GBG Session 17: Primped and Proper

<Darkling> It's the last day of October. You're at school, and everyone is ecstatically running around with laughter. There's even some kids in costume already, all prepared for the dance tonight. The cutout leaves adorn the hallways amidst dried corn stalks and bundles of hay, well, replicas of them at least.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja is far less enthusiastic than most, slouching and regarding the area with a weary look. If she tried a little harder she might actually be able to glare.
Corrin doesn't share the general mood. As a matter of fact, he's been fairly quiet recently, almost sullen.
Wilhelm_Faustus spends most of his time with his chin in his hand, staring out the window with a contemplative expression.
<Darkling> Most of the dome has been repaired by now, though some snow still remains on the ground, trees and buildings outside.
Rasia licks her lips, fidgeting and whining, eyes darting to the door every few seconds. Expecting an earthquake there, Lassie?
<Darkling> You're in science class right now, and the teacher is having you watch and old Halloween horror movie rather than do any lessons. It seems like it'll be a pretty relaxed school day.
<Rasia> Relaxed for you, maybe.
<Darkling> The Headless Horseman terrorizes Ichabod on the screen, flaming pumpkin head and all.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja watches, only mildly interested. The aesthetics weren't bad, but it didn't have anything on videos of war crimes in progress.
Corrin watches the movie, most of his mind elsewhere. He's slumping in his seat.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A glance around the classroom, then toward the teacher. Hm. Now is as good a time as any. He stands, slipping his backpack over a shoulder.
<Rasia> "Rr?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A look to Rasia...did he just wink? Then he's skirting the end of the classroom and slipping out into the hall.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> After a while Lahja's interest grows a little. She's completely imagining the pumpkin head as an actual severed head. Her father's? Dr. C's? Decisions, decisions...
<Rasia> What about Corrin's?
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Not as dramatic. The brains can't splatter when the head is thrown against something solid.
<Darkling> The teacher in the corner of the room grading papers sure didn't notice you Wilhelm.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Then out the door and off to freedom!
<Rasia> The Israeli squirms, and begins chewing on her pencil.
<Darkling> The hallway is vacant of people.
Corrin 's head might well be severed for all the attention he's giving the movie. Looking away from the screen and at the darkened wall, he sits up a bit, frowning.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Good, good. Time to put that information his contact slipped him to work.
<Darkling> Where to then? You won't be able to connect to the base servers from school.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Two options present themselves. The base, or Lit's room.
Rasia leans over to Lahja, giving her a gentle prod in the kidney.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Hard to say where Lit is, exactly, so it's off to the base. There should be plenty of terminals he can use.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> No...wait. He slows to a stop. He isn't a pilot now. His access is restricted.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja almost falls out of her chair, snapped out of her daydreaming. "Yes?" She whispers quietly, looking to Rasia.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he considers his options. Okay, back to the apartment for now, then. If Lit is there...well...SEELE trained him for stealth and infiltration.
<Rasia> "Halloween...costume. And...dance. Yes?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja nods. "Yes. I'll help you with the costume when it's time, but you're on your own for the dancing."
<Darkling> The volume on the screen suddenly bursts up as the Horseman tosses the flaming pumpkin head seemingly at you with a horrific cackle.
<Rasia> Crap... Okay, don't panic, Raz. How would a person solve this... She looks over at her tablet. !
Corrin looks around sharply at the noise, then grabs his neck with one hand, wincing.
Rasia mutes her tablet, pulling up videos of dances. Teach me things, magical box.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He makes his way through the streets of the dome, aiming for the apartment. Damn this weather, let the snow back in!
<Darkling> The ground outside is a bit slushy as the environmental controls are taking over again. A car drives past splashing water and slush at you.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> The noise doesn't warrant much of a reaction from Lahja beyond a brief turn of her head to glare at the television. "It's supposed to be a social event. Aside from dancing you can talk about things you don't care about with people you don't care about and look like you're having a good time."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ...you BASTARD! I should crush you with-- whoa. Calm down.
