cena tee > cena croptop

Story/0BattleRoyale.fountain

@@ -17,6 +17,7 @@ RULES OF THE ROOM:
 - THE ROOSTER HOOD NEVER COMES DOWN. Not in the cornucopia. Not in combat. Not in the cookfire scene. Not at the finale. Not in the recovery area. Never. The disguise IS the character.
 - ROOSTER'S CODE (the quiet twin of Adrian's): he is a strict non-aggressor. From the first second in the bubble his plan is to initiate against no one, defend himself absolutely, end an attacker only while that attacker is actively trying to kill him, and otherwise withdraw toward the collapsing center of the shrink so he is simply the last one the wall hasn't reached. He never hunts, never bait-traps, never strikes the unthreatening. Every Rooster kill in the film is a threat already in motion against him (Noname's blade, Azure's lunge); the cliff and the cave read as a man who out-survived a kill-box, not one who worked it. He and Adrian are the two who refuse to become what Rain's arena is built to make them — Adrian says it aloud in the recovery bay.
 - AZURE'S KILLER-QUEEN STAND ("Killer Azure") deploys ONCE and only once, during the Azure+Adrian team-up against Ubear. Reserve it for impact.
+- AZURE'S WARDROBE (production lock): sleeveless **royal-blue Cena crop top** — bare midriff always out, Killer Queen silhouette intact. **Full-bleed print** stretched edge-to-edge across the fabric = the **BingQiLing** still — John Cena in a dark suit, smiling, holding a vanilla ice cream cone (`Story/ref/bingqiling for shirt.jpg`; fabric folds, not a centered chest poster, not CENATION vinyl, not a baggy long-sleeve tee). Never cover the midriff with a long shirt.
 
 PRODUCTION DESIGN: read `Story/Worldbuilding.md` BEFORE storyboarding. Quick version:
 - The court is **Catmull-Baroque passionately murdering Brutae** — raw concrete substrate, low-poly gilded procedural ornament bolted/carved on top, visible seams, amber rim on ornament / cool fill on concrete.
@@ -70,7 +71,7 @@ CUT TO:
 
 INT. THE COURTROOM - FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
 
-A single figure stands in a pool of spotlight on the stone circle below the throne: **AZURE.** Full ref-sheet form — **Killer Queen–derived** silhouette, **all skin head to toe:** porcelain-periwinkle hide, panel-like navy markings, gold-skull belts, cat-eared pointed crown skull, ice-mint slit eyes. Over that body, comically wrong: an oversized **royal-blue John Cena tee**. Sleeves baggy. The shirt reads **CENATION** in peeling vinyl. He is waving—theatrical, elbow-deep—at the dais.
+A single figure stands in a pool of spotlight on the stone circle below the throne: **AZURE.** Full ref-sheet form — **Killer Queen–derived** silhouette, **all skin head to toe:** porcelain-periwinkle hide, panel-like navy markings, gold-skull belts, cat-eared pointed crown skull, ice-mint slit eyes. Over that body, comically wrong: a sleeveless **royal-blue Cena crop top** — shredded midriff bare — the fabric printed **edge-to-edge** with the **BingQiLing** still: **John Cena** in a suit, smiling, holding a **vanilla ice cream cone**, stretched across the cloth like a custom all-over shirt, wrinkles following the folds. He is waving—theatrical, elbow-deep—at the dais.
 
 AZURE
 (brightly)
@@ -85,7 +86,7 @@ Yes! Thank you—
 RAINCLOUD (O.S.)
 I loved it enough to put you in it.
 
-A long, small beat. Azure's smile holds. Under the tee his blue skin might as well be carved — it doesn't give. Only the Cena shirt flutters, weakly.
+A long, small beat. Azure's smile holds. The bare midriff doesn't give — blue skin like carved porcelain. Only the Cena crop top shifts on his ribs, the printed fabric catching a weak flutter of light.
 
