A bit tired of crackplots

[mr_drawlight]

Drawlight has been crackplotted again. After her first embarassing encounter with Childermass, she hid herself in her room for a long time, bemoaning the loss of so many clothes. After a while, and a trip to the plothole, she has finally dressed herself in an early 1800s gown of impeccable cut and color. Her hair is done in a fashionable style

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[colored_gowns]

"Good day, miss," Arabella says in passing, with a polite nod.

[mr_drawlight]

Despite it all, Drawlight still can't be horribly rude to a lady. Instead she makes a face. "There is nothing good about it."

[colored_gowns]

"Indeed?" she says, surprised. "Have we met?"

[mr_drawlight]

Thanks to Childermass, it is still Drawlight's normal voice. "Yes, we have, Mrs Strange."

[colored_gowns]

"... Mr Drawlight?"

[mr_drawlight]

She frowns and nods. "Sadly so."

[colored_gowns]

"This is a spell of some sort, I presume?"

[mr_drawlight]

"Yes." And she does not look pleased to say it.

[colored_gowns]

"Oh!" Arabella puts a hand to her mouth, apparently in shock. In actuality, it is only Herculean effort that is keeping her from bursting out laughing.

[mr_drawlight]

Drawlight's eyes narrow a bit and she scowls.

[colored_gowns]

"And how do you find being a lady, Mr Drawlight?"

[mr_drawlight]

"Absolutely dreadful. You wouldn't believe some of the things that Childermass fellow said to me."

[colored_gowns]

"O, indeed?"

[mr_drawlight]

"Yes." She sounds terribly wounded.

[colored_gowns]

"Well, Mr Drawlight-- or perhaps Miss?"

[mr_drawlight]

Drawlight makes a funny sound in the back of her throat. "Just Drawlight... Please."