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Fic: Preparations of Titanic Proportions
Title: Preparations of Titanic Proportions
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Az, the seamstress and the Queen (mention of the Cain, Mom and the Mystic Man)
Rating: PG
Summary: DG gets fitted for the dress.
Warning: post-series *takes place just after the events What Happened When the Sheep Hit the Finaqua. This is kind of a boring chapter... *shrugs*
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
Scarecrow | The Cafeteria Boys | Dinner Conversation | Cafeteria Food | Stallone and Rabbits | Rabbits - and Cain - Can be Scary | Why Eat Crow When There's Pie? | No Laughing Matter | Only in the O.Z. Would the Bible Be Funny... | There's Something About Wheelers | Ever Wonder What Would Happen if the Sheep Hit the Finaqua? | DG and Leo's Excellent Adventure (Which Turned Out to Be a Bogus Journey) | What Happened When the Sheep Hit the Finaqua | Preparations of Titanic Proportions | Boys are Cute When They're Flustered | Checkmate | The Blue and the Gray | Times They Are a-Changin' | Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Cain? | Subterfuge | Royal Guards Don't Dance
Az sat up and looked around for a moment before rising from her chair and sweeping across the room and into the hallway. Her hand was on the door handle of DG’s room, but she didn’t open it.
“Deej,” she called into the door. “You in there?” Hearing nothing, Az turned the handle and pushed on the door, entering her sister’s room. She took a quick glance around and focused on the closed door of DG’s small bath. Taking a step closer, Az could swear she heard something.
“Deej?” she called again.
“Just a sec!” she heard from the other side of the door. DG looked in the mirror and wiped at her eyes before turning on the faucet and letting the water run cold. She splashed some water on her face and shut off the tap with one hand while reaching for a towel with the other. Taking a last glance in the mirror before turning away, DG shook her head.
‘Crap...’
Az jumped as the door opened and DG stared at her. “Are you okay?” DG forced a smile and nodded.
“Yeah, just have a headache.” Hooking her arm around Az’s, DG pulled her sister to the door. “Come on, I’m late for my fitting.” Az smiled and nudged DG as they moved into the hallway.
“I’ve never been on time for a fitting. Ever.” DG raised an eyebrow as the girls moved down the hallway.
“Sis, you were in charge. You were never late. They were early.” Az laughed heartily.
“I’ll remember that.” As they moved into the room being used for the fitting sessions, DG gave a sheepish glance toward her mother.
“Sorry. Time kinda slipped away from me.” She added a short nod and stepped toward the seamstress while Az moved over to a beverage cart and began fixing a cup of brew DG had taken to calling near-tea. The seamstress was cordial, but DG could hear the snap in her tone. In the woman’s defense, DG had been avoiding her, so she decided to just let it go. She could be the perfect little princess if it killed her.
And Wyatt Cain could take a flying leap into the gorge or rip or whatever they called it over here.
The seamstress held out a hanger of satiny fabric and DG’s breath caught. She’d never seen such a color; from afar, she would swear it was white but, up close and personal, it was definitely blue. “How did you get that color?” she asked, rather amazed.
“It compliments your eyes. Here,” she said as she pushed the fabric into DG’s hands. “Put this on and we’ll get started.” She pushed DG toward a changing screen in the corner and nodded. “Scoot.” DG smiled as she moved, glancing down at the fabric then up to the woman.
“I want to make sure the underskirt is properly fitted before any decorations are added.” DG nodded, as that did make perfect sense.
“Here,” Az said before DG stepped behind the screen. She reached for the dress as DG took the offered cup. “Drink it up.” The Queen took a moment to give DG a look as she drank and her brow furrowed.
“DG, my darling. Are you all right?” DG finished the drink and nodded.
“Yes, just a headache.” Nodding to Az, DG traded the cup for the dress again and stepped behind the screen. A few moments later, she reappeared and moved to the small stool just next to the seamstress.
“Stand on this,” she ordered. As the woman circled, DG followed her as best as she could without moving and finally found herself glancing down at her chest.
“Is it supposed to be this low?” she asked as her hand moved up to the point where the fabric ended.
“Oh, please, Deej,” Az responded first, rolling her eyes.
“What?” DG glared back as the woman began sticking pins into the bottom of the skirt. “Just because you’re comfortable showin’ off what God gave ya,” she said with a point to Az. The seamstress reached up and pulled DG’s arm down as Az stuck out her tongue, then her chest.
The Queen simply smiled, enjoying the sounds of bickering daughters once again.
