Room 213 [evening]

[auroryborealis]

After the disaster of a fashion show this afternoon, Rory had come back to her room with the intention of hiding away until everyone had forgotten.

At the moment, she was playing a quiet game of fetch with Vladdie, who was sporting black polish on his weetiny nails.

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[chasingangela]

Angela rapped on Rory's door.

Her shirt and jeans? Very baggy. Very, very, VERY baggy.

Sadly, there were still feathers stuck in her hair.

[auroryborealis]

"It's open, please don't kill me if you're one of today's models," Rory called, looking at the door with trepidation.

[chasingangela]

"It's Angela," she said, opening the door and stepping in. "Can I just maim you a tiny little bit?"

[auroryborealis]

"It was an accident and you looked great," Rory said, biting her lip. "I was worried you were, like, Alec or Dean or Bel."

[chasingangela]

"Thanks," Angela answered, cheeks going pink. "I still don't know how that skirt stayed up, but it did, so...."

"And yeah, I got off easy compared to the smurf and dancer-boy."

[auroryborealis]

"Tights," Rory said, shaking her head. "I have no idea what happened. Everyone looked good, though. It's not like anyone got trapped in something unflattering."

Vladdie, meanwhile, toddled over to Angela and yipped a hello.

[chasingangela]

"Hi Vladdie," Angela cooed, sitting on the floor to scratch him behind the ears. "And we mostly looked okay, I guess, if you ignore how insane the outfits were. I think RIver and Pippi got the worst of it that way."

[auroryborealis]

"And Mr. Bluth," Rory said, laughing a little as Vladdie rolled into Angela's lap. "And poor, poor Dawn. And the nun."

[chasingangela]

"Bzzzz," Angela said fondly, stroking the dog. "And the nun -- was that the superman costume? She seemed really cool about it." She shook her head. "I know at least Parker and Jaye and I think Walter got pictures of my Cher moment. It's immortal."

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Rory sighed in sympathy. "Jaye got pictures of me smoking a couple weeks ago. You can't do anything embarrassing these days without it being immortalized."

[chasingangela]

"Remember how Professor Jerusalem, like, bugged the entire school last year?" Angela asked. "I wonder if they still have that up. If they do, everything here is immortal."

She noticed Vladdie's feet. "Toenails?"

[auroryborealis]

"Tyler's idea," Rory told her. "Long, long story involving me being old and blue-haired."

She made a face. "I know there are still some security feeds up, since that's how Principal Washburn knew about Anakin and Angel being idiots this spring."

[chasingangela]

Angela watched the dog for a moment. "He seems to like it. Or not care, anyhow."

She rubbed her forehead. How badly Anakin had hurt Angel, and how close he had come to killing him, still bothered her, though she had decided to set it aside. Idiots, like Rory said, she thought. "Oh," she said instead. "So the whole show is no doubt on tape somewhere. And now I have this fear they'll use it as auditions for the next play."

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"Isn't that what happened during the last play?" Rory asked. "The pirate dropped off a whole bunch. I know that's how a few people ended up in there without ever auditioning. Also, Jake changed into a couple just to get back at them for things."

[chasingangela]

"I remember that," Angela nodded. "And you got to be a tree. Which is probably worse than being Cher." She shrugged. "So what was I supposed to wear, anyhow?"

[auroryborealis]

"A blue top that gathered on one shoulder and had a long fring down the opposite side, and these gorgeous jeans," Rory said wistfully. "I'd say something about turning back time, but I'm not feeling that punny today."