Re: The Party

[drinkwithfwee]

*flings clothes around in frustration*

Costume! *snorts* Help!

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[quatreailes]

*doing the time warp?*

*pokes in, narrowly avoiding a flying mass of fabric* Trouble, cher ami?

[drinkwithfwee]

*totally, because typist has been rather too busy before today to go jump on the party thread. Which we shall do anon.*

*gives what would be a withering look if it wasn't so plaintive* A complete lack of anything resembling a costume for a costume party, that's all.

[quatreailes]

Oh, that is bad. *picks a shirt up off the floor and holds it up for examination* What were you thinking of going as?

[drinkwithfwee]

*looks a bit sheepish* That's the part I was having the most difficulty with. *waves hand* I thought I might try to find an idea. You are all sorted?

[quatreailes]

I'm all set. *grins, and looks over the clothespiles* What about some historical personage?

[drinkwithfwee]

*pokes a few things with his toe* I've half a mind to wear a sheet and a haughty expression and call myself a Roman emperor.

[quatreailes]

*typist is playing with her Julius Caesar figurine, how appropriate* Brutus might be more appropriate. Does that make Jehan Cassius? Oh, dear.

[drinkwithfwee]

My typist wants me to be Caecilius from the Cambridge Latin course, which is most daft and anachronistic for us. Oh dear.

[quatreailes]

T: ...That is the most amazing thing ever, omg.

And Jack Sparrow isn't? I shouldn't mind about that, dear Feuilly.

[drinkwithfwee]

And there goes my excuse. *drapes a toga-ish sheet* *dryly* I feel pretty.

[quatreailes]

*innocentwhistle!* *laughs and tugs it into place* You're stunning. Be someone witty, like-- oh, Plautus?

[drinkwithfwee]

*grin* Plautus suits me fine, though I daresay I won't wear a label around my neck.

[quatreailes]

*grinsback* Make them guess!