<Rasia> That gets a weird look, Lahja.
Corrin reluctantly goes back to watching the movie, rubbing his neck as the screen flashes.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "You could just stick to dancing and eating, I guess. If someone says hello to you, say hello back and smile at them."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He wipes a hand down his face as he marches on, emotions and expressions wiped away with the slurry on his face. That was part of the first's problem, and we won't be like him.
<Rasia> "Hello." She practices with a wave, and smiles. ...no, how about we don't do that last part.
<Darkling> At least there will be a change of clothes at home Wilhelm. Only a dozen more blocks.
<Darkling> The movie in class ends, and the screen turns off, lights flaring back up.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He picks up his pace.
Rasia blinks several times to let her eyes adjust.
<Darkling> The bell rings a moment later, letting everyone out.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He finally breaks into a run. Lit has to pick up the others! That'll give him a brief window. Ha! Excellent!
<Darkling> The other students head onto their next class.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Try like this." Lahja makes a cute, delicate wave to Rasia and puts on a very small smile as she rises.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> No...no...science was before lunch, wasn't it? He was out of sorts...too long away from Loki? Well...that was an odd thought. He frowns, pace slowing back down.
<Rasia> Hrm... She tries again. At least she isn't baring her teeth this time. This must look odd, a pair of girls waving at each other.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "That's better. We can practice a little more at lunch." And then she wanders off.
<Darkling> You three are the last in the class.
Corrin blinks, looking away, then remembers to pick up his bag as he heads off after Lahja. Off to lunch.
Rasia follows the other two, resuming her dance-study.
<Darkling> The cafeteria is packed with assortments of decorations from pumpkins to scarecrows, ghosts, ghouls, goblins, witches, zombies, and even fake web with spiders along the ceiling.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> After retrieving her lunch Lahja makes her way off to a relatively isolated spot. Students getting eaten by trolls was good for that. She motions for Rasia and Corrin to follow.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He steps into the elevator and hits the button to take him up to their floor.
<Rasia> She does, if only because Lahja is a warm, moving body.
<Darkling> The elevator rises up, opening to the quiet apartment.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He steps out quietly, hearing already straining for any signs of Lit's presence.
Corrin stares at the scene from the doorway, then waves back to Lahja, heading over with a lunch. He looks slightly more upbeat.
<Darkling> There's no sign of him, must be at the base today.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He continues to be caution as he makes for Lit's room, pressing an ear to the door. Paranoia, maybe?
<Darkling> All the lights are out, and not a peep to be heard.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Corrin, would you mind pretending we're at the dance and you're approaching me to make conversation?"
<Darkling> Grundi waddles by the pilots in the lunchroom, wearing a pig costume, and chewing on some jerky as he carries a tray of food.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Lets try the doorknob, then.
<Darkling> It clicks open to the empty room.
<Corrin> "Um...sure." Corrin replies as he puts his tray down, slightly baffled. "Hey, Lahja."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Hm. He flicks on the switch as he steps inside, squinting until his eyes adjust. Hm, last time he was in here... ...best not to think about it. He aims for the cumpter setup instead, and sits.
Rasia sits attentively, a little quicker on the pick-up than Corrin.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Hello, Corrin!" Lahja smiles and responds in a tone of forced cheer, though she looks a little irked at Corrin. As a result her smile ends up being much more like the manic grin she sports in combat.
<Darkling> his movement seems to flicker the computer to life, and the screen comes up to a log in.
Rasia cocks her head, frowning. Hrm.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Damn, that figures. He sits back to consider what to do for a login and password, eyes roaming over the pictures sitting on the desk.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> His brow furrows and he sits forward, snatching up one of the pictures. An older Rasia...ah. Only one explanation there.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> So this is what she'll look like as she grows up?
<Darkling> Or her mother.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ...no kidding. Exactly what he was thinking.
Corrin looks back at Lahja. "Um...it's pretty dark in here."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He flips the picture over and opens up the back. Maybe there’s a name on the back of the photo.
