Meg Giry, are you a dancer? Then come and practice.

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I'm utterly useless when it comes to entries this week, sorry about that. Dance class was good last night and I agreed to be one of the donation basket-bearers at the performance Friday night. We're all dancing the show to help raise funds for tsunami relief. We did some rehearsal last night and ended up running "Hinko" twice through. My arms are protesting it acutely today. That number is just the most physically challenging dancing I've ever had to do, and it's all pretty much upper body and arm work. Ow.

I have my concerns about doing this at Straw Hat, the venue holds some seriously mixed memories for me, but after the Flamenco Society fiasco I figure I can pretty much handle it. Just have to avoid getting my veils in someone's pizza.

Just to liven things up a bit, and because I liked the question I posed to ravenmb so much I had to share it, I'd be fascinated to see some responses to the following:

You were on that ill-fated flight from Sydney to LA and find yourself on Lost Island, do you remain on the beaches of Sayidistan, or head to Cave Town? Who do you end up befriending? What survival skills do you bring to the table? What is your deep dark flashback secret? And what item from your luggage are you the most desperate to find?


Most creative answers win!

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'Cause Raven told me to

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My own response to the question:

Much as I would want to hang with Sayid (and I would) I'd head for Cave Town because I am all about creature comforts and lots of fresh water. I imagine I would probably bond at least somewhat with Sun (as a vegetarian it would be in my best interests to hang with a person who knows how to grow things and what not to eat), and definitely with Hurley and Charlie.

My survival skills include a decent understanding of first aid and wound treatment, plus as a
vegetarian I've got a good understanding of alternative protein sources and would make it my job to track them down. You can't count on those clever boar forever, you know?

My deep dark flashback secret is that I'd spent most of my early 20's as the mistress of several older, outrageously wealthy investment bankers and after
ending each relationship, began a lucrative career in blackmail. The transactions were being handled through an account I had set up in LA (and
subsequently funneled through a variety of other dummy accounts throughout the world). One of my former lovers passed away and his daughter found some of the blackmail letters I'd written and made it her life's mission to track me down.

I'd been living in New Zealand for the previous 5 years, when I received a message from the daughter that she knew who I was and what I'd been doing, and
had plans to contact the police...unless I cut her in on half my ill gotten gains. I was to meet her in LA, or more precisely, to meet with the man I'd
hired to kill her, when the plane went down.

I am most anxious to get the letter from the daughter and the contact information of the man I'd hired to eliminate the problem for me.

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'Cause Raven told me to

You're smimming in a lagoon fairly close to 2 million points for that. Wow, a thong....