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[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[The setting: one of the rooms in the Arena. In the foreground, Sol stands, wearing nothing but what she slept in the night before—that is, a skimpy tank top and her underwear. She doesn't seem to particularly care about modesty, at least not at the moment. If you look closely at the background, you might notice a number of dresses strewn around.]

This a joke?

[Then, she looks away from the Vine and makes one of those little 'tch' noises. Her next words are growled under her breath.]

Still not going to that damn ball.

Comments

video;

[airof.livejournal.com]

[oh did you just say something] That one on the right! Try it on, try it on!

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

I don't wear dresses. [said forcefully, but her expression can't seem to decide whether it wants to be annoyed or just uncertain.]

[airof.livejournal.com]

[you can't fight this] Oh. Why not?

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[SHE WILL FIGHT AND KICK AND SCREAM AND I mean] Not as practical.

[airof.livejournal.com]

For a dance? But you'll look pretty!

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Wow, how subtle of them.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

You can probably go get some dirt if you need clothes that aren't pretty pretty princess. Though I guess you'd have to either go out in your skivvies or one of those things, depending.

I'm going to guess you're not big on sewing, or else you'd already be working with the situation.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

Got that right. [She rubs the back of her neck slightly, looking less annoyed and more thoughtful. Her tone is the same when she speaks next.] I'll figure it out. [First step: perform an exhaustive search for pants.]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Good luck.

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[permaretirement.livejournal.com]

You're not? Oh, but I'm certain you'd look beautiful, no matter the dress you chose.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[...What the hell is this.]

S'not about if I'll look pretty.

[permaretirement.livejournal.com]

But that's at least an added bonus, isn't it?

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[bluntly:] I don't wear dresses.

[lovelikelight.livejournal.com]

I have a similar problem. [Without her turtleneck, the seams at Epsilon's neck and shoulders show quite clearly that she isn't human.]

I'm sure you can find something to wear, but if you don't want to go, you certainly shouldn't have to.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[She eyes those seams, curious, but makes no comment.] Hn. So it's not just me? [She's not sure if that should make her feel better or what.]

Here's hoping.

[lovelikelight.livejournal.com]

It seems they're trying to encourage us to change. I wasn't planning on it.

I haven't found anything to wear yet--I'd feel a little strange in a dress. [She eyes the dresses surrounding Sol.] I'm guessing you feel the same?

I'm going to go. I thought it might be interesting.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

Looks like it.

[At the question, Sol just nods. Then, when Epsilon mentions that she'll be going, Sol reaches up and rubs the back of her neck a little awkwardly.]

...Have fun, I guess.

[Voice]

[rosa-di-fortuna.livejournal.com]

I think the one on the right would look perfect on you.

[voice]

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

...You too? [sob, her life]

[voice]

[rosa-di-fortuna.livejournal.com]

What? Did someone suggest that one, already?

[voice]

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

[Well, yes, but—] I meant—you trying to get me in a dress too?

voice;

[madaboutbaby.livejournal.com]

You might as well put something on. People can see you standing around in your underwear.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

You think I care?

[Despite her reply, though, she does switch from video to voice.]

[madaboutbaby.livejournal.com]

In that case, no, I don't.