{OPEN} All eyes on me, through the nothing that you've learned...
WHO: Penelo, and any ladies getting ready for the Masquerade Ball! [[ooc: See here and here.
WHAT: Pre-Ball Primping!
WHERE: Housing district- in a townhome of a very, very tolerant friend
WHEN: A few hours before the Masquerade ball!
Penelo trotted down the coblestone streets, clutching a rucksack filled with pretty salmon-colored Chiffon that kept slithering its way out of her grip. In her other hand, she clutched a pair of shoes. As she scrambled along, occasionally items would tumble from her pile and she would stoop to gather them up.
"Oh, stop," she huffed at her things, "Don't get away from me."
Reaching the townhouse that was within sight of the Ball's venue, Penelo used the key her friend had given her and let herself into the friendly, cheery townhouse. She was very grateful for the place- she couldn't burden House Bunansa with filling the decadent halls with squealing young women. But this townsperson didn't mind- at least, not in exchange for some of Penelo's famous baked goods.
There was a friendly note on the table- the place had been prepared with several tall mirrors and small tables to perch baubles and jewelry on, and bunches of flowers.
Penelo nearly dropped her sack of goodies on one of the table, and they went rolling all over- her dress, bottles of hair cream and other cosmetics. Her heart was already abuzz, and she couldn't wait for the other girls to start coming in. She left a pair of dancer's shoes dangling on the door where a wreath would go- a signal that this, this was the place to talk, gossip, and just be with each other, finding small comforts in this strange land.
WHAT: Pre-Ball Primping!
WHERE: Housing district- in a townhome of a very, very tolerant friend
WHEN: A few hours before the Masquerade ball!
Penelo trotted down the coblestone streets, clutching a rucksack filled with pretty salmon-colored Chiffon that kept slithering its way out of her grip. In her other hand, she clutched a pair of shoes. As she scrambled along, occasionally items would tumble from her pile and she would stoop to gather them up.
"Oh, stop," she huffed at her things, "Don't get away from me."
Reaching the townhouse that was within sight of the Ball's venue, Penelo used the key her friend had given her and let herself into the friendly, cheery townhouse. She was very grateful for the place- she couldn't burden House Bunansa with filling the decadent halls with squealing young women. But this townsperson didn't mind- at least, not in exchange for some of Penelo's famous baked goods.
There was a friendly note on the table- the place had been prepared with several tall mirrors and small tables to perch baubles and jewelry on, and bunches of flowers.
Penelo nearly dropped her sack of goodies on one of the table, and they went rolling all over- her dress, bottles of hair cream and other cosmetics. Her heart was already abuzz, and she couldn't wait for the other girls to start coming in. She left a pair of dancer's shoes dangling on the door where a wreath would go- a signal that this, this was the place to talk, gossip, and just be with each other, finding small comforts in this strange land.