Enchantment Under the Sea

[broken_brushes]

One thing I'd learned in my time on the island was that you could always count on people to lend a hand when you needed it. It had taken most of the day, but working together we'd managed to transform the rec center gym into something straight out of a Fifties flashback

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[gildylocks]

Gilderoy, not to be outdone by his amazing decorations, had of course toiled away on a costume once the decorations were completed. He'd envisioned a awe-inspiring theme-appropriate design which wouldn't be as magical as it would have been back home, but one had to make sacrifices sometimes, especially living on Tabula Rosa

[how_youdoin]

"Nice costume," Joey spoke by way of greeting, not at all sure what he was looking at but definitely sure he didn't like it. His roommate was Weird with a capital W and he was also pretty sure he was Gay with a capital G.

He munched on a snack, coming to stand by Gilderoy's shoulder and looking around. "Very uh..." What was the word? His attention turned to the costume once again. Oh! "....Girly."

[gildylocks]

"Thank you," Gilderoy replied with a smile. He couldn't quite make out the second word that Joey used to describe the costume. Right at the moment he'd said girly, Gilderoy had been distracted by a someone else having a good time.

"Gildy?" he asks. "I really prefer Gilderoy, but I supposed it's as good an adjective as any to describe something made by me."

[how_youdoin]

"Joey," Joey corrected, chucking a thumb back at himself. He wasn't really surprised that Gilderoy would forget his name; the man was always so distracted by things that Joey found it hard to hold his attention most of the time.

"So, um...I figure we should, y'know, bond some more. Uh..." May as well start on a topic Joey was an expert on. "Slept with any hot women latey? Unless you're...you know..." As gay as a rainbow unicorn.

[gildylocks]

Gilderoy gave a confused look for a moment as though he'd missed something, but couldn't quite work out what it was or if it was worth figuring out. Since Joey continued talking, Gilderoy decided it wasn't important.

"A gentleman never tells," Gilderoy said ambiguously with a raised eyebrow. He liked to answer in this way. More often than not, the other person would make up their own answer.

[how_youdoin]

"Yeah, but bros always do. Homies, y'know." Joey gave him a look to see if he was following. "You can tell me, I won't judge. I love gay men!" That seemed like a supportive thing to say, anyway.

[gildylocks]

"You're gay?" Gilderoy asked. It was a logical conclusion derived from Joey's declaration that he loved gay men. Gilderoy wasn't exactly sure what it had to do with telling Joey who he'd been sleeping with, which in fact was no one except himself, but it was Joey after all.

[patriotqueen]

Guy walked over to the man in the grand costume. There was a lot of fabric involved and it made him look rather a lot like an opera performer. Or rather, more alike a different sort of performer.

Either way, Guy could not criticize the costume. He was wearing a polka-dotted dress himself, after all.

"Can you even move in that?" He wondered amused as he found himself next to the other.

[gildylocks]

"It would definitely be easier if it were actually enchanted," Gilderoy admits. "But it's only for the night. And one can always sacrifice comfort and movement in order to look fantastic!" At which point Gilderoy actually turns to look at the man.

"You know that's not a robe, right? It's a dress. A woman's garment." Just in case the other man were confused. It's an understandable mistake for certain.

[patriotqueen]

"Yes, I'm aware. And don't I look pretty?" Guy replied as stupidly as the question that had been asked. "And I can move," he added amused.

[gildylocks]

Gilderoy seriously contemplates how to reply to the man in the dress when he figures it out.

"Steve put you up to this, didn't he?"

[patriotqueen]

This was a man in more fabric surrounding him than Guy had in his wardrobe and he was seriously pondering his reply to Guy. The whole scene was very amusing. "I don't know Steve. Does he make it a point to put men in women's clothing? Because if that is so, I will have to make it a point to meet him."

"But no, I'm afraid this was all my doing. I just can't pass any opportunity for pantomime. What's your excuse?"

[gildylocks]

"I think he controls the pixie-gremlins," Gilderoy said in a conspiratorial whisper (which wasn't very much like a whisper) leaning toward the other man. He straightened back up before he continued.

"And I wouldn't know if he makes it a point to put men in women's clothing, but it's very likely." Gilderoy wasn't certain he believed that Stephen wasn't involved, but since he had no proof to the contrary, he just went with the flow.

"My excuse is good fashion!"

[patriotqueen]

The man reminded Guy a lot of the type of upper-class queen who went about gentlemen clubs with a purple handkerchief in his pocket claiming they couldn't possibly have come in earlier because the wife kept moaning about something or other. It was a specific type of person and this man reminded him of it (though in different wear, very different wear).

If he were dressed normally he would have been able to make a comment about his excuse, but as it was he was wearing a fifties' housewive's outfit and was therefore bereft of remarks.

"And a taste for abundance, no doubt."

[gildylocks]

"It's very important to pamper one's self. Stress can cause such ugliness. Not that there's much stress here on the tropical island of Tabula Rosa, but even having too little to do can create stress." He sounded like one of those magazines for women.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, by the way," he said, sticking his hand out to shake. "I expect you already know that though."

[notdrfrasier]

The only dress that the box had given Carolyn over and over again was a pale pink ballerina length vintage bouffant style party dress. The frothy layers of stiffened net and lace were enough to make even her gag, but it had been the style of the fifties, so she supposed she really couldn't complain.

Glancing around the decorated rec center, Carolyn sighed and reached up patting her hair, making sure it hadn't escaped the tight french twist she'd styled it up into. Satisfied, she slowly began to stroll around the room and came to a stop, her head tilting a little to the side as she watched, well stared, at a very interestingly attired man.

She brought her hand up to stifle a laugh, and cleared her throat. It really wasn't nice to laugh at someone else's clothing. She herself looked like a big wad of walking cotton candy, but still... She couldn't stop smiling. Stepping closer to him, she dropped her hand and somehow managed to speak to him without laughing. "Very interesting choice in clothing...."