<Darkling> No writing to be seen.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Oh well. He puts the picture back and returns to staring at the screen. Lets try...
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Corrin. Can you act like you're interested in me and want me to dance with you?" Her smile fades.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ...this! He pulls out the USB stick given to him by his contact. He'll just pop this in and see what happens.
<Corrin> "I am!" Corrin protests.
Rasia blinks.
<Darkling> A black prompt appears on the screen, code rolling down line after line as it goes to work. A few other windows pop open and close and within mere moments the desktop is up.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "... I'll pretend you commented on how nice I look instead of complaining about the dark." She forces a smile and pinches her own cheeks a bit, giving herself a short lived appearance of having a blush. Then she tries to look coy and giggles.
Rasia testingly pinches her own cheek, a tango playing out silently in her lap as she stares at this...odd lesson.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Lets get to work, then. Lit has access to the NERV database from here, as well as more specific access to EI. Lets give both a try.
<Darkling> Both pull up with ease, that prompt working for you in the background filling in any information required.
Corrin shifts in his seat, feeling awkward as he looks at Lahja. "Um...right. You look nice."
<Darkling> *ahem* There's a roguish looking Kurt standing beside Corrin. "I do believe he means you look radiant, your highness." He says, flourish a bow to Lahja.
<Rasia> Vot.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Lets start with information on SEELE first then, work our way from there.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Thank you, Kurt." Lahja nods, flashing Kurt a brief but genuine smile. "Nice costume, but not what I was expecting."
<Darkling> "Well, a giant robot costume wouldn't fit in the school, so Robin Hood it was. Will you be attending the dance tonight?"
<Darkling> Huh.. that's interesting Wilhelm.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He leans back in his seat, staring at the screen. He couldn't frown deep enough.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Maybe. I haven't made up my mind yet." Lahja looks thoughtful and slightly haughty, seeming to get into the role a bit. "So many obligations, so little time..."
Rasia looks over at Corrin.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ...that actually brings us to our next search. Rasia Jarah.
<Darkling> "I would be rather obliged if the fair lady would gift me with her presence by my side tonight at the dance." He seems a lot more confident in costume.
Corrin turns in his seat, looking at Kurt. "You done? Because we were talking here."
<Darkling> Her profile comes up on the screen.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Despite your social error your offer shall be considered, noble Kurt." Another haughty look, but she also seems amused. She turns for a moment to stage whisper to Rasia. "Kurt's doing a better job of it."
Rasia nods quietly.
<Rasia> Why does this scene feel so familiar...
<Darkling> "I thank you for your consideration, and apologize for my rudeness fellow sir. I shall take my leave now." He heads off, fake bow and quiver bouncing on his back.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "... He didn't even get his error." Lahja slumps and lets out a sigh.
Rasia scratches her cheek.
Corrin scowls, picking at his lunch. No sniffing. "That guy's useless." he mutters, viciously stabbing an innocent piece of food with his fork. "And the hat makes him look like a target."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "He's a good artist. I was thinking of having him draw me sometime. Anyway, Rasia, if you're going to be a princess tonight, you've got to remember two things."
Corrin stabs the food again, then looks up sharply. "It's tonight?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Oh...fuck. Laughter bubbles out of him, because he doesn't know how else to react. There's no way this was all real, was there?
Rasia leans forward, listening intently.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "If you are a princess, a proper gentleman seeking to gain your attentions will gently take your hand and lean over to kiss it as a greeting. If they don't do that they're not worth their salt. And two, if they get frisky, it's perfectly acceptable to knee them in the groin."
<Rasia> "..."
<Rasia> "...Okay."
Corrin is half-heatedly knifing the cafeteria food, still scowling, attention on the other two.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "You can make an exception for Wilhelm, because... you know..."
<Rasia> "...kissy?"
<Darkling> A squeal as Grundi runs past in pig costume, a jock chasing him with a towel and laughing.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Kissy." Lahja nods solemnly.
