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(Repeating some text from my prior posting, now illustrated...)

"... and we call this 'the test room.' It's where we work on some of the newest stuff the boss comes up with. So- any questions?"
Robyn blinked, amazed at the chance to get a word in edgewise. "Umm- so what exactly will I do in the show?"

Marisol smiled, "Don't worry. You'll fit in. We're going to have you stand-in as an assistant for a few of the illusions until you get the hang of things. You'll figure out what you like, and do, best. For example, Hitomi's our escape artist- she's got nerves of steel. Like I said, Laurel likes getting sawn in half, as well as doing costumes. I'm the dance choreographer for the show."

"Well, which tricks do you do?..."

Marisol beamed. "Hehe- you know, you might call me a claustrophile. When there's a box, I'm usually inside it. Oh, hey Robyn- I know how you can help me!" She turned to the cloth-covered table in the middle of the room. "The Magician's just about got this one perfected and wants me to practice a bit."

Marisol whipped the cloth away. Beneath it was a black box, sitting on a metal table so highly polished, it reflected like a mirror. Robyn blinked, as Marisol continued: "Tada! Okay- climb in! Just kidding, this one's for me. The box is 30 inches square, but the sides are made of a bunch of smaller panels stacked together. They're all sandwiched between some really stretchy rubber."

"What's it do?" Robyn pondered.

Marisol beamed. "I'll show you!" She opened the top and the front. "Let me climb in..." She put one foot on the table. "Wait, these jeans are too tight, give me a moment." Marisol slipped off her sandals, then unbuttoned and peeled off her jeans. "I need a bit more flexability once things get started here." She hopped back up on the table and crouched down in the box.

Description
(Repeating some text from my prior posting, now illustrated...)

"... and we call this 'the test room.' It's where we work on some of the newest stuff the boss comes up with. So- any questions?"
Robyn blinked, amazed at the chance to get a word in edgewise. "Umm- so what exactly will I do in the show?"

Marisol smiled, "Don't worry. You'll fit in. We're going to have you stand-in as an assistant for a few of the illusions until you get the hang of things. You'll figure out what you like, and do, best. For example, Hitomi's our escape artist- she's got nerves of steel. Like I said, Laurel likes getting sawn in half, as well as doing costumes. I'm the dance choreographer for the show."

"Well, which tricks do you do?..."

Marisol beamed. "Hehe- you know, you might call me a claustrophile. When there's a box, I'm usually inside it. Oh, hey Robyn- I know how you can help me!" She turned to the cloth-covered table in the middle of the room. "The Magician's just about got this one perfected and wants me to practice a bit."

Marisol whipped the cloth away. Beneath it was a black box, sitting on a metal table so highly polished, it reflected like a mirror. Robyn blinked, as Marisol continued: "Tada! Okay- climb in! Just kidding, this one's for me. The box is 30 inches square, but the sides are made of a bunch of smaller panels stacked together. They're all sandwiched between some really stretchy rubber."

"What's it do?" Robyn pondered.

Marisol beamed. "I'll show you!" She opened the top and the front. "Let me climb in..." She put one foot on the table. "Wait, these jeans are too tight, give me a moment." Marisol slipped off her sandals, then unbuttoned and peeled off her jeans. "I need a bit more flexability once things get started here." She hopped back up on the table and crouched down in the box.