“Does it have to be so tight?” DG asked a bit later, getting a raised eyebrow from the seamstress. DG swallowed and took a deep breath, straightening slightly and looking straight ahead. After a few more minutes, the woman stood up and walked around DG again. She glanced at the Queen, who nodded, and looked up to DG.
“Now, about this beading-” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Y’know,” DG stated with a turn toward her mother. “If I could just go over to... I could bring back a picture in, like, ten minutes. It’d be much better than a drawing from my fuzzy memory. It’s only been ten years...” DG knew her mother wouldn’t go for it, but the words were out of her mouth before she could think about it.
She wondered if she could blame Cain.
The seamstress moved over to her case of fabrics and decorations and returned with a scrap of orange sequined-material and a black overly-beaded piece of fancy fabric DG didn’t actually know the name of; perhaps she should have paid more attention to Mom and her sewing projects.
“These were the closest I could find in my collection, based on your description,” the woman said with a hint of exasperation. DG ran her hands over the small beads and was impressed at the detail. It reminded her of the dresses the girls at the Mystic Man’s show wore. “Of course, I wouldn’t suggest the orange,” she said with a wave, assuming the look on DG’s face was that of concern. “But I can create an overlay in any color you prefer-” DG’s hand caught the woman’s.
“No, I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble with this.” The woman looked at DG for a moment and smiled.
“It’s no trouble.”
“Azkadellia,” the Queen spoke, causing all of them to look her way. “Do you remember my green dress?” she asked with a slight smirk and raised eyebrows. Az had particularly liked the dress as a child and was always trying to find ways to borrow it, although she was never tall enough for it to fit properly. Az cocked her head slightly and raised her own eyebrow.
“Would you fetch it please?” Az nodded and turned, leaving the room and DG alone with the two older women. DG glanced to the window and sighed before looking down to the seamstress.
“I’m glad you’re not fond of blue and orange,” she said with a smile. The woman looked up to her with complete confusion on her face. “It’s a football thing,” DG said with a shrug, knowing that there was no point trying to explain any further.
Az returned a few minutes later with two dresses. Handing the first to her mother, she held up the second one and nodded to it. “This one had beads as well.” The Queen nodded and both held their dresses up to DG.
“Something like this, Dear?” DG waved to her stool and shrugged - she’d already been swatted twice for moving around - and the Queen and Az stepped closer.
“Or this?” Az asked as DG reached out for the fabric of the green dress, trying to will herself to remember her mother wearing it. DG glanced between the two dresses and smiled; both were beautiful - and so past retro they’d make the drama club’s head's spin - but she had no memories of either dress.
The one Az was holding had beads sewn onto the fabric, simply as accents. The green one, however, had an overlay of beads draped over the bodice, stopping at the waistline. DG couldn’t tell if the beads were part of the top or part of the overlay. Neither were exactly what she was picturing, but shy of Kate Winslet walking through the door, DG would have to take it.
“Do you have a bigger piece of-” she asked, holding up the scrap of orange beading still in her hand. The woman nodded and stepped back to her collection and DG held the fabric up to her hip and tried to imagine any other color. The woman returned with a long scarf-like piece of beaded fabric. DG smiled and traded her for the yellowish-gold and waved Az closer.
“Hold this, Sis,” she asked, pressing one end of the fabric to her side. Az leaned forward and pressed on the same spot. DG then wrapped the fabric around herself a few times, covering half her chest and letting the rest wrap semi-loosely around her waist, hip and skirt. “This isn’t exact, of course...” she said with a shrug.
The seamstress looked back to the drawing DG had presented her with during their first meeting and turned back to DG. Her eyes narrowed, she nodded and cocked her head from side to side. “It would need more beading,” she said a moment later.
“I don’t want a lot of sparkle,” DG stated, shaking her head.
“But you are a princess. Your gown should be worthy of a regal-” DG caught the woman’s hand and smiled.
“Please... I’d much rather have low-key. Besides, me in a dress will be enough of a scene as it is.” The woman turned to the Queen again and waited for a nod, which she soon got. Turning back to DG, the woman reached for the overlay and smiled to DG.
“Do you have a favorite flower?” DG cocked her head slightly and her brow furrowed.
“Um... I guess... daises?” she stammered, not even sure if they existed on the O.Z. Mom was really the one for flowers; DG always picked at the ones growing off the porch, as she had been doing the morning of the travel storm. “Why?” she asked as the woman finished gathering up the fabric and patted DG’s arm.
