Room 328, Pre-Prom
It was a good thing she'd had all day to prepare for this, her senior prom. Sam had once again been banished while she got dressed, and there'd been a couple of "how do I do this" calls to her sister (mostly involving how to get her hair to stay where she put it. Finally, that was done and her make-up was on, she'd put on her shoes and was wearing the cross Sam had given her.
Now, however, she had a different problem.
She needed someone else to help her into the top part of her dress, and it couldn't be Sam if she ever wanted to get to the dance.
Clad in her robe, Dawn stuck her head out of her room. "A little help, anyone? Please?"
Next would come knocking on random doors.
[ooc: Door is open, obviously, and a person's help would be greatly appreciated. No, not Sam.]
Now, however, she had a different problem.
She needed someone else to help her into the top part of her dress, and it couldn't be Sam if she ever wanted to get to the dance.
Clad in her robe, Dawn stuck her head out of her room. "A little help, anyone? Please?"
Next would come knocking on random doors.
[ooc: Door is open, obviously, and a person's help would be greatly appreciated. No, not Sam.]