Rory stared at herself in the mirror in her bathroom, adjusting the straps once more, and cinching the belt as best she could.
Stupid Parker and her curves. Stupid...um, not really having any.
Stupid
really, really heavy costume. With stupid bells.
Rory sighed as she jingled her way back into the room, and swathed herself in the long, deep blue veil that had come with the outfit. She attached it to the headpiece, and draped it so that no bare skin showed - just her eyes, which she had meticulously lined in black. And with that, she sat on the bed and arranged the silk to pool around her, feeling awkward, and waited.
Because she keeps promises, and she's thorough, damn it.
...and while waiting, she updated a certain list to move Callisto from one column to another. Not that she was looking forward to sharing that information.
[manip courtesy of the lovely and talented
psycho_jackass, whose Photoshop-fu pwns mine]
[Also, ahem, best not to be reading this from your office or school computers, omg]