“For the pattern. White, I think,” she nodded to the green dress and then the yellow fabric in her hand. DG realized that the beads weren’t random, but in a floral shape.
“Oh, I don’t need-” she began to protest.
“Come on, Deej. This is your first ball,” Az said with a sigh.
“And what are you wearing?” DG asked with a snap. Az made a face and laughed.
“I’m not going.” DG glared at her.
“What? What do you-? If you’re not goin’, I’m not-”
“You will both attend,” the Queen said sharply. DG sighed and it was Az’s turn to have a tantrum. DG did have to admit, however, that it was nice to see Az acting her age for once and play the bratty sister. It was another minute before DG realized that Az wasn’t still a teenager.
Her head was starting to hurt again.
“Perhaps we should continue this later,” the Queen stated a moment later. She had seen DG’s expression change and frowned. Az sighed, knowing her mother’s comment meant her argument was over. The seamstress returned to collecting her things and nodded for DG to step down from the stool.
“Mind yourself when you take that off,” she said with a nod. DG’d been prodded with pins by Mom a hundred times, but she appreciated the woman’s concern. As she reappeared from behind the screen, DG passed the dress over to the seamstress and gave her a quick hug.
“Thank you.” The woman smiled and nodded as she placed the dress into her case. The Queen moved between Az and DG as the woman rolled her case out of the room.
“Come, girls. Let us have lunch.” DG made it about two steps before pulling free from her mother’s grasp.
“Actually, if it’s all right,” she said with a slight smile. “My head still hurts, so I’m just gonna lie down for a while.” The Queen nodded and pressed a kiss to the side of DG’s head. As she turned, DG patted Az’s free arm - the other was holding both of the dresses - and turned away from them in the hallway.
“Azkadellia, we shall discuss your attendance.” Az huffed as her mother lead her down the hall in the opposite direction. “I think we could have this dress taken in,” she said with a motion toward the green fabric hanging over Az’s arm. “You should be tall enough, now...”
DG pushed her door shut and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. She pushed off the door and flopped down onto her bed. Reaching for a blanket, DG covered herself and punched at the pillow twice before closing her eyes and sighing.
At the end of the hall, Wyatt Cain’s eyes moved to the floor and he frowned before heading back downstairs.
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the dress:
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Az, the seamstress and the Queen (mention of the Cain, Mom and the Mystic Man)
Rating: PG
Summary: DG gets fitted for the dress.
Warning: post-series *takes place just after the events What Happened When the Sheep Hit the Finaqua. This is kind of a boring chapter... *shrugs*
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
Scarecrow | The Cafeteria Boys | Dinner Conversation | Cafeteria Food | Stallone and Rabbits | Rabbits - and Cain - Can be Scary | Why Eat Crow When There's Pie? | No Laughing Matter | Only in the O.Z. Would the Bible Be Funny... | There's Something About Wheelers | Ever Wonder What Would Happen if the Sheep Hit the Finaqua? | DG and Leo's Excellent Adventure (Which Turned Out to Be a Bogus Journey) | What Happened When the Sheep Hit the Finaqua | Preparations of Titanic Proportions | Boys are Cute When They're Flustered | Checkmate | The Blue and the Gray | Times They Are a-Changin' | Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Cain? | Subterfuge | Royal Guards Don't Dance
Az sat up and looked around for a moment before rising from her chair and sweeping across the room and into the hallway. Her hand was on the door handle of DG’s room, but she didn’t open it.
“Deej,” she called into the door. “You in there?” Hearing nothing, Az turned the handle and pushed on the door, entering her sister’s room. She took a quick glance around and focused on the closed door of DG’s small bath. Taking a step closer, Az could swear she heard something.
“Deej?” she called again.
“Just a sec!” she heard from the other side of the door. DG looked in the mirror and wiped at her eyes before turning on the faucet and letting the water run cold. She splashed some water on her face and shut off the tap with one hand while reaching for a towel with the other. Taking a last glance in the mirror before turning away, DG shook her head.
‘Crap...’
Az jumped as the door opened and DG stared at her. “Are you okay?” DG forced a smile and nodded.
“Yeah, just have a headache.” Hooking her arm around Az’s, DG pulled her sister to the door. “Come on, I’m late for my fitting.” Az smiled and nudged DG as they moved into the hallway.
“I’ve never been on time for a fitting. Ever.” DG raised an eyebrow as the girls moved down the hallway.
“Sis, you were in charge. You were never late. They were early.” Az laughed heartily.
