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[Tonight on the Plane, have a Dorothy. Only tonight, Dorothy comes to you in what's surely to be this Spring's hottest fashion trend, Looking Like You've Just Run Away From A 1930s Dinner Party With Royalty After The Venue Was Attacked By Political Dissidents. And "Run Away" here meaning literally-- her black silk dress is torn, with beads and sequins missing, some still falling off as she paces the plane, and her hair, once carefully pulled back in a sleek knot, now hangs haphazardly around her face and shoulders.
And her cheek is bruised.
It's a while before she speaks up, mostly because she's quite embroiled in her pacing, five or six steps one way, then a 180 turn, and five or six steps back the other way. She'd be afraid of wearing a groove in the floor, if there was a floor. Eventually she turns, nervously hugging her elbows, a frown on her face.]
Let's say, hypothetically, that you've just made a real mess of a Big Important Dinner with some Big Important People. Hypothetically, you may have punched a Duke. Hypothetically.
[Nobody is fooled, and Dorothy can't even bring herself to care. She seems a bit frazzled, which is awful strange for her, honestly.]
Hypothetically, your best friend is awful angry with you about this, and rightly so. Only now you have to deal with what happened and make it right. So how.... how do you go about doing that?
[Scuffing the toe of her silver shoe into the non-ground, she pouts and mumbles.]
'Cuz I'm fresh outta ideas.
And her cheek is bruised.
It's a while before she speaks up, mostly because she's quite embroiled in her pacing, five or six steps one way, then a 180 turn, and five or six steps back the other way. She'd be afraid of wearing a groove in the floor, if there was a floor. Eventually she turns, nervously hugging her elbows, a frown on her face.]
Let's say, hypothetically, that you've just made a real mess of a Big Important Dinner with some Big Important People. Hypothetically, you may have punched a Duke. Hypothetically.
[Nobody is fooled, and Dorothy can't even bring herself to care. She seems a bit frazzled, which is awful strange for her, honestly.]
Hypothetically, your best friend is awful angry with you about this, and rightly so. Only now you have to deal with what happened and make it right. So how.... how do you go about doing that?
[Scuffing the toe of her silver shoe into the non-ground, she pouts and mumbles.]
'Cuz I'm fresh outta ideas.