Rasia nods as well, her head snapping around to watch the chase scene. Well I'm not in costume yet...
Corrin turns to look at the chase, still holding the knife. "Who's that idiot?"
<Darkling> He runs past again, letting out another squeal, sweating heavily from the effort and the thick wool costume.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja shrugs. She grabs a handful of food, tossing it down on the floor in the path of whoever's chasing Grundi. "Maybe they'll break a leg now. Maybe not."
<Rasia> "Rah!" This time the jock gets a headbutt to the stomach.
<Darkling> He rolls on the ground... "oooough..."
<Darkling> Well he might not have broken a leg, but Rasia likely broke some ribs.
Rasia rubs her head. Hehehehe.
<Rasia> "Predator." She thumbs to herself. "Prey." Down at the jock. --wait, no, that isn't something people do...stupid, stupid, stupid Rasia...
Corrin stands up, remembering what happened to Useless repeatedly. "Rasia..." Corrin protests, then shrugs. "Your head alright?"
<Darkling> A couple people help the jock up and take him off to see the Nurse.
Rasia bites her thumb, looking around. "Not...sure." Corrin finally gets an answer.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I think that was great, Rasia."
<Rasia> "But...not people." A conjunction, even?
Corrin nods in agreement with Lahja. "Yeah. Just punch him next time, though."
Rasia kicks at the ground, picking up her tablet.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "There's a little bit of wiggle room when it comes to people messing with friends and family, even if it causes trouble." Then she quickly adds. "Not that I count Grundi amongst my friends or family, but you get the idea."
<Rasia> "Mrf."
<Corrin> "He ran pretty fast." Corrin comments, sitting back down, then starting to eat.
<Darkling> The bell rings signalling the end of lunch. Onto your next class.
Rasia wanders on in, back to staring at various forms of dance.
 <Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja moves off to class, her mood better already.
Corrin swallows the bite, drops his fork with a sigh, then heads after the others.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> His fingers drum against the keyboard.
Corrin jogs after the others, backpack in hand, looking slightly cheerier than when he went in. Must have been the violence.
<Darkling> It seems like another easy class, the teachers not wanting to work today either. Another movie! The lights dim down.
Corrin slumps in his seat.
<Darkling> That class passes, the movie rather uninteresting. Onto another class, then finally onto Gym.
<Rasia> Oh dear.
Rasia stretches out her arms, jumping in place, an undeniable bit of eagerness on her face.
Corrin grins. Then his stomach grumbles. The grin weakens a bit.
<Darkling> The teacher has you playing a rather loose game of dodge-ball today.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja takes it easy, not feeling especially competitive. It's just not the same as shooting things.
Rasia hurls the ball across the gym, aiming for some poor girl on the volleyball team.
<Darkling> She manages to catch the ball, tossing it back with less fury.
Corrin throws himself into it as usual, throwing balls and running.
<Darkling> Poor Grundi is assaulted with balls from all angles. Why the gym teacher even let him participate in his costume was a mystery.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> This amuses Lahja. Just a bit.
<Darkling> *Bing* was the the elevator Wilhelm?
Corrin is too busy running to notice. A throw...
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He yanks the USB stick free and closes all of the windows before slipping out of Lit's room, switching the light off as he goes.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Well...it seemed he was done looking anyhow. How could he really top what he'd learned.
<Darkling> You can hear Lit humming in the kitchen and dropping off a few things. He must be getting ready before going to pick you up from school.
<Darkling> A ball bounces off Rasia's ass. A clumsy throw from a teammate? Looks like no one wants to fess up to it.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> No way he'll make it back to school in time. He yanks off his shirt and drops it by his door, mussing his hair some before walking into the common room.
Rasia growls, whipping around, but wanders off the field, still looking for the perpetrator. My butt isn't that big...
<Darkling> Lit's got a massive sandwich half in his mouth as he stares at you Wilhelm. "Mhflm?"
