Help with Samples! (Setting: Generic Jamjar)

[threatenwithcuteness]

Network Post 1

Hi!

*Look at this cute thing, she's very polite, and bubbly. Probably not all there given everyone is in a weird setting nobody could prepare for.*

I know everything is kinda weird, and a bunch of people aren't really people. We have robots, and a couple cat people, and a pony with great fashion sense, but I thought we should all take the time to share and get to know each other. So I thought we can each share some things about home, skills, or just cool things that you've been through.

If anyone needs help I'm a total wiz at editing now! Some nerds with dubious fashion senses helped me learn at home.

Network Post 2

Umm... is there anyone that knows anything about, um, fighting?

*Someone looks like they are trying very hard not to be scared. And they are succeeding at looking strong, not so much at not looking scared.*

See, I'm really cute, and fashionable. And nobody is better at organizing make-up and keeping track of social things. But here... there are a lot of really scary things, and some of them are nice, but a lot of them... aren't.

*She closes her eyes, breathes deep, and looks at the camera again.*

I'm not going to ever be as good at this stuff as most of you, but I don't wanna be useless when things get really tough. Not anymore. Okay?

Action Post 1

Lola milled around her shop. Well, not her's, but she had shaped it into what it was by working here. Changing things, making it better, nicer, more... effective. It sold clothes, and make-up, and helped anyone feel beautiful and like they were a prince or princess or... very pretty weird lizard thing.

It wasn't her's, not in name, but she made it her own. She felt very much like she belonged here, as much as she felt she belonged anywhere in this strange odd world she fell into.

Action Post 2

Lola scrambled through the window, then looked around the room. She quickly picked a heavy looking bookcase and wedged herself into the space next to it. Put her weight against the wall, slipped out of her heels, and worked the bookshelf over. It took a little time but eventually the heavy bookcase met its match and slammed down over the window. She sighed, picked up her shoes, "Now how to I get out of here..."

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[threatenwithcuteness]

*She was clearly afraid, but it didn't seem directed at the tall man she was in the room with. Yes, yes he was tall. Really really tall. But other than that he didn't look scary or dangerous. Less so with the comparison. There was still the briefest moment of hesitation, going with a stranger.*

*But he not only seemed as freaked out by the things outside, but she really didn't see any other options.*

Right. Why is the fireplace where we're hiding?

*She took his hand, her shoes still in her other hand because... heels. Not running in those if she can get away with being shoeless.*

[hisheadintheclouds]

[Arthur took her down one of the staircases to where the hidden room was. Closing the door.]

There's no windows here. They won't be able to see us. Plus the fire isn't going now, they won't suspect we're here.

[As they got inside the room he took a breath.]

Okay, those things made you think of sad things right? Those things will do that, try to think of something good. Something positive, believe me it'll help.