Puttin' on the Ritz (O to the A, lovelies!)

[im_urvenus]

There were times when Felecia just wanted to dress to the NINES! And it was so nice to have Aibileen who, Felecia knew, did such good work! And because it was a little chillier this (late) morning, Felecia was donned in (fake) fur, long legs in fishnets underneath. Her hair was slicked back and make up emphasizing her cheekbones. The hat with its

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[donna_supertemp]

Donna's not exactly a subtle person. And she's met Felecia once, so she figures they're old friends by now. She's on her way to the TARDIS proper, because she still hasn't found that bloody purple sweater, and it's a little chilly. But when she sees Felecia, she can't help herself as she pauses and whistles with her fingers. A nice wolf whistle.

"Oi! How do you manage to look so damn fabulous in such dreary weather?"

[im_urvenus]

The whistle made Felecia turn, arms out. Ta-da! "Ah! Hallo, darling! It's all in the attitude!" He spun slowly. "Isn't it delish?"

[donna_supertemp]

"You know, I'd kill for a set of legs like that. I might hate you," she says, though it's all good-natured.

[im_urvenus]

"I might hate myself!" Felecia laughed, all rattle-tat. "Where are you off to, darling? Can I lure you in for tea and scones?"

[kiddosgotclaws]

Beatrix was still a little tense, and ten foward just wasn't working. Besides, how often did the adrenaline rush really serve to relax her, anyway. She went into the tea house, approaching the counter.

"Good morning."

[im_urvenus]

"Is it still morning?! I don't even know." Felecia turned from wiping the crumbs off her mouth. "And how may I help you? A hot oil treatment for your hair perhaps?"

Sorry! She grimaced. It just slipped out!

[kiddosgotclaws]

"I was looking for some green tea, actually," She pulled a couple of strands of hair into her view, "Although you may be right about the hot oil treatment too." She admitted, with a chuckle.

[im_urvenus]

"You're really pretty!" Felecia nattered in her nasal tone. "Just look a bit ... well, rough. Brewed or loose, dear?"

[without_athorn]

Katherine was just getting out of school, happier than ever that she didn't have to go all day anymore. Now she had a bit of time to herself before she had to head off to work at the dress shop and-- that was a dress. Kitty liked to consider herself a very fashionable person. She owned many, many dresses, after all, and she was the queen. The most fashionable lady at court. But she had never in her life seen a dress like that. Not even in the dress shop.

She realized a little too late that she was staring, because the big, furry dress was right in front of her now. She sidestepped, hiking up her own big dress a bit, to avoid a collision.

"I'm terribly sorry!"

[im_urvenus]

"No worries!" Being a quite-strong man actually served Felecia well - she got the girl by the shoulders and they did a bit of a dance before they were both standing easily. "So! Hello! Felecia Jollygoodfellow! And you are...?"

[without_athorn]

Katherine had to admit she was a bit taken aback for a moment, but then she was steadily back on her feet, and all was well. "Oh! Hello!" She'd never heard of anyone with a name like that before! "Katherine. Katherine Howard." Former queen consort of England, fifth wife of Henry VIII, second beheaded in that divorced, beheaded, died rhyme... etc etc. Lately, she'd just been sticking to her name, without all the extras.

[im_urvenus]

"Hallo, Katherine! Where were you off to on such a fine day?" Felecia smoothed her fur.