<Corrin> "Can't hit me!" Corrin taunts, scrambling for a ball.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...I wasn't feeling well. It's getting hotter with the hole in the dome closing." He did look rather sweaty. He stops to scoop up Hel.
<Darkling> Lit swallows. "Alright... you should go rest, there's a fan in the hall closet you can use." He looks at his watch. "I've got to go in a few minutes to pick up the others."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Say that when I've got a paintball gun, Corrin. Lahja watches him run off.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A nod and he wanders off with Hel to get the fan.
Rasia plops down, picking up her tablet. Ballroom dances look really hard...
Corrin is still grinning as he heads to his team's offside.
<Darkling> A few more balls fly through the air, not too many people left on the court.
<Darkling> With only fifteen minutes to spare in the period, the teacher tosses another dozen balls onto the court and yells for everyone to have a free for all.
<Darkling> Lit finishes his sandwich and heads out the door, you're alone again Wilhelm.
Corrin runs for the nearest with a yell.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja kicks into high gear at that, running around and tossing balls at whoever happens to catch her eye at a given moment.
Rasia glances up, but resists the impulse, switching over to--wow flamingo dances are...bodily.
<Darkling> The bell finally rings, time to head home.
Corrin stops halfway back to the offside, and straightens.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> One final ball thrown and then Lahja is off and happy about it.
<Darkling> Lit is outside waiting in the APC for you.
Rasia clambers into the APC, engrossed in a Finnish dance.
<Corrin> Corrin salutes on reflex, then heads inside after the distracted Rasia.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja settles back down into a quiet mood once she's in the APC. She closes her eyes and leans back in her seat.
<Darkling> The APC rumbles away, taking you all home. Lit sets about to making a meal, leaving you to your devices and to get prepared for the dance.
Rasia closes down her videos, running in to find Wilhelm and tackle the boy.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Tackle successful, it was super effective! You're now laying on top of a shirtless Aryan, pinned to his floor.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja prowls about in her room, pondering whether or not she wants to go through with it. She sighs quietly as she picks up a pair of scissors and idly toys with them.
<Rasia> "..." She sits up, prodding at his chest.
<Darkling> "Anything you want to talk about Lahja?" Ivy's sitting on the floor, her mattress gone and all her possessions packed.
Corrin paces the apartment, thinking.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Hm?" Is his only response, looking up at you.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja plops down on the floor, still playing with the scissors. "I'm just in one of my moods. Parties are always a little weird for me."
<Rasia> "Naked. Why leave?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Not naked, just missing a shirt. I left because I had something to do, a bit more important then suffering thought old Halloween movies."
<Darkling> "Oh, it can't be that bad. You even get to dress up for it." She nudges you with her elbow. "You don't think it'll be fun?"
<Rasia> "Spy?" She's getting pretty sharp.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He smiles a bit and lets out a weak laugh. "Yeah, pretty much."
<Rasia> A quiet nod. "Dance?"
Corrin finally gives up pacing and heads for the kitchen, looking for the Captain.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I've been to a few parties before." She seems intent on staring at her scissors. "They always make me feel weird and isolated. Just a quirk of mine, I guess."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "With you? I wouldn't miss it."
 Rasia :3's.
Rasia scratches her cheek, switching gears to a frown. "Tell...me...next time."
<Darkling> "You can still enjoy the party. What is your costume?!" She grins at you.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Of course, sorry." He sighs, then props himself up on his elbows. "I'll make sure you know next time."
<Darkling> Lit's busy with the cooking. Looks like quite the meal for tonight. he shoots a smile at Corrin.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I'll show it to you." Lahja moves over to her closet, taking out a dress that looks much like the fabled dress of Alice. "I've got some accessories to go with it, and I'll be making a few modifications for aesthetics."
<Corrin> "Sir. I have a question."
<Darkling> "I imagine it will look good on you. You wouldn't mind modeling it for me, would you?"
<Darkling> "What can I help you with Corrin?"