“I’ll remember that.” As they moved into the room being used for the fitting sessions, DG gave a sheepish glance toward her mother.
“Sorry. Time kinda slipped away from me.” She added a short nod and stepped toward the seamstress while Az moved over to a beverage cart and began fixing a cup of brew DG had taken to calling near-tea. The seamstress was cordial, but DG could hear the snap in her tone. In the woman’s defense, DG had been avoiding her, so she decided to just let it go. She could be the perfect little princess if it killed her.
And Wyatt Cain could take a flying leap into the gorge or rip or whatever they called it over here.
The seamstress held out a hanger of satiny fabric and DG’s breath caught. She’d never seen such a color; from afar, she would swear it was white but, up close and personal, it was definitely blue. “How did you get that color?” she asked, rather amazed.
“It compliments your eyes. Here,” she said as she pushed the fabric into DG’s hands. “Put this on and we’ll get started.” She pushed DG toward a changing screen in the corner and nodded. “Scoot.” DG smiled as she moved, glancing down at the fabric then up to the woman.
“I want to make sure the underskirt is properly fitted before any decorations are added.” DG nodded, as that did make perfect sense.
“Here,” Az said before DG stepped behind the screen. She reached for the dress as DG took the offered cup. “Drink it up.” The Queen took a moment to give DG a look as she drank and her brow furrowed.
“DG, my darling. Are you all right?” DG finished the drink and nodded.
“Yes, just a headache.” Nodding to Az, DG traded the cup for the dress again and stepped behind the screen. A few moments later, she reappeared and moved to the small stool just next to the seamstress.
“Stand on this,” she ordered. As the woman circled, DG followed her as best as she could without moving and finally found herself glancing down at her chest.
“Is it supposed to be this low?” she asked as her hand moved up to the point where the fabric ended.
“Oh, please, Deej,” Az responded first, rolling her eyes.
“What?” DG glared back as the woman began sticking pins into the bottom of the skirt. “Just because you’re comfortable showin’ off what God gave ya,” she said with a point to Az. The seamstress reached up and pulled DG’s arm down as Az stuck out her tongue, then her chest.
The Queen simply smiled, enjoying the sounds of bickering daughters once again.
“Does it have to be so tight?” DG asked a bit later, getting a raised eyebrow from the seamstress. DG swallowed and took a deep breath, straightening slightly and looking straight ahead. After a few more minutes, the woman stood up and walked around DG again. She glanced at the Queen, who nodded, and looked up to DG.
“Now, about this beading-” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Y’know,” DG stated with a turn toward her mother. “If I could just go over to... I could bring back a picture in, like, ten minutes. It’d be much better than a drawing from my fuzzy memory. It’s only been ten years...” DG knew her mother wouldn’t go for it, but the words were out of her mouth before she could think about it.
She wondered if she could blame Cain.
The seamstress moved over to her case of fabrics and decorations and returned with a scrap of orange sequined-material and a black overly-beaded piece of fancy fabric DG didn’t actually know the name of; perhaps she should have paid more attention to Mom and her sewing projects.
“These were the closest I could find in my collection, based on your description,” the woman said with a hint of exasperation. DG ran her hands over the small beads and was impressed at the detail. It reminded her of the dresses the girls at the Mystic Man’s show wore. “Of course, I wouldn’t suggest the orange,” she said with a wave, assuming the look on DG’s face was that of concern. “But I can create an overlay in any color you prefer-” DG’s hand caught the woman’s.
“No, I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble with this.” The woman looked at DG for a moment and smiled.
“It’s no trouble.”
“Azkadellia,” the Queen spoke, causing all of them to look her way. “Do you remember my green dress?” she asked with a slight smirk and raised eyebrows. Az had particularly liked the dress as a child and was always trying to find ways to borrow it, although she was never tall enough for it to fit properly. Az cocked her head slightly and raised her own eyebrow.
“Would you fetch it please?” Az nodded and turned, leaving the room and DG alone with the two older women. DG glanced to the window and sighed before looking down to the seamstress.
“I’m glad you’re not fond of blue and orange,” she said with a smile. The woman looked up to her with complete confusion on her face. “It’s a football thing,” DG said with a shrug, knowing that there was no point trying to explain any further.
Az returned a few minutes later with two dresses. Handing the first to her mother, she held up the second one and nodded to it. “This one had beads as well.” The Queen nodded and both held their dresses up to DG.
