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I really think I deserve credit for doing my best to embrace the steampunk Victorian lifestyle. I've never been a fan of cold weather, and I grew up in a place where a bikini was considered appropriate attire 90% of the time. When the island made the switch that December, I was definitely not in my element. I'd always loved pretty dresses, though, and this was the first time in nearly five years I'd been somewhere truly different, not to mention the first time I'd been in a real city in what felt like forever. Coming off of securing my Council seat for another term, I wanted to put my best foot forward and be a model citizen, even if it meant that I spent two hours every morning figuring out how to get dressed.
That day I had put on my favorite new outfit: A walking dress done all in green silk with beautiful embroidered leaf details. I'd pinned up my hair properly and even put on the little hat that matched. It had started as a good day, and as I pulled on my neat black leather gloves in preparation to leave the Council office for a late lunch, I had to smile at how silly I was, feeling like such a proper Victorian lady. Me, who went around in cut-offs and sandals half the time.
The fact that I was in such a good mood probably should have been a signal to be wary, but apparently I'm a glutton for punishment, because I didn't so much as spare the top of the doorway a glance before I stepped through it. Or tried to step through it, I should say, since I found myself abruptly stopped like a dog who has reached the end of its leash.
I knew this sensation. Far too well. Sighing, I tipped a beleaguered glance toward the top of the door and confirmed it: Above me dangled the bane of my holiday existence, The Mistletoe.
There hadn't been anybody else in the office, which could be seen as a good or bad thing, considering my options. Helen or Hermione probably would have helped me out with perfectly perfunctory kisses that we could immediately forget about. If I laid lips on Steve McGarrett, Danny might kill me, and the other Steve…
Awkward.
Boots balanced on the threshold, I braced both hands against the door frame and peered out into the street to consider my prospects.
[OOC: Come give Shari a kiss. Despite the awkward, it's not a bad time to meet her, but if you already know her, all the better for maximum discomfort. :D | The dress. | ST/LT fine, open to new threads until I say uncle.]
That day I had put on my favorite new outfit: A walking dress done all in green silk with beautiful embroidered leaf details. I'd pinned up my hair properly and even put on the little hat that matched. It had started as a good day, and as I pulled on my neat black leather gloves in preparation to leave the Council office for a late lunch, I had to smile at how silly I was, feeling like such a proper Victorian lady. Me, who went around in cut-offs and sandals half the time.
The fact that I was in such a good mood probably should have been a signal to be wary, but apparently I'm a glutton for punishment, because I didn't so much as spare the top of the doorway a glance before I stepped through it. Or tried to step through it, I should say, since I found myself abruptly stopped like a dog who has reached the end of its leash.
I knew this sensation. Far too well. Sighing, I tipped a beleaguered glance toward the top of the door and confirmed it: Above me dangled the bane of my holiday existence, The Mistletoe.
There hadn't been anybody else in the office, which could be seen as a good or bad thing, considering my options. Helen or Hermione probably would have helped me out with perfectly perfunctory kisses that we could immediately forget about. If I laid lips on Steve McGarrett, Danny might kill me, and the other Steve…
Awkward.
Boots balanced on the threshold, I braced both hands against the door frame and peered out into the street to consider my prospects.
[OOC: Come give Shari a kiss. Despite the awkward, it's not a bad time to meet her, but if you already know her, all the better for maximum discomfort. :D | The dress. | ST/LT fine, open to new threads until I say uncle.]