I don't think you reaaady for this jeeeelly~

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Where: Elizabeth's room, Joe West 308
When: The day of Sadie Hawkins!
Who: All the ladies who want to come.
What: Getting all decked and fabulous.
Warnings:  CUZ MY BODY TOO BOOTYLICIOUS FOR YA BABE

Better move

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Lieutenant Helga Sinclair looked around the room.

She'd come to offer assistance, dressed in her typical Army clothes and not bearing any sort of change of clothes. Her own preparations would take a very brief time, and she preferred to do that alone.

She hadn't, though, expected any so elaborate a set-up, complete with food and drink. If food was required? Preparations were out of hand.

Still, other women fussed over their appearances, spent hours getting ready. She rolled her eyes but refrained from commenting.

"Miss Swann," she said when she saw the hostess. "Good afternoon. Quite a set-up you have here."

I can't type today at all. WTH MEL

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Elizabeth turned toward the voice, surprised to find the Lieutenant had decided to come.

"Lieutenant Sinclair? Good afternoon to you as well." She stood there for a moment, slightly confused before she apologized. "Forgive me, I did not expect you."

She dida quick turn around, inspecting the room one last time. "Ah, yes. I thought if I at least put everything there, one could do just about anything. I suppose it will be nice for the other girls and women, should they want to."

She deliberately excluded herself. She had far too many women help her dress, and more often than not, it involved quite painful procedures.

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"You're missing perfumes."

It wasn't a major deal, but it was the one thing Helga couldn't help but notice. Granted, she didn't have most of hers. Only a couple, one of which she just recently had Whitmore send to her.

But, well, if you want to make an impression... And she intended to make several impressions at this dance.

She looked at the dress on the chair. "Lovely," she murmured. It looked, from where she stood, rather ornate, made of fabric a party dress normally wouldn't use... but she wouldn't ask just yet.

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Elizabeth blinked for a moment. Of course. "Heavens. You're right. I don't believe I have any out. Not that I was able to bring much."

She went to rummage through a cabinet, frustrated when she can only produce one bottle. She heard the compliment from behind her, and her contorted face smoothed to a smile.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. You, of all women, would find that dress interesting for its story."

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Belle peeked around the door frame, gingerly holding this dress on a hanger. She had never met Elizabeth before, but that certainly didn't mean that she couldn't introduce herself now. She spotted Elizabeth and pushed the door open a little. She gave a polite little curtsy, although it was awkward because she was also trying not to let the dress brush the ground.

"Good afternoon."

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Elizabeth smiled at the young woman. "Good afternoon to you as well. Please, do come in."

She gestured to the varying things around the room. "Make yourself comfortable."

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Belle placed her dress carefully on the back of a chair. Before sitting down, she smiled at Elizabeth.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Belle."

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"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belle. I am Elizabeth Swann, as I'm sure you know." She looks at the dress and gasps approvingly. "What beautiful fabric."

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And in comes Lottie, carrying boxes of who-knows-what. While she was certain in the fact Elizabeth would be well prepared to handle the girls that came in for help, she wanted to make sure there was enough makeup to go around. But she wasn't just carrying makeup; jewlery and hair accessories were practically spilling out of some of the boxes.

"Howdy there, sugah!"

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Liz cannot help but grin. She expected no less from the princess of pink.

"Welcome, welcome Miss Lottie. I see you've brought a few things."

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Ooh, princess of pink? She'll need a crown and dress for that as well. Tee hee.

"Yeah, jus' in case. A dame can nevah be too ready for somethin' as important as a dance!"

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"One can be most certain of that." Elizabeth resisted the urge to chuckle. Far too many times, she herself had been forced to attend the various balls her father had thrown in Port Royal. Various maids had always assisted her, suffocated her with combs, fabric, powder, and everything she could have needed.

Thank bloody goodness it was no longer like that.

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Audrey arrived later than the rest of the girls...typically strange for her. But when it came to this kind of thing Audrey would rather not show at all. And just curl up in her shop instead. Ride out the storm.
But she'd gone to the trouble of asking a boy out.
She could at least go. Yes, she had her own odd reasons for showing up. Not like she'd tell anyone.

Chewing a wad of bubblegum and hauling her dress in it's protective plastic covering and her boots in another one. She's wearing a ratty pair of overalls. And she looks like she just came from digging through car guts. Just to make thing difficult? Perhaps.

"Uh...hi...guys." Ladies? Girls?

Why is this so damn difficult?

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For a moment, Elizabeth could only blink. She could not recollect meeting this young woman before, and it takes her a moment to take in the overalls, the grease, and the overall reluctant attitude.

Then again, Liz could hardly blame her. Though she may be an expert for getting ready for such formal occasions, Elizabeth was not one to actually enjoy them. When she regains her sense of mind, she shakes her head at herself and puts on a smile.

"Ah, welcome, Miss....?"

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" Uh...m'names Audrey. Nice to meet you?"

Audrey wipes her free hand on her leg. Leaving a slight smudge on the fabric before she makes a silent offer to shake hands with the hostess.

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[A bit of a smirk spreads across her face. So many times, she had been as grimy as this young woman. It reminded her of being out at sea, of spending evenings in Tortuga and pulling a very drunk and grimy James from a pigsty. Ahh, memories.

However, now is not time to think of those moments. She has someone before her to assist.]

Miss Audrey, I'll be happy to assist you in getting ready for this event. [She takes her hand and shakes it firmly.]

Do let me know what you need.