“Something like this, Dear?” DG waved to her stool and shrugged - she’d already been swatted twice for moving around - and the Queen and Az stepped closer.
“Or this?” Az asked as DG reached out for the fabric of the green dress, trying to will herself to remember her mother wearing it. DG glanced between the two dresses and smiled; both were beautiful - and so past retro they’d make the drama club’s head's spin - but she had no memories of either dress.
The one Az was holding had beads sewn onto the fabric, simply as accents. The green one, however, had an overlay of beads draped over the bodice, stopping at the waistline. DG couldn’t tell if the beads were part of the top or part of the overlay. Neither were exactly what she was picturing, but shy of Kate Winslet walking through the door, DG would have to take it.
“Do you have a bigger piece of-” she asked, holding up the scrap of orange beading still in her hand. The woman nodded and stepped back to her collection and DG held the fabric up to her hip and tried to imagine any other color. The woman returned with a long scarf-like piece of beaded fabric. DG smiled and traded her for the yellowish-gold and waved Az closer.
“Hold this, Sis,” she asked, pressing one end of the fabric to her side. Az leaned forward and pressed on the same spot. DG then wrapped the fabric around herself a few times, covering half her chest and letting the rest wrap semi-loosely around her waist, hip and skirt. “This isn’t exact, of course...” she said with a shrug.
The seamstress looked back to the drawing DG had presented her with during their first meeting and turned back to DG. Her eyes narrowed, she nodded and cocked her head from side to side. “It would need more beading,” she said a moment later.
“I don’t want a lot of sparkle,” DG stated, shaking her head.
“But you are a princess. Your gown should be worthy of a regal-” DG caught the woman’s hand and smiled.
“Please... I’d much rather have low-key. Besides, me in a dress will be enough of a scene as it is.” The woman turned to the Queen again and waited for a nod, which she soon got. Turning back to DG, the woman reached for the overlay and smiled to DG.
“Do you have a favorite flower?” DG cocked her head slightly and her brow furrowed.
“Um... I guess... daises?” she stammered, not even sure if they existed on the O.Z. Mom was really the one for flowers; DG always picked at the ones growing off the porch, as she had been doing the morning of the travel storm. “Why?” she asked as the woman finished gathering up the fabric and patted DG’s arm.
“For the pattern. White, I think,” she nodded to the green dress and then the yellow fabric in her hand. DG realized that the beads weren’t random, but in a floral shape.
“Oh, I don’t need-” she began to protest.
“Come on, Deej. This is your first ball,” Az said with a sigh.
“And what are you wearing?” DG asked with a snap. Az made a face and laughed.
“I’m not going.” DG glared at her.
“What? What do you-? If you’re not goin’, I’m not-”
“You will both attend,” the Queen said sharply. DG sighed and it was Az’s turn to have a tantrum. DG did have to admit, however, that it was nice to see Az acting her age for once and play the bratty sister. It was another minute before DG realized that Az wasn’t still a teenager.
Her head was starting to hurt again.
“Perhaps we should continue this later,” the Queen stated a moment later. She had seen DG’s expression change and frowned. Az sighed, knowing her mother’s comment meant her argument was over. The seamstress returned to collecting her things and nodded for DG to step down from the stool.
“Mind yourself when you take that off,” she said with a nod. DG’d been prodded with pins by Mom a hundred times, but she appreciated the woman’s concern. As she reappeared from behind the screen, DG passed the dress over to the seamstress and gave her a quick hug.
“Thank you.” The woman smiled and nodded as she placed the dress into her case. The Queen moved between Az and DG as the woman rolled her case out of the room.
“Come, girls. Let us have lunch.” DG made it about two steps before pulling free from her mother’s grasp.
“Actually, if it’s all right,” she said with a slight smile. “My head still hurts, so I’m just gonna lie down for a while.” The Queen nodded and pressed a kiss to the side of DG’s head. As she turned, DG patted Az’s free arm - the other was holding both of the dresses - and turned away from them in the hallway.
“Azkadellia, we shall discuss your attendance.” Az huffed as her mother lead her down the hall in the opposite direction. “I think we could have this dress taken in,” she said with a motion toward the green fabric hanging over Az’s arm. “You should be tall enough, now...”
DG pushed her door shut and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. She pushed off the door and flopped down onto her bed. Reaching for a blanket, DG covered herself and punched at the pillow twice before closing her eyes and sighing.
At the end of the hall, Wyatt Cain’s eyes moved to the floor and he frowned before heading back downstairs.
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the dress: