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[im_not_a_rookie]

Who: Elena, OPEN
Where: The Ball
When: During the Ball
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Elena's at the ball and in a dress with the president. Point and laugh at will.

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[keki_keki]

Lurking behind the cake stands, a pink creature in a red bow bobbed up and down strangely... Munching noises, cutesy noises, singng, auuuumph, a fork being set down... amongst other strange noises, fluttered through the air above the pastries.

As Elena stopped at last at the table, silence came.

After a moment of strange silence, the pink creature motionless, a head popped from around a cake display.

And it let out a gasp.

"Hiiimechan~~!? You're wearing a dress~?!!" Honey cried in surprise, gaping at her with large brown eyes.

Large brown eyes caked in bright blue eyeshadow and mascara, that is.

He really shouldn't have been the one to be surprised that his girl friends were wearing dresses; they were girls, after all.

Additionally, his own dress was just as grand as theirs -- if not moreso.

But Honey stood gaping, made up, pretty, girlish, nonetheless.

Sorry it's short...

[im_not_a_rookie]

Elena stopped, blinking at both the sounds, then the silence, then the nothing. Nothing but mascara covered lashes and those powdered lids. She said nothing, her hands falling down in front of her, her lips parted, the stunned look saying all the things that her lips could not.

"...Honey?"

She peeked around, looking for the little blonde young man that she knew, hoping to find him in the masses thus verifying that she was either insane or he hadn't told her about a suspicious female twin. Upon finding no one that even remotely resembled him, she blinked again helplessly and looked back to him.

"Is...it that you?"

No problem. XD' I don't care at all~ <3

[keki_keki]

Honey smiled sweetly, quickly and energetically making his way around the table to Elena's side. "Waiii, Himechan, Himechan~!! You look so beautiful, nee~~~!!" the boy exclaimed, wrapping his friend in one of the ferociously adourable spinning hugs he was so known for.

"Look, look, Himechan~!! Usachan dressed up for the ball, too~!!"

The bunny wore lipstick. And a red bow. It was shoved at Elena's face to prove so, before being drawn back into a light hug by its very gussied owner.

"Aren't we pretty, nee~~?" Honey asked girlishly, staring up at her with such innocence.

Usachan stared, too.

[im_not_a_rookie]

She couldn't help the small smile over seeing Usachan wearing lipstick and coming just as cute as Honey to this ball. She wanted nothing more than to hug him close, a sister, motherly embrace like she had never given to her own sibling, and smile.

In the end, she slid her hand into the boy's blonde hair and fixed a few errant strands. It was hard to remind herself that this was not only a boy, but a grown one at that. Nineteen, if she remembered correctly, though no one would have guessed it. Idly, she wondered how people reacted to him back on his homeworld, how much the ladies (and possibly the men) fawned over him and fed him cakes.

"You are the prettiest people here, Honey and Usachan." And she was glad that Schuldig wasn't around because he would have probably teased her and Honey to their wits end.

"You're going to dance with me later tonight, right? Though, you'll forgive me if I step on your toes; I'm still new at this."

[gentlemanskele]

Brook had nothing else to do, and if Luffy wasn't eating everything in sight, he was probably off doing something crazy. And most likely Nami was trying to steal money from some poor saps. So, the Gentleman Skeleton, wearing the same thing as always(no money for new clothes afterall) twirled about as he came near the two girls, well, one girl one....Honey. But that mattered not. And if they looked close enough they could see the bruises on his skull from being hit a dozen times or so already

[minervaband]

She didn't, really, want to be here. Galas weren't her thing, at least, not on the Planet; they were too much bullshit and not enough action, as far as she saw it. Not that Elena was bad at pretension - one learns these things, particularly when they've been born and raised on Shin-ra feed. Plus, she was a Turk, and determined to live the role fully (for Ondrea's memory, at first - later, for herself). But it was exhausting, getting jostled and groped and eyefucked by all those Shin-ra bigwigs - she'd rather go drinking with the other Turks. While they were wont to label her uptight (Reno, anyway - and rather lovingly) at least it was... a natural uptightness, as opposed to faked it.

But...

She figured there was no better way to met others in this place, which she really needed to do - plus, her other self said she would be here, though it occured to her then, when the possibility was very real, the thought mildly frightened her -

... and just as she had said thought, she spotted... herself. What was she wearing? ... was

[im_not_a_rookie]

Elena couldn't agree more about the bigwigs. She understood the reason to have the parties, really; networking had its advantages in the normal, everyday business world, but she didn't like the fake, plastic grins and hollow eyes. At least, hollow when they weren't checking out a nice rack or a pert little ass.

The worst one to have such a habit, she found, was Palmer, if one did not take into account Don Corneo, who had attended a few of the lesser-elegant events. Perverts, the lot of them.

Elena was nodding and half-grinning at the president's side, her back to her ...what? double? twin? self?. While she listened to the endless prattle of someone who didn't really excite her enthusiasm, she couldn't break away and be rude.

At least not until she turned and saw her. Elena. Herself.

What to do? What to do?!

Excusing herself quietly, she made her way over to the other Elena, trying to hold her gaze and failing. "...hi...?" she said. "I...I guess you're me."

[minervaband]

She'd always been most disturbed by Heidegger, as far as it all went. Palmer was unnerving, certainly, but he was also all talk and no grope. Corneo, in turn, was a coward. Heidegger, though, had no sense of boundaries and a streak of violence wider than his gut.

And a sense of entitlement when it came to the Turks. Thankfully, Scarlet had seemed to have him under control - something that, really, she didn't want to think about any more than necessary.

That her other self was next to Shinra was interesting, but not all that interesting. The Turks did do such things quite often, after all.

As said Elena actually approached her, her throat felt lined with cotton all of a sudden, and a tremble ran up her arm which she quickly controlled.

"Yes... I guess so." She took a deep, thick breath, fighting for the solid ground of - something, anything to say - which she found, and while it wasn't the best thing, it was at least something.

"H-how are you?"