Immortal, meet Quasi-Immortal! ((Closed RP, Dax and Robin))
Over eight lifetimes, Dax had worn many proverbial hats. She'd been a mother, and a father. A husband, and a wife. An explorer, a scientist, a diplomat, a senator...the resume went on and on.
Most recently, thanks to a wholly literal hat, she had been a sanitation professional. Of the French variety.
...she was now retired from that line of work, and was quite understandably having a drink. The spell had seemingly worn off, but her snazzy uniform had yet to revert to everyday clothes. Dax, more concerned with getting her hands on some very dry gin than hiding her figure, hadn't bothered to change. It was actually a comfortable ensemble, once one became accustomed to it.
The cross-breeze was especially pleasant!
Most recently, thanks to a wholly literal hat, she had been a sanitation professional. Of the French variety.
...she was now retired from that line of work, and was quite understandably having a drink. The spell had seemingly worn off, but her snazzy uniform had yet to revert to everyday clothes. Dax, more concerned with getting her hands on some very dry gin than hiding her figure, hadn't bothered to change. It was actually a comfortable ensemble, once one became accustomed to it.
The cross-breeze was especially pleasant!