intro >> marnie burrell

[brightlywound]

This is Marnie! Most of you guys know her already and, while she might act very differently in this setting, she's still the same character deep down.

Marnie is a British actress who's been working in L.A. for the past several months on a SyFy fantasy series, Arcanus. (No, it's not like Game of Thrones.) Once the series went into post-production, she agreed to go on a book tour with one of her producers, Ms. Cook. They start their journey in Sydney, or, well, they would have.

Polite and cheerful, Marnie might seem like the perfect little ingenue, but she's just good at suppressing her true feelings. She'll espouse working as a community, respecting one another, keeping a stiff upper lip, but if you catch her when she thinks no one is watching, you'll see how unstable she really is.

Between projects, she takes care of her elder brother. Her parents are so very proud of Marnie, but treat Allen no better than a stray animal they'd taken in on a whim. The number one reason she's desperate to get off this island, more than her career, more than Ms. Cook's, is the desire to keep her brother from breaking down with worry.

She's got a handful of somewhat useful skills. She's nimble, coordinated and has an excellent memory. Her singing voice is quite nice as well, but what's that worth? Still, Marnie loves to entertain. Ask her for a song or a monolog and she'll probably try to organize a choir or a play.

tl;dr: Marnie is repressed, overly sweet, a caretaker, talented, and a ticking time-bomb.

Comments

[brightlywound]

You needn't patronize me. I know how to handle myself in public.

[bricolaging]

That was, what we on Earth like to call, a joke.

[brightlywound]

Sorry.

But... now you really are being patronizing...

[bricolaging]

You're right on that. Don't worry about it.

[brightlywound]

I won't.

[pause]

Your jokes ought to be funny from now on.

[bricolaging]

You're not the queen yet, Starlet.

[brightlywound]

It wasn't a command, only a suggestion.

[bricolaging]

Funny how you make the two sound alike. Nevermind it; we're both from the same country, now both stuck in La-la land. Might as well make the best of it, hm? Find some common ground.

This would be easier with a pint.

[brightlywound]

You're right. [shocked face of 'I CAN DRINK BEER AGAIN AND NOT WORRY ABOUT MY FIGURE']

I hadn't even thought of liquor... It would make all of this much simpler.

[bricolaging]

They keep champers in the plane, don't they? Champagne, little bottles of whiskey, that sort of thing. Makes me almost want to swim down and get some. I suppose we could try fermenting our own, like the cavemen did...eurgh.

[brightlywound]

Yes. From First Class you can see the metal cases they keep it in. It's hardly worth risking the sharks, though.

How desperate we've become. I suppose it is a project that we can occupy ourselves with.

[bricolaging]

Well. There's no guarantee of sharks. Unless you've got a cut or something, I'd think they might leave you be.

It's something, at least.

[brightlywound]

I'll help you with the distillery if you promise not to swim out in search of liquor.