Right! So! She'd finished work and Dojima-the-awesome had helped with her hair and she had a dress and she had a necklace and she had a ring and she had a Turk. ... Okay, she'd have a Turk any minute now.

In the meantime, she could always fidget more.

All right. After her shift, Rikku dashed back to the room and changed, quickly, and then inspected her reflection.

One seriously awesome sparkly mermaid-style orange dress: check.

One nifty rust-colored mask: check.

One pair of way too pretty silvery strappy shoes: check. Okay, she couldn't seem to walk in them very quickly because the heels ( Read more... )

Rikku had found the perfect dress downtown. It was even orange! That shouldn't make her feel less nervous, but somehow? It totally did. This was officially going to be awesome ( Read more... )

Rikku was a pile of nerves. And bounciness. And excitement. But mostly nerves ( Read more... )