herself by drifting around the room, touching this, patting that, flopping on the bed for a minute before standing to rub her hands along all the pretty dresses she had brought. Then drifting around more, burning off some of the excited nervous energy, pausing occasionally to soak in the sun. How did she stay so pale if she so clearly thrived in the sunlight? Emily had her books, but was too worked up to stay so still.<br/><br/>The TV turning itself on startled her, causing a visible jump and a adorable squeak, lips forming what was clearly a curse. "Mm. Good thing there aren't cameras in the room, huh? That would be all over the internet the second the show aired.<br/><br/>Obviously" She said dryly, turning towards the TV. A couple of statements caused wiggled eyebrows, snorts, outright laughter, or scoffing noises. But at the end of the day, Emily was genuinely interested in the premise, and happy to be there. Though she probably would have named it Ten Days To Love or something.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, the blonde straightened her dress, wiggled her shoulders, shook her hands out. "Deep breaths, project from the diaphragm to the back rows, enunciate, enunciate, enunciate! Miss Meridian, there was no such thing as a Southern Drawl in Victorian England! Do try not to slur your words!" She laughed, clearly quoting someone. "She certainly sells several shiny seashells on the sea shore! Ok love, are you ready to meet the world? Show everyone your beautiful face?" Picking up a length of braided leather, Emily ran her hands lovingly over the raised head of a gorgeous grey Standard Poodle, before clipping the leash in place, heading down the Hallway of Destiny.<br/><br/>A brief consultant with a show assistant had Emily settled on the proper couch, a bowl of caramel popcorn, a glass of root beer, and a little plate of cheese, comfort food, placed in easy reach. "Lay on, Macduff, and damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!" The poodle looked utterly unimpressed, setting her head on the girl's lap as they waited for the first match. The televised meeting of hearts and minds. Emily ran her finger down the list of questions, pondering how this would go.  "At least we don't have to worry how our makeup looks, huh?" She grinned... It had been done by professionals, to look good on television, and not for the dates, who couldn't see her.