"I'm high maintenance, but I'm worth it." -- Lara Logan

--Euripedes (woah I'm getting deep)
 
Two things:
One, I started this before the onslaught of other storyboards as a lazy way to publish the information below without making an actual set. I have not jumped aboard the train. Sorry.
Two, I really didn't mean for this to be so dark and creepy because the character I imagined isn't and then it started coming together in my head as someone dark and creepy because this storyboard and goddamn it why do I listen to the X Files theme while making sets why?????? I am now terrified to turn around.
 
@ingrid This is what has come together in my mind tell me if it's dumb.
 
Name: Her Royal Highness Princess Seraphim Chloé Grimaldi of the United French Kingdom
Age: 20 (nearly 21, however)
Bio: The youngest daughter of the United French Kingdom's (consisting of what was once Monaco, France, Algeria, and Morocco) Royal Family, Seraphim is spending approximately a year on diplomatic appointment to Illéa for the sake of a declaration of allied governments. It is rather convenient she would manage to be in the palace the year of the Selection, as her closest friend is the prince's scorned lover, the Russian Princess Ivana. Whispers run on the lips of the staff that she is a saboteur as she creeps closer to the competition, inviting stray girls for tea in the gardens and showing up uninvited to official functions. The Queen would love more than anything to have her thrown out until the end of the Selection, but the King has enough sense not to destroy such an important alliance. The House of Grimaldi is rising from Europe's ashes, and thus Seraphim stays. An adrenaline junkie when she is not sneaking around the palace, (she neither confirms nor denies sabotage or at the very least espionage if directly confronted) she can be found in the pool or in her study, reading through (she does actual work, on occasion) diplomatic materials and doodling, or, if you're very lucky, you'll find her throwing a lavish party somewhere she shouldn't, flouting the rules.
Model: Tanya D

Family Members:
His Royal Highness King Albert Francis Grimaldi of the United French Kingdom
Age: 53
Relationship: Father
Model: Russell Crowe

Her Royal Highness Queen Victoire Madeleina Grimaldi of the United French Kingdom
Age: 48
Relationship: Mother
Model: Nicole Kidman

And then 5 sisters I'm too lazy to name

STAFF:
Aide: Technically that would be Sir Jonathan Edward Saxon Barker, the Illéan ambassador to the United French Republic (Kevin Spacey)
Maids: (her preparation team from home)
Vivienne Lysander (Daria Strokous)
Lys Rhys-Kherington (Anja Rubik)
Agnès Ulliel (Jacquelyn Jablonski)
 
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair color: Light Blonde
Eye color: Blue-Grey
 
EDUCATION AND SKILLS:
Language: French, English, Mandarin Chinese, Hakka Chinese, Russian
Highest level grade completed: University
Special Skills: Horseback Riding (she plays polo as well), Diving, Lying, Sailing

--Circe as a teenage girl in the 2000s (???)
 
This story is far from done but I thought I'd put up what I have to make up for being a lazy-arse. If you want in more, or later on, just mention it.
 
Nirvelli and Verona will be making and appearance, I promise. Also, sorry for the tag if your character is mentioned, like, once, and in passing. Seriously. Sorry.
 
Also, add paragraphs to the list of concepts that irritate me and I thus ignore.
 
18 MAY; Welcome back, girls! Settle into your cabins and then make your way to dinner at the mess hall where Circe will formally welcome everyone back. Afterwards, Xanthe's throwing a little welcome-back party of her own at the caves. It can be a dangerous hike out there and back to the main shore at night {especially if you're not quite sober}. Take care and go in pairs, as Keto would say!
 
There is something decidedly more annoying about Northern Hemisphere seagulls. Their screeches seem even more shrill than the ones I know from endless Aussie beach days, and they swoop dangerously close to passing heads. I flick one the finger without slowing my trek across the sand, dragging my huge trunk, some expensive Parisian brand my mummy dearest insisted on that makes me roll my eyes. She's behind me, in a flimsy white sundress and huge, floppy hat with a matching white bow, lugging my surfboard, specially painted with a sea monster by Cruz last year in consolation for my inability to surf. "Tanner, darling, that's not ladylike. And slow down. The ferry won't leave without you." She's wrong. If Keto's guiding, it certainly will. I mentally cross my fingers it's someone cooler. Like Anchises, who would terrify the slow old lady behind me. "Mum, it's not like you have to be here anyway. I can take care of myself."
 