 AZURE
 (small)
@@ -119,7 +120,7 @@ He lets it land.
 RAINCLOUD (CONT'D)
 Prove your worth in the arena you dreamt, and we will talk about what a creature like you deserves.
 
-Azure, recovering, pivots—skekSil reflex—into a theatrical, over-deep bow. The Cena tee bunches awkwardly around his waist.
+Azure, recovering, pivots—skekSil reflex—into a theatrical, over-deep bow. The Cena crop top rides up at the ribs; the printed fabric creases.
 
 AZURE
 (radiant)
@@ -165,7 +166,7 @@ Raincloud appears on the outskirts again, but this time, he's gigantic in the sh
 RAINCLOUD (CONT'D)
 Disgraced ex-Mod. Highly esteemed and beloved court jester who originated the Royale. Will he survive long enough to return to his former glory?
 
-Azure preens. The Cena shirt catches the light unflatteringly. He loves it. Raincloud opens his mouth, unfurling his long tongue, and our view flies straight into his gaping maw. Promptly fade to black.
+Azure preens. The Cena crop top catches the light on the all-over print — unflattering, undeniable. He loves it. Raincloud opens his mouth, unfurling his long tongue, and our view flies straight into his gaping maw. Promptly fade to black.
 
 CUT TO:
 
@@ -395,7 +396,7 @@ The far end of the staircase lands in the colosseum's lower ring, in the **shado
 
 A broad, low section of the **bubble's crystalline shell** shimmers — the blue holographic bleed intensifying along a vertical seam — and resolves into a **TALL DOOR-SHAPED APERTURE**, positioned so the front-row bleachers hang directly above it. Rippling. Waiting. Tiny — from here — with distance.
 
-Azure exhales once, shoulders squaring under the Cena tee. Starts down the stairs.
+Azure exhales once, shoulders squaring under the Cena crop top. Starts down the stairs.
 
 The others follow, not in formation — a loose, irregular file. Adrian second, hand on pommel, posture bored. Agate next, wings held high and tucked. Ubear after her, fez crooked, arm gears clicking. Rooster behind Ubear, hood up, hem already sweeping the treads. Noname after Rooster, antennae flat. Jenni polite, tablet clipped into a small shoulder rig. Starboy in a little half-skip, last chew swallowed, eyes bright. Beanie bringing up the rear, grin unbothered.
 
@@ -413,7 +414,7 @@ CUT TO:
 
 INT. THE COLOSSEUM - UNDER THE BLEACHERS - CONTINUOUS
 
-The aperture up close. It looks like nothing — a sheet of blue breath, faintly distorting the forest colors on the far side. Azure stands in front of it, Cena tee catching the rim-light, periwinkle silhouette rigid. Behind him, the others in their loose file.
+The aperture up close. It looks like nothing — a sheet of blue breath, faintly distorting the forest colors on the far side. Azure stands in front of it, Cena crop top catching the rim-light, periwinkle silhouette rigid. Behind him, the others in their loose file.
 
 Above them, through the gaps in the bleacher benches, we glimpse chorus feet — hooves, claws, sneakers, a pair of tiny pirate boots — shifting. They appear to be massive from here, due to the evident scaling effects of the bubble. The giants in the audience are *right there*, directly overhead, waiting. The contestants do not look up.
 
@@ -618,7 +619,7 @@ INT. FOREST - CLEARING UNDER A FALLEN OAK - A LITTLE LATER (GAMETIME ~0:30)
 
 /* The Ubear Gambit. The altruist alliance has settled into a smaller clearing — a fallen oak crossing the space as a low wall, creek close enough to hear. They're still working out what they are. Ubear crashes the party. */
 
-Azure sits on the oak, short sword across his knees, Cena tee gathered up at the middle in a clumsy knot so it won't catch on the sword. Beanie crouches nearby, sharpening one of her knives against the other. Starboy is on his back in the moss, small axe balanced on his stomach, galaxy eyes up at the leaves. Agate stands watch at the far edge of the clearing, wings folded, head tilted to the sounds of the woods.
+Azure sits on the oak, short sword across his knees, Cena crop top hitched above the belt line so the hem won't catch on the sword — midriff still bare. Beanie crouches nearby, sharpening one of her knives against the other. Starboy is on his back in the moss, small axe balanced on his stomach, galaxy eyes up at the leaves. Agate stands watch at the far edge of the clearing, wings folded, head tilted to the sounds of the woods.
 