<Rasia> Wilhelm gets a kiss, and Rasia crawls off to learn more about dances, and join the other two girls.
<Corrin> "What's a dance like?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I will. On one condition."
<Darkling> "Alright."
<Darkling> An odd question gets an odd look from Lit, Corrin. "Well, we didn't really have big dances where I grew up. We used to gather around a bonfire back home and dance and be merry all night long. Couples would mingle together, and the sort. It was a joyous occasion."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja's off to her closet. She retrieves her dollish dress, then hands it over to Ivy after a moment of hesitation.
<Darkling> Ivy looks at it with a cocked head.
Rasia pokes her head in.
<Darkling> "I imagine your school dance will be quite different though. Just mingle with friends, chat, laugh, have fun. If there's a pretty girl you want to dance with, don't by shy about it either." He chuckles.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It's what I wore when we met. Probably too warm for you to wear very often, but maybe you can take it to bed with you. Like a security blanket."
<Corrin> "Yes, sir." Corrin nods, standing straight. "I see. Thank you, sir."
<Darkling> "And try to relax a little. It's a fun occasion."
<Corrin> "Yes, sir."
<Darkling> Ivy stands, taking the dress. Thank you Lahja." She takes a step towards you before noticing Rasia.
Rasia cocks her head, a perfect dont-mind-me face.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja glances over in Rasia's direction. After a moment's pause she speaks, lacking much in the way of enthusiasm. "I was just about to show Ivy my costume. I'll be back."
Rasia nods quietly, letting her eyes wander to Ivy.
<Darkling> Ivy holds the dress up to herself smiling. "I bet you'll look great in costume too Rasia."
<Rasia> "Princess." Rasia clarifies, standing up straighter as she steps into the room proper. "...Ivy and Lahja..."
<Darkling> "Ivy and Lahja?" She looks a little sheepish, blushing a bit even?
<Darkling> Lit pours some of his drink into a small glass, passing it to you Corrin. "Here, this will help you relax."
<Rasia> "Kissy?" She finally asks, delicately, remembering how she got when Lahja brought it up.
<Darkling> A giggle from Ivy, and she's definitely blushing. "No.. I mean..." she scrunches the dress down against herself. "I'd like to."
Corrin takes it and drinks as ordered, a bit confused. A gulp, and he tries not to splutter.
<Rasia> "But...girl."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja is out of the bathroom after a while in her Alice dress. She comes out very slowly with her scissors in hand, the white parts of her dress having a few selectively placed red smears and tears.
<Darkling> She shrugs. "Does that matter? I, like her." She stops, suppressing a giggle and trying to be serious
<Darkling> Lit grins. "Takes a bit of getting used too." He sips at the bottle of whiskey himself.
Rasia turns to look at Lahja.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Seems she's bothered to put on a bit of makeup as well. That's an awful lot of eyeliner. She snips her scissors a few times to get attention and puts on her combat smile.
Rasia giggles and grins, baring her teeth in reply.
<Darkling> Eyes widen, Ivy's grin gets bigger, and no more giggles from her. "You look fabulous!"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja strolls closer, eventually doing a slow twirl that ends in a curtsey. She holds the position for a while, nodding. "I always do, except when I first wake up."
Corrin nods, then coughs.
<Darkling> "That's a lie, I've seen you when you wake up."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Flattery might get you somewhere."
<Corrin> "Thank you, sir." Corrin says, still holding the cup.
Rasia scratches her cheek. Girls kissing girls...
<Darkling> "Well, I like the sound of that." Ivy winks.
<Darkling> "Let the others know dinner is about ready Corrin?" Lit starts setting the table.
Corrin blinks, then nods enthusiastically. "Yes, sir!" He takes off at a run.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks thoughtful for a while, eventually nodding and walking off to her closet again, retrieving a few things. "We can turn Rasia into a fairy princess for now."
<Rasia> Crap! --wait that's why I came in here in the first place.
