Most Intentional Video Ever
[All is well on the S.S. Thor. You have your average alien citizens milling about in one of the many shopping districts and someone's Guide is following one Irene Adler who happens to be in some sort of clothing boutique, outside of a dressing room where another girl's voice emits from sounding rather miffed.]
I'm sorry, but please enlighten me again: why am I doing this?
So I can prove your concerns regarding it to be completely unfounded, chéri.
Look, I'm just trying to recall how you talked me into this in the first place. I told you this doesn't WORK for me. It... It feels so WRONG!
And I assure you that there is nothing 'wrong' with wearing what has been designed for you. Yet if you insist on it being a battle, look at is as you will make it work to your advantage.
You know, when I was asking for fashion suggestions this wasn't what I had in mind. What the hell would I wear this for?
[For every day, according to Irene. But she makes allowance for Lien being from another culture, and very reluctant besides.] For special occasions. Like parties, or going to the opera.
I can still wear pants! Nice pants! For parties and for the opera! Ugh, what's with these stupid layers-- Here, I'm done! [It is Lien who emerges from the dressing room wearing something very different from her usual style. The video feed shows her to be looking rather fretful as she glances down at the dress, not noticing that the Guide is on.] Okay so... Fine you were right it fits.
And very well at that. It may not even need any alteration... [She steps around Lien, reaching out to straighten a fold and test the fit around the waist with a quick, assured hand.] It fits beautifully.
Look, I appreciate your effort into putting me into a skirt, but I don't think it's all that great on--
[Lien cuts her sentence short when she notices the Guide is on and recording.]
... Irene. Why is the Guide on? This isn't another... accidental broadcast is it? That would be totally stupid and--
[Meanwhile, Lien's face is slowly turning pink as she comes to the realization that she's been caught on the Network wearing a DRESS.]
[Unconcerned, Irene glances over at where she had set the Guide (at a convenient angle for capturing the action). ] Oh, perhaps it is - technology here rather has a mind of its own, doesn't it. Do not be concerned. I'm certain that everyone would unanimously agree that you look quite striking.
Oh my god you did that on purpose. Oh dammit-- [Panicked, Lien rushes back into the dressing room. There's a pause. And then a cry of unmistakable despair.]
Where are my pants!?
[OOC: Lien is blue, Irene purple, yadda yadda. They'll both be tagging!]
I'm sorry, but please enlighten me again: why am I doing this?
So I can prove your concerns regarding it to be completely unfounded, chéri.
Look, I'm just trying to recall how you talked me into this in the first place. I told you this doesn't WORK for me. It... It feels so WRONG!
And I assure you that there is nothing 'wrong' with wearing what has been designed for you. Yet if you insist on it being a battle, look at is as you will make it work to your advantage.
You know, when I was asking for fashion suggestions this wasn't what I had in mind. What the hell would I wear this for?
[For every day, according to Irene. But she makes allowance for Lien being from another culture, and very reluctant besides.] For special occasions. Like parties, or going to the opera.
I can still wear pants! Nice pants! For parties and for the opera! Ugh, what's with these stupid layers-- Here, I'm done! [It is Lien who emerges from the dressing room wearing something very different from her usual style. The video feed shows her to be looking rather fretful as she glances down at the dress, not noticing that the Guide is on.] Okay so... Fine you were right it fits.
And very well at that. It may not even need any alteration... [She steps around Lien, reaching out to straighten a fold and test the fit around the waist with a quick, assured hand.] It fits beautifully.
Look, I appreciate your effort into putting me into a skirt, but I don't think it's all that great on--
[Lien cuts her sentence short when she notices the Guide is on and recording.]
... Irene. Why is the Guide on? This isn't another... accidental broadcast is it? That would be totally stupid and--
[Meanwhile, Lien's face is slowly turning pink as she comes to the realization that she's been caught on the Network wearing a DRESS.]
[Unconcerned, Irene glances over at where she had set the Guide (at a convenient angle for capturing the action). ] Oh, perhaps it is - technology here rather has a mind of its own, doesn't it. Do not be concerned. I'm certain that everyone would unanimously agree that you look quite striking.
Oh my god you did that on purpose. Oh dammit-- [Panicked, Lien rushes back into the dressing room. There's a pause. And then a cry of unmistakable despair.]
Where are my pants!?
[OOC: Lien is blue, Irene purple, yadda yadda. They'll both be tagging!]