[The Forge clicks on to a set of dressing mirrors, three turned in on each other, designed to show all angles. All is still at first, and there are only muffled voices, but before too long, there is movement.
Deneve appears, in a
big pink dress looking a little unsure of herself. Is she… blushing?]
Are you sure this looks all right? You think... will Helen like it?
[And from somewhere to the right of the Forge, a very familiar voice says:]
Of course she will! Look!
[And there’s Priscilla, bustling toward Deneve. She fluffs up the top tier of the dress at Deneve’s hip and smiles up at the taller woman.]
It looks beautiful! Wait, wait! Let me tie a ribbon in your hair!
[Deneve hesitates, embarrassed, and bows her head.]
All right.
[Priscilla pulls a length of pink ribbon down from the corner of one of the mirrors and proceeds to tie an impossibly huge bow in Deneve’s short hair.]
There! Take a look!
[Deneve turns and examines it in the mirror, touching the edges of the carefully tied bow.]
Thanks, Priscilla. That really completes it.
You're welcome!
But it would probably look even better if I grew my hair out…
[GIRLISH SIGH. And the transmission ends.]
[ooc: Italics is Priscilla speaking.]