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[stripesandheels]

Matt just ducks in for a smoke, that's all. The fact that she ends up dressed like this is completely coincidental.

[Cosplay room, but with a twist. Apparently the last person to come through the room was

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[firm_detective]

*L's clothes are suddenly much tighter than they had been -- and much of his hair is gone.*

[Next victim will be Sherlock Holmes. Again.]

[stripesandheels]

Woah.

[Disturbingly hot. She doesn't recognize him, but she recognizes the costume.]

[firm_detective]

*He looks down at the blue jersey, then begins to pat at his hairline and ears -- which are tingling -- with his fingertips.*

... Yes?

*A slight frown, which comes out as a quirk of his eyebrow.*

You are dressed like Willie Wonka.

*A recollection from childhood, of the movie running on TV one Saturday afternoon; then, later, the book being read in the hospital.*

[stripesandheels]

Apparently.

You're Spock. I mean, you're obviously not Spock, but you're Spock. I'm Matt.

[stripesandheels]

Mister Holmes.

[It's like cosplay, only more elaborate. Matt grins at him, and tugs the goggles down.]

You look cute.

[ooc: woot, thanks!]

[stripesandheels]

Willy Wonka. You know, the candy-man, from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

[The Gene Wilder version of course.]

I'm Matt. I don't think we've met.

[onlydisappear]

[It would take something major to distract Matt from reading as he wanders around with a cigarette in one hand and a paperback in the other (Good Omens: literary comfort food), as has become his habit lately. Suddenly finding himself in a dress and something he can only think of as a weird wimple, when all he expected to get from this room was an energy drink, is more than major enough.]

Dude, what the hell?

[ooc: Rebecca is a go. XD Blanky's earliest crush was Princess Leia, so the next person through the door is going to find him/herself in, yes, the gold bikini from Return of the Jedi.]

[stripesandheels]

Nice Wimple, Mrs Von Trapp.

[onlydisappear]

Oh, hey, a girl me.

[He grins at her and drags on his cigarette.]

I don't even know, dude. Is it a bad sign that the thing that really cheeses me off is that it took my goggles?

[stripesandheels]

Hi, boy me. It probably is.

[She's trying to get out of the habit of wearing them; they're a crutch.]

[curtainwizard]

[As if his perfectly chosen clothes haven't just turned into That One Gold Bikini, complete with earphone wig, Light takes a seat by the door and starts to sketch. Beneath the costume, he's frighteningly wasted. The costume's bangle is on his right wrist, his watch is gone, and the scars around his left wrist are in plain sight. His lips are pursed.

He knows the costume well enough.]

[[OOC: Okay, never ask the guy who's been reading since he was two for his first fictional crush. Next person in will be The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Yes, I love you all but I've chosen darkness.]

[stripesandheels]

You know, there's so much I could say.

[Adjusting her top hat.]

But I'm sure you're aware of just how humiliating the outfit is, there's no point in beating a dead horse.

[curtainwizard]

Do I look humiliated to you?

[He looks more cold than anything else. Actually, very cold.]

[stripesandheels]

Absolutely.

[Resting a hand on one hip.]

You're repressing it so hard you probably can't even tell yourself, but you hate that this place does this to you.

[without_fanfare]

Halle found herself stepping through the door, looking down, and seeing what could only be a full-body caterpillar outfit, complete with a little red hat and antenna. And the room is full.

"... who's fault is this?"

((ooc: Peter. chronicles of narnia.))

[stripesandheels]

...wow, someone here is kind of disturbed.

[without_fanfare]

She's turning and trying to look at the costume, trying to find something- anything- good about it.

"Really? I didn't notice that."

[stripesandheels]

...yeah. I'm Matt, by the way.