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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

[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.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. Thanks.