[Incomplete, open!]
Who: Asellus and OPEN (so very open ;; )
What: TEH BALL YO
Where: ...uh, that place. Where the ball is. You know. That place.
When: This evening (I'm gonna put this up now because it is infinitely easier to respond on my iPod from Gmail than it is to log into LJ on it.)
Warnings: Probably none but perkyGirl in this gown: http://www.promdress.co.uk/pdphotos/moncheri15506.jpg, only in white with black trim.
She'd more slipped in than anything else; she'd never been one for being escorted anywhere, after all. After waiting for a response from Miwako and determining that it wasn't coming, she'd dressed in the dress she'd found in a tiny shop on the upper level-- not cheap by any means, this dress, but not as expensive as she felt it should have been. It was a simple thing; a white thin-strapped gown, with cutout flowers and trim in black. The back was enough to cover her scars, only a bare few, old and silvery, outlined in her skin. Her hair was brushed (!) and the longer bits curled (!!!), and with a bit of makeup she made a very girly-looking girl, pale and graceful in this, her natural habitat. Of course, with all magics and the like disabled, she was without the Charm spells she'd used back home, but her sheer enthusiasm here at the ball was enough to make up for it, she hoped.
So it was that she hovered near the snacktable, watching everything going on with a rapt expression while still looking for her friends. She was owed dances, after all.
What: TEH BALL YO
Where: ...uh, that place. Where the ball is. You know. That place.
When: This evening (I'm gonna put this up now because it is infinitely easier to respond on my iPod from Gmail than it is to log into LJ on it.)
Warnings: Probably none but perkyGirl in this gown: http://www.promdress.co.uk/pdphotos/moncheri15506.jpg, only in white with black trim.
She'd more slipped in than anything else; she'd never been one for being escorted anywhere, after all. After waiting for a response from Miwako and determining that it wasn't coming, she'd dressed in the dress she'd found in a tiny shop on the upper level-- not cheap by any means, this dress, but not as expensive as she felt it should have been. It was a simple thing; a white thin-strapped gown, with cutout flowers and trim in black. The back was enough to cover her scars, only a bare few, old and silvery, outlined in her skin. Her hair was brushed (!) and the longer bits curled (!!!), and with a bit of makeup she made a very girly-looking girl, pale and graceful in this, her natural habitat. Of course, with all magics and the like disabled, she was without the Charm spells she'd used back home, but her sheer enthusiasm here at the ball was enough to make up for it, she hoped.
So it was that she hovered near the snacktable, watching everything going on with a rapt expression while still looking for her friends. She was owed dances, after all.