Outside FDR Cabin, Saturday afternoon
Shilo was in a dress.
It was not black.
She was in sandals.
Also not black. Or remotely clunky.
She'd gone to the trouble of styling her wig, even.
Now she just had to work up the nerve to actually leave for the party.
"What the hell am I getting myself into..." she moaned.
[ooc: Open to any who want to offer encouragement/insults/advice/alternative entertainment but will be SP until later, I'm off to dinner with my boy and my sister]
It was not black.
She was in sandals.
Also not black. Or remotely clunky.
She'd gone to the trouble of styling her wig, even.
Now she just had to work up the nerve to actually leave for the party.
"What the hell am I getting myself into..." she moaned.
[ooc: Open to any who want to offer encouragement/insults/advice/alternative entertainment but will be SP until later, I'm off to dinner with my boy and my sister]