Corrin stops outside Wilhelm's room.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Just change into this and we'll begin the procedure." She offers a frilly blue dress, one a bit more revealing than the one she gave Ivy, and then proof of her sadistic tendencies... a pair of high heels.
<Darkling> "Oh! I can help!" Ivy quickly puts the dress she's clinging to in her bag, looking very excited.
<Rasia> "...um..."
<Corrin07> "Dinner's ready!" Corrin shouts at Wilhelm's closed door, then heads down the hall.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Wilhelm will like it. Trust me." She tries to sound reassuring. It probably isn't, considering that smile.
Corrin stops at Lahja's door, and knocks.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "We're turning Rasia into a fairy!"
<Corrin> "Huh?" Corrin replies. "The Captain told me to tell you dinner's ready!" he shouts back.
<Rasia> "Dinner first!” And Rasia bolts.
<Darkling> Ivy shrugs. "After dinner then."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Wilhelm has a seat, Hel resting in his lap.
Corrin sees the room door open and a blur of motion flash by. "Hi, Ivy." Corrin says weakly, attention on Lahja. "Um...you look great."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Maybe we'll see about something for you, too. Put on my dress and put a pillowcase over your head and no one will be any wiser. Give it some thought." And then she's off to the bathroom to change into her normal clothes.
<Darkling> With a slight sigh Ivy heads to the dinner table. "Come on Corrin. Time for the my last supper here."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja spends entirely too much time in the bathroom, washing off all of her makeup. Then she's out and off to the table.
Rasia sits across from Wilhelm, in case he floats away again, staring at Ivy again.
Corrin glumly takes a seat, reminded of things he'd pushed to the back of his mind over the afternoon.
<Darkling> Lit serves their dinner, a splendid looking meal indeed. There's a whole cooked lamb on the table with a flourish of vegetables and fruit around it.
Rasia glances down at the lamb. I am going to put at least a third of you in my belly, lamb.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Baaaaah. Baaaah. Don't eat me. I've done nothing wrong." Lahja says in a high pitched voice.
 Corrin looks up at Lahja.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ...riiight. He's just going to eat, feeding tiny bits of lamb to Hel as he goes.
<Darkling> Ivy giggles as Lit starts to pass around portions of the lamb. "I hope everyone is hungry."
Rasia pulls off plenty of meat, on top of other fixin's.
<Corrin> "Yeah." Corrin replies, looking away from Lahja, and starting to eat.
<Darkling> Lit sits back in his chair after the meal is consumed, patting his belly. "You guys have an hour before we've got to head out."
Rasia belches, a stupid, content look on her face.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A snort and a smirk from the Aryan before he stands, Hel jumping to the floor.
Corrin nods. "Yes, sir." He's up too.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja dashes off to her room!
<Darkling> Ivy gets up to follow Lahja a bit more slowly.
Rasia scratches her stomach, debating where to go.
Corrin stops as Lahja vanishes from sight, then with a mental shrug heads for his own room.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...I suppose I should be getting ready as well." He walks off toward his room, already stripping off his shirt.
Rasia creeps off towards Lahja's room once she feels less fat.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja is waiting there, dress and high heels in hand. She's holding them out with an insistent look.
<Rasia> Crap. Couldn't I have walked in on them kissing instead? "Okay." Rasia submits to her fate.
<Darkling> Ivy is riffling through her bag, pulling out a makeup bag. "I don't use any of this myself, so this should be fun."
Corrin is out again in a moment, cowboy hat in hand, and in time to see the door close.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Damn...it was going to be hot in this costume.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "You don't? Whatever do you have it for then?" Lahja asks curiously as she retrieves a relatively small pair of wings with a few straps to secure them around the arms.
<Darkling> She shrugs. "Just in case?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I'll leave that to you and take care of her hair. Hopefully you'll feel like a princess when we're done with you, Rasia." She sets the wings aside for the moment, then she's off to get another brush. How many of those does she have?
Rasia looks up at her hair...
Corrin looks down at the hat in his hands, then at the door, and scowls. Back into his room, to look for something to use...