I can practically hear her frowning, but I don't look back and she doesn't reply. Her heels are probably sinking into the sand with every step. She hates sand. Which is naturally why we live in a beach house most of the year. My mum hates a lot of things. Sand, my brothers bringing home girls, paparazzi, dead things, cane toads, my truancy record, and indulging it through Camp Circe. Every year I trade an Australian winter, school, finals, and all, to travel to some remote watery location to ride a glass bottomed ferry to my one true home. And this year, her insistence on walking me to said boat is going to make me late.
 
In the distance, I see Xanthe's unmistakably gorgeous frame, a neon backpack on her shoulders and a leopard print duffel swinging by her hips. An actual leopard walks next to her, following her down the rickety dock to the ferry. Dreadlocks. Keto. I groan, slowing my pace for a few seconds. "What is it, darling?" Despite the fact that my board is bigger than she is, my mum isn't even winded. Goddamn ninja movie she's been training for since March. I shake my head, not bothering to vocalize the multitude of reasons I terrorized and was terrified by Keto last summer. I like to affectionately call it The Summer I Found My Inner Hermes Or Something Dude, or TSIFMIHOSD for short. This year doesn't have a title yet, but rest assured, as I told Cruz in a letter, I'm working on it. And the winged sandals in the hidden compartment of my trunk may or may not play a role. "Someone you don't like, love?"
 
"Mum. Stop talking. We're nearly there." And indeed, we've reached the rotting wood slats that rise just high enough above the water. I pause at the steps, where a hastily made sign says in red paint: "NO MORTALZ BEYOND THIS POINT". It looks like Malibu's handwriting from that one time she wrote me a love fortune, but I can't be sure. All I remember of it is she told me I'd die alone with one cat and a multitude of pasta strainers. I don't even like pasta. "Uh. Bye. Have fun filming. I'll write... Or something." We don't hug goodbye, or kiss, or even smile, just awkwardly stare. Me and Australia's Best Movie Starlet Four Years In A Row. "Have a nice summer, Tanner." She hesitates for a moment before turning away, starting her walk back to the chauffeured car. I pick up the board she's dropped at my feet and sling it over one shoulder, shifting the trunk to my other hand and calling over my shoulder. "Hold up, Michelangelo! I gotta Instagram this beach!" From the end of the dock she scowls at me. A ninja turtle name for her mutant voice. Next I'm doing Donatello. I pretend I've decided against a social media update, as if I even have an Instagram, and run as fast as my sandy toes can carry me to the boat. Queen Dreadlocks makes a mark on her clipboard and climbs in, not bothering to help me throw my stuff on the deck with the multitude of other bags.
 
Xanthe is in this group, along with Hero and my bunk mate for approximately two minutes last year Rin. I settle down between the sight for sore eyes Cabin 4Ever Baby mate and Apollo's fave, waving cheekily to Dionysus' coolest kid. They pounce immediately, Hero squeezing me in a hug. We don't talk as often as we should, but on the first day of camp, everyone is your best mate. "Oh my gawd, I saw your mother's new movie, it was soooo good. How have you beeeeeen?" Her infectious enthusiasm is hard to resist. "Eh, you know. Pretty ace, mate. It's been hotter than balls down under though." She makes a face. "I can't wait to get an actual tan." Xanthe laughs. "You kids got nothing on me." She wags one gorgeously dark finger at us, and we sigh. "Sounds like someone's been spending too much time with Malibuuuuu!" Hero trills, and we all break into laughter. The three or so people I don't recognize stare at us. Keto pretends she doesn't care.
 
I can see the island in the distance, and make a mental note to thank Poseidon for the boat not being a total junker at sea and taking hours like it did last year. "So, ah, anyone know why Queen Dreadlocks Donatello is escorting us instead of some sexy pre-pig pre-Circe man?" In her place as captain, the not-sexy-man snorts. "I can hear you, Tanner. And no, this isn't boding well for the better summer you promised last year." I roll my eyes at my friends and jam my thumb in her direction, like, 'can you believe this woman?'. But one of the thirsty firsties had noticed the fact that the ferry's bottom is made of glass and the water below has real live actual not picture coral, and the attention is sucked away from me. My pre-arrival hijinks, or at least some miserable excuse for them, done, I close my eyes and lay back on the seat to finish the final twenty minutes in peace.
 
