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[Private]
Alexis... [sigh; tap tap tap] Well, at least she'll enjoy her time in France. I know I would.
[Marc]
So, do like, you want to flip a coin to see which party we're going to steal the show from?
[she doesn't know whether or not that the whole coin-flipping remark will hurt your feelings or not, fellow canon-bumped besty! really, she wonders if Wilhelmina would tell him that his fate at Mode all depended on the right call of a coin.]
To be honest, I'm leaning more toward the Bruce Wayne party. The whole robots and laser show set-up really reminds me of Daniel's wedding, and I don't think either of us really want to be reminded too much about that. Unless we're talking about those men with the painted bods.
[Crowley]
Just curious. Are you going to
[there's a few taps at the journal before she crosses out what she had written, scribbling over it in a mess of curly strikeouts, rendering all she had written completely illegible. oh, but the filter's still there. whoops!]
I hope there's some kind of recognition for those that are the "best dressed" at either of these parties. I mean, really, what kind of big, important event doesn't have the whole what to wear, what not to wear aspect of the night?
Either way, I am so going to wait an hour to leave so that I can be fashionably late, regardless. Hmm.
[and a few minutes go by. the ghosts are delivering a certain something, and Amanda's too surprised to shut her journal.]
Um, excuse me? This is a tuxedo. A tuxedo! I am not Diane Keaton! Hey! Don't you just float away all-- AUGH!
Alexis... [sigh; tap tap tap] Well, at least she'll enjoy her time in France. I know I would.
[Marc]
So, do like, you want to flip a coin to see which party we're going to steal the show from?
[she doesn't know whether or not that the whole coin-flipping remark will hurt your feelings or not, fellow canon-bumped besty! really, she wonders if Wilhelmina would tell him that his fate at Mode all depended on the right call of a coin.]
To be honest, I'm leaning more toward the Bruce Wayne party. The whole robots and laser show set-up really reminds me of Daniel's wedding, and I don't think either of us really want to be reminded too much about that. Unless we're talking about those men with the painted bods.
[Crowley]
Just curious. Are you going to
[there's a few taps at the journal before she crosses out what she had written, scribbling over it in a mess of curly strikeouts, rendering all she had written completely illegible. oh, but the filter's still there. whoops!]
I hope there's some kind of recognition for those that are the "best dressed" at either of these parties. I mean, really, what kind of big, important event doesn't have the whole what to wear, what not to wear aspect of the night?
Either way, I am so going to wait an hour to leave so that I can be fashionably late, regardless. Hmm.
[and a few minutes go by. the ghosts are delivering a certain something, and Amanda's too surprised to shut her journal.]
Um, excuse me? This is a tuxedo. A tuxedo! I am not Diane Keaton! Hey! Don't you just float away all-- AUGH!