<Darkling> Ivy pulls out some bright lipsticks and looks up at Rasia from the floor. "Which do you like?"
Rasia leans forward, glancing over at her dress, back to the lipsticks... "That." An icy blue shade. It'll stand out more than the dress would, even if it doesn't match perfectly.
Wilhelm_Faustus sighs, helmet under his arm as he leaves his room and heads for the commons.
<Darkling> She uncaps it. "Pucker your lips." She demonstrates, putting some on herself before handing Rasia the lipstick.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Almost like kissy kissy." Lahja says as she begins to brush out Rasia's hair, taking it slow.
<Rasia> "Kissy..." She gives it a try. Not...ideal, but a napkin will clean it up nice.
Corrin steps back out of his room, now wearing a brown overcoat over a change of clothes as well as the hat. Back to waiting.
<Darkling> Lit looks at both Wilhelm and Corrin. He's only moved from the dinner table to the couch.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Wilhelm's metallic plugsuit has been altered to look like a light suit of knights armor he can still easily move in, the helmet changed the most. Assuming he wears it. Without piloting, he's had a lot of time on his hands.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> A few attempts at alternate hairstyles for Rasia go horribly wrong. Lahja eventually settles for keeping it relatively similar to its normal state. Then she's off again to fetch a small tiara with a blatantly fake blue gem.
<Darkling> Ivy arranges an assortment of eye liners and blushes to match the lipstick.
<Rasia> Rasia simply does what she can, swinging wildly between regret and anxiety depending on what she thought about most recently. Beautification on Rasia...feels kind of like dressing your cat up in a sweater or something.
Corrin stands at the end of the hallway, shifting from foot to foot. He's muttering something under his breath. "Doyouwanttogoto..."
<Darkling> "If you hold still I can put this on you." Ivy says, picking out the closest match of eye liner.
<Rasia> "Still..."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Like a statue."
<Darkling> Ivy skips out of Lahja's room, looking positively pleased with herself.
Corrin steps forwards, then stops short. "Oh. Hi, Ivy."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja exits as well, clearly amused. She leans against the wall near her door.
<Darkling> "Hi again Corrin."
<Rasia> And then there's Rasia. Her posture's straightened, her hair's styled, her face is colored and her body is winged. She's even wearing a bra. The beast of Israel is a snow-fairy-princess. "...Um..." First she looks to Wilhelm.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> His cheeks color, posture suddenly going straight and rigid. He clears his throat and strides forward, looking quite serious.
Corrin finally shakes off his surprise at the sight, and heads purposefully towards Lahja. "Lahja?"
<Darkling> A whistle from Lit, he must approve.
[2011-09-12 01:28:10] <Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja seems quite pleased with the sight of Rasia. She looks over to Corrin afterward. "Yes, Corrin?"
Rasia swallows nervously, her fingers laced together.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He gets in close Rasia, whispering.
<Corrin> "Do you...um...Are you going to the dance?"
<Rasia> "Hehn~" Suddenly she perks up, and takes a step back, offering her hand.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks slightly horrified. "I'm attending the event. I haven't made up my mind about making a fool of myself yet."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He takes her hand and gets down on one knee. "Wilhelm Faustus, at your service m'lady. May I have the honor of escorting you to this evenings dance?" A kiss on the back of her hand.
<Rasia> The poor girl can't stop giggling enough to talk, so she just nods.
<Darkling> "Ooooh" Ivy seems impressed.
<Corrin> "Oh." Corrin bobs his head. "Right. Got it." He stands there awkwardly.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> A thumbs up toward Rasia. "Knock him out, Rasia. ... metaphorically, I mean."
Corrin looks at the two other Pilots, slightly dejected.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> A shifty look from Lahja. Then she doubles over slightly, clutching at her stomach. She quickly straightens herself out, trying to look like nothing happened.
Rasia draws a deep breath, adjusting the rest of her wings and kicking her heel into the carpet. "Dance?"
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