Which is of course what must be immediately ruined by the grating and screeching of the gang plank the second I start to ace the god yoga meditation stuff Tuna got me to do for a whole entire day last July. I open one eye to Xanthe's bum, her on tip toes reaching for her bag to exit, and promptly close it again, drifting slowly off the boat after Rin elbows me 'awake'. There's a welcoming party in the sand, the cabins spread along the water, assignments, which usually stay the same, posted on each. Xanthe and I drop Hero off at Cabin Uno first, with luggage large enough to rival my load, Rin staying behind with the counselor greeting committee on the dock. She's nice like that. It's lucky for us too, because good girls don't mix with our discussion as we head to Cabin Six. "I've got three bottles of crystal head I snagged from Mum, and at least two of absinthe I bought off eBay." The alcohol expert nods her happiness with my stash. "Good, I've got that infinite filling rum bottle from my dad and some Everclear. Plus Sharky is rumoured to have beer."
 
~And that's what I got, for now.

Wow when did it become five am?
 
Compressed version of events: I am now a law student.
Wow.

My thing about Martha Stewart has escalated from mere adoration to obsession.
 
... All I want for my birthday next week is her book Martha's Entertaining: A Year of Celebrations and some new mixing bowls.
 
What is wrong with me
WHY CAN'T I LIVE IN HER PERFECTLY ORGANIZED AND GODDAMN DELICIOUS WORLD??????

I can't tell if this is actually a good set and I like it or if I'm still trpping ballz on the Quebecois cough syrup I took earlier? (It's also three in the morning that's problematic too)
 
Guess who got diagnosed with late season flu? Yeah. This girl. Right here. I am going to die I swear to god I can't be living right now I must be a zombie.
 
Side anecdote about Adrianne Ho (omg if I have to sensor her last name I will kill someone) (no I don't thank jesus): I met her in Vancouver a few months ago, I saw her on the street and thought she was gorgeous, and I kind of casually walked up and told her that she was pretty because you can do that in Vancouver and not Montreal and she laughed and said yeah I'm a model and I asked her her name and she told me and then said she loved my piercings and then I went home and googled her and floated on clouds forever the end.
 
Don't care whether or not she's a 'real' model right now, to be quite honest.
 
Sirene La Croix ☪ TATTOO ARTIST ☪ (20)
Birthday - 4th July - Cancer
Hometown; New Orleans, Louisiana
Insert Bio Here
(Adrianne Ho)
TAKEN BY; @noceurs
 
IN CHARACTER
▪ How long have you been tattooing (or piercing)? What's your experience?
▪ How is your relationship with the Stark sisters?
▪ What do you expect to get out of working in CAT?
▪ Where do you see yourself in five years?

OUT OF CHARACTER
▪ Why do you think you should get the part?
▪ How active will you be?
▪ How inspired are you for this role?
 
This is coming, I promise. And her name makes much more sense later on I know it's kind of special snowflake-y right now but yeah it has meaning I promise

#no #thisisnotokay #areyoukiddingme
 
actually though I do see some benefits to hashtags
like I can tag my stories for my reference
 
#aislinth
 
coming soon/when existing doesn't hurt so much (still sicker than someone pretty sick, going to the doctor later)

Another remake of an old set.
 
I woke up this morning ridiculously ill and I've basically stayed that way. I have zero energy (this was in my drafts) and my stomach refuses to hold down anything and I'm five thousand percent sure some freakin' dwarfs have started a diamond mining operation in my head. Just kill me I don't want to be sick right now.
 

 
Postscript: You have no idea how excited I am for this movie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzJNYYkkhzc

deerest @lixi-bunny
plz come out of hiding
luv, yer pal summer

If you haven't joined this roleplay yet, you really should: http://www.polyvore.com/camp_circe_cc/group.show?id=160898
There will be hijinks and surfing and goddesses and Polyvore's best roleplayers. What are you waiting for?
 
Anyway, I started a playlist in the spirit of summer and reggae and beach parties and then I listened to @vampirkaninchen's in kind of tribute to Camp Circe and then I kind of got the idea that like Lilo and Stitch Circe has a thing for Elvis P. And then that became Chuck Berry and Jimmy Buffett and then of course the Beach Boys so if you feel moved by such a summery combination, I'd love you to listen
 
But like don't feel forced or anything
 
I am slowly, like, degenerating into like, you know, a valley girl
 
http://8tracks.com/belledujour/invincible-summer

In an attempt to avoid cleaning the mysterious rotting banana peel in the bathroom (seriously, I don't like bananas, and I've never seen my roommate eat one plus I'm pretty sure we don't even buy them, so it's very mysterious. And disgusting. I don't think I'll ever know where it came from, just that I have to get rid of it), I have made a storyboard for Tanner shamelessly stolen from @eleanorpennyweather and @ducktape.
 
It's a little more cluster-fucky and less pretty than theirs, but I would think Tan is pretty cluster-fucky herself.
 
So basically it fits her.