somethingspecial: (♪ What part-a-party don't you understand)
[Rachel is at a booth -- specifically, a game of skee ball. The wooden ball is clutched in her hands and she looks woefully unsure of herself. However, the individual running the stand encourages her to take a shot, and so Rachel does, the ball racing along the wooden track to sink neatly into the outmost ring, earning Rachel a tiny beaded bracelet.

Her jaw sets into a scowl at the small prize before she slides another smooth stone towards the operator, earning another wooden ball. She takes another shot, but it goes awry, and it lands once more in the lowest scoring ring. She earns another gaudy piece of costume jewelry and the operator of the booth seems to tell Rachel to try something else, but Rachel Barbra Berry is on a mission now.

The feed continues for at least twenty minutes -- Rachel pushing another stone forward and earning another ball. She gets a heap of small prizes -- plastic rings, tiny stuffed mice, a pencil with a rabbit eraser on it -- but eventually, Rachel lines up, and sinks the wooden ball in the direct center, on her very last stone, to earn a prize of her choice.

She selects a blue bear with a star on his stomach instantly, accepting the bear and her prizes -- which the operator has put into a bag for her -- with the first bright smile she has worn in at least a week. She holds up the bear, to inspect it, and her smile turns slightly watery, but she puts on a brave face all the same, before she speaks to the booth operator.]


Gold stars are my thing, you know. I sign my name with a gold star -- because gold stars are a metaphor, and metaphors are very important. They're a metaphor for me being a star.

[She pauses before she hugs the bear to her chest, ignoring the operator's lack of interest in her statement in favor of smiling to herself.]

I think I've forgotten that, lately.

[She beams at the operator before wandering off, taking up her PCD, with her Care Bear, after tossing a friendly:]

Thank you!

[Over her shoulder with a hum as she moves to the next ride.]

31 [Video]

Jul. 4th, 2011 04:11 pm
Good afternoon, Adstringendum!

[Rachel is outside today, wearing a red shirt and a blue skirt, with white leggings and blue shoes. To the majority of Adstringendum, it appears that she's just wearing what she always wears, but to those that are hip to Rachel's tremendous amount of jive, she's rather... patriotic today.

She adjusts the PCD quickly before nodding firmly to herself.]


I do believe that should do it... well! For those of you that are American, today is Independence Day! And while the majority of you are not even from ... well, Earth or anything resembling it, I thought it would be appropriate for those to celebrate it accordingly. And back home, when I celebrate it, my dads take me to the parade, in which I sing the National Anthem, and we celebrate by eating Tofutti and vegan dogs -- but that is entirely besides the point.

[DEEP BREATH.]

The point is that I would like, very much, to sing it for you, so you may enjoy it for the beautiful song that it is, and so we can all share something of an Independence Day -- even if you aren't from America or Earth or the universe that I reside in.

[aka she's not going to give you a choice, adoring public. But to her credit, at least she sings the anthem beautifully and without error. And when she is done, Rachel gives a winning smile, before giving a curtsy, and the feed is shut off.]
somethingspecial: (♪ I got chills.)
[Rachel is lying outside, by the lake, enjoying the sunshine. She seems to have forgone her usual outfit of knee socks, skirts, and long-sleeved cardigans for something a little more weather appropriate -- shorts and a tank top -- with the very tips of her toes just barely in the lake.

Rachel, for once in her life, has decided to dress like a relatively normal teenager.

But someone else has seemed to notice that, too.

While Rachel is lying on her stomach enjoying the sunshine and taking a well-deserved nap, a small bundle of white fur is edging stealthily closer. The spy wiggles forward on its belly, sniffing experimentally, before the puppy digs its cold wet nose directly into the bare tan skin of Rachel's side.

Rachel immediately bolts upward with a shriek onto her knees, but the movement causes her to become unbalanced, and she falls backwards with a loud splash into the shallows of the lake.

The puppy sits on her towel, looking moderately pleased with itself.

Rachel, however, does not -- she pushes herself up with a sputter -- but the feed cuts out just as Rachel says -- ]


It was just a damn dog -- ?!

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