 Off in the distance, Noname climbs a tree, watching the group intently.
 
@@ -1160,7 +1161,7 @@ Ubear.
 UBEAR
 *Run.*
 
-Azure runs. Not cowardice — shock. The short sword still in his hand, pointed wrong, Cena tee catching on a branch as he goes.
+Azure runs. Not cowardice — shock. The short sword still in his hand, pointed wrong, Cena crop top catching on a branch as he goes.
 
 Past Beanie at her tree. Beanie has stood up. Beanie is watching. Beanie does not raise her knives. Azure meets her eyes for exactly one beat as he passes her.
 
@@ -1663,7 +1664,7 @@ EXT. FOREST - EAST SIDE - CLOSING IN (GAMETIME ~11:00)
 
 The cave at the base of the east cliff is one of the few landmarks still inside the shrinking perimeter. */
 
-Azure pushes through brush. Green sword in one hand, his own short sword discarded. Cena tee torn in one shoulder. The aura-wall is close behind him — so close that an old stump, passed by two strides ago, is just now being overtaken. It dissolves in a small blue poof as the wall rolls over it.
+Azure pushes through brush. Green sword in one hand, his own short sword discarded. Cena crop top torn in one shoulder. The aura-wall is close behind him — so close that an old stump, passed by two strides ago, is just now being overtaken. It dissolves in a small blue poof as the wall rolls over it.
 
 He crests a small rise. Below him, the cave.
 
@@ -1973,7 +1974,7 @@ Rooster steps neatly aside. A second arrow — pulled and nocked while the first
 
 Azure folds.
 
-He goes down sideways against the stone. Cena tee rucked up around the shaft. One last porcelain-periwinkle glint off the cat-eared crown as he falls.
+He goes down sideways against the stone. Cena crop top rucked up around the shaft. One last porcelain-periwinkle glint off the cat-eared crown as he falls.
 
 He poofs.
 
@@ -2041,7 +2042,7 @@ INT. RECOVERY BAY - BACKSTAGE - CONTINUOUS
 
 /* The recovery bay. A long, high-ceilinged concrete gallery — Catmull-Baroque ornament bolted to the structural slabs at shoulder height and up; the upper reaches still raw Brutae. Eight RESTORATION NICHES along one wall — stone alcoves framed in low-poly gilded arches, each with a soft blue pulse at its base. Seven of the niches are already occupied: Agate, Starboy, Noname, Jenni, Ubear, Adrian, Beanie — all standing in their niches as the last of the reconstitution mist knits them back together. They are whole. They are rattled. They are alive. They are wearing exactly what they were wearing when they died.
 
-The eighth niche is just now reconstituting. A blue mist settles into the shape of a porcelain-periwinkle humanoid silhouette with a ridiculous Cena tee. */
+The eighth niche is just now reconstituting. A blue mist settles into the shape of a porcelain-periwinkle humanoid silhouette with a ridiculous sleeveless Cena crop top — bare midriff, BingQiLing ice-cream print edge-to-edge. */
 
 Along the wall, the conscious dead.
 
@@ -2097,7 +2098,7 @@ He stops in front of him.
 
 Reaches into the inside breast pocket of his white jacket. Produces a small, flat, metallic **mod badge**, enameled in the same green as the sword.
 
-He pins it, one-handed, on the Cena tee. Casual. Like he has done it a hundred times. Maybe because he has.
+He pins it, one-handed, on the Cena crop top. Casual. Like he has done it a hundred times. Maybe because he has.
 
 ADRIAN
 (quietly, to Azure, as he pins it)