"No, I suppose that would be too good to be true." Trixie gave a dramatic sigh, a little concerned by his driving. She blinked at him in surprise, her eyebrows raising slightly in turn. "Oh? Sounds fun already." She said sarcastically. She listened to the rest of his explanation. "Reminds me of someone else I know. I'll deal with her if I have to, I guess. What's her name?" She asked boredly.

Matt could only glass over at her for a second as he drove, fnding it difficult to focus on both the erratic drivers in front and the girl insulting him subtly in the passenger seat. "just say my name with it why dont you" he huffed, turning down a quieter, thinner lane toward the venue. "Ava. She's, well..blonde. Thats about all I have to say about her. Blonde, 5'8 and again, a bitch. You'll just ave to spot her" he smiled, soon pulling into the large gravel drivway, greeted by another identical looking black glass building, only this time it was more dome shaped. He spotted who he had been talking about straight away, heading in through the doors. "ready?" he asked with a long exhale, turning the car off abuptly.

"I would, but that takes all the fun out of it." Trixie said playfully, toying with the hem of her skirt. She scoffed at his description. "Great, so basically like every model ever? Super helpful." She joked, looking nervously at the building and then at him. "No." She said honestly. "But I don't have a choice at this point. I'll just be the lower class 'model' everyone glazes over to look at any other one." She huffed, a sudden surge of regret washing over her as she got out of the car.

Matt frowned at Trixie's words as they both got out the car, gesturing for her to follow him as he started off across the gravel. He had made sure to park as far as possible from the doors, so at least she had more time to think over it before getting bombarded with shrieks by Kiara. Or, in her case, more time to overthink. "I think you'll do just fine." he mused, his words stumbling over his own thoughts. "If Kiara's friendly to you, I promise you'll be okay. The other models kind of have to respect her, what with her dad running the whole thing. Aside from Ava, its..different for her. She doesnt have much respect because she'll be gone soon" he said, stopping himself quite short of his sentences. The girl was on the brink of being pulled out her coma, and it was only a couple more days until that was made possible.

"Thanks." Trixie huffed, anxiously crossing her arms and staring worriedly at the building ahead. She turned to look at him while she listened, nodding until about halfway through. She gave him a confused, and then slightly alarmed look. "She... she doesn't have much respect because she's about to die? What the fuck?" She asked in confusion. She had, in all honesty, been ignoring almost everything the hospital lady said to her. She had been way more interested in getting clothes instead of a dressing gown. "How do you know?" She asked anxiously.

Matt looked down at Trixie mirroring her alarmed look, then putting his hands up in protest. "god no, thats not what i meant. actually, she'll be alive. not that we're dead. she'll just..wont be here" He stumbled greatly across his words, doing his best not to break the fact they were in a dream to her right before the event she was clearly nervous about. "dont worry about it, alright?" he added, gesturing for her to walk through the open doors, giving a small nod to the security before following. They were greeted by Stanley, who rushed them both to the hallway between changing rooms. "Forget about what i siad, and head in there. Kiara'll be in there" he smiled, before dipping into the mens changing rooms, rather quickly.

Trixie gave him a confused look. "What- so- huh? Will she- what-?" She stuttered, watching him anxiously. "Matt, how am I supposed to-?" She was cut off by security and Stanley, but she kept giving him a slightly concerned look. "Matt, wait- don't-" She huffed as she got a door to the face, feeling surprisingly abandoned like she had about an hour ago. She turned on her heel and shook her head, walking into her changing room and seeing Kiara almost immiediately. "Hey, Kiara." She huffed, shutting the door behind her.

Matt did his best to ignore Trixie as he dissapeared into the changing room, sitting himself down on the bench and pulling out his phone. He was all for being as rude and harsh to people as he cared to be, but the breaking the news to people about the dreamland was..different to him. It seemed to have an effect on everyone there. Kiara turned round at the mention of her voice, and gave a shriek, followed by a rather rushed but in depth hug. "You came! Are you okay?" She asked, her smile masked by a look of concern as she eyed Trixie. "You can speak while we get ready, though we have to be fast." She added, handing her a long black, skintight dress, with a cut up the side that was seemingly very long. "put this on. if you dont wanna change in front of us, just head into the cubicles, i dont mind" she chattered.

Trixie laughed and reciprocated the hug. "I'm okay, yeah. Excited." She smiled anxiously. Somehow, it seemed much easier to talk to Matt about her worries than Kiara. "Right, uhm, do I need to do something with my hair, or makeup or anything?" She asked, taking the dress with a slightly surprised look. She never really thought she could... pull off these kinds of dresses, but she didn't have an option now. Trixie shook her head. "I'm alright." In all honesty, she really wanted that cubicle, but she also didn't want to seem weak. All the models there were confident, and she had to at least pretend to be the same. She kicked off her heels and threw her skirt and blouse off, wiggling into the dress lightly.

Kiara nodded in agreement, watching as a couple of the other models left, having got ready. One of the being Ava, who looked Trixie up and down as if she had just stepped onto earth, barging her way past. Of all the models, Ava was rather..pretty. Scarily pretty. Kiara huffed and sat herself down, adjusting the dress she was in irritatingly. "unless its a serious photoshoot, we dont really bother with makeup. can i brush your hair though? its so prety" she asked, almost pleading. Whilst this was going on, Matt had left the changing rooms at a rather unfortunate time-right as Ava had. He let her converse about something boring or the other as they stood outside in the hallway, uninterested until she landed on Trixie. Or in her words, "the strange looking new girl" Matt frowned as she hit-talked her one way or another, though he didnt defend Trixie, as much as he wanted to. The walls were pretty much paper thin, and he could only pray they werent listening.