"You should have seen some of the stuff that it tried to give me when I was pregnant. It wasn't even decent."
Somehow, it never gets old watching people argue with the clothesbox. Four years, and it's still true. On Charlie's hip, Cadi is chubby and smiling, kicking her legs, wearing a onesie after her bath.
"I mean, my husband wasn't complaining, but still."
Lily laughed and looked up at the woman, holding out the sequined bra as an offering. "See if he likes this one," she suggested with a grin, letting it spin once around her finger, the little jewels catching the light and flashing.
"You dance at one casino night and suddenly it thinks you're a Vegas Showgirl," she added, rolling her eyes down at the pile she'd collected.
"I think I've got one like that," says Charlie, shifting Cadi's weight and grinning. "And I know exactly how you feel, honey. I once spent a memorable weekend dressed like Jessica Rabbit."
"But, come on, Jessica Rabbit is one sexy lady," Lily answered, grinning. "And I'm sure you could pull it off. I'd much rather have a great costume like that than enough feathers to create an entire flock." She didn't mind the feathers, in all honesty, especially not when she needed a costume, but it was a little much for day to day wear.
"I'm Lily, by the way," she added. "I guess people usually introduce themselves before offering someone a sequined bra."
"I seriously hate that thing," Lux says when she glances up from piling clothes into a washing machine. "When I first got here, I thought I could just come down here and get whatever I wanted out of it at any time. So wrong." She motions to the rejected piece of clothing. "Who in this place actually needs sequined booty shorts? Why are those even an option?"
"For awhile it was actually nice to me," Lily said, picking up the shorts with two fingers and examining the back once more, wondering if she could pull the sequins off. It still left the awful bright pink colour behind, but she might be able to deal with that, if she absolutely had to. "But then I performed at casino night and now it seems to think that I should always dress in feathers and sequins."
Which could be fun when she needed a costume once in awhile, but certainly not every day.
"I think it tries to get you complacent first," Lux replies, reaching for the laundry soap. "You start thinking all the rumors are wrong, that you're lucky or it likes you, right? And then all of a sudden your ass is telling everybody you're sassy." Or, in her case, there's nothing but tent-like maternity wear to be found, no matter how long she looks.
"Or sexy, or a hottie," Lily answered, still sorting through the box and finding a pair of shorts made entirely of gold sequins that she held up with a sigh. "Or simply very, very gold." Somehow, it was better than 'hottie', which was something she was sure she'd never display on her ass. Even if it was the only thing the island gave her from here out.
"I'm Lily," she added. "Latest victim of this box."
"And this is why you never give the island a show."
The steady click of heels against concrete announced Faye's arrival as she stepped into the basement, a few articles of clothing (mostly those from home, pieces Faye was a little more reluctant to part with for good) stuffed into a small bag that she tossed into the closest open machine, detouring to kneel down beside Lily on the floor. Her chin rested on her knees as she tilted her head lazily, one hand reaching into the box before she unearthed a pair of black shorts with green sequins sewn on back.
'SKANK,' it read. Faye's brows rose in light disbelief. "Although really, if it wanted to charm anyone into a repeat performance, you'd think the box would at least try a little more respect."
"In all honesty, I think I'd rather go with 'Skank' than 'Sassy'," Lily answered with a wry grin, shaking her head at the offending piece of clothing. "At least those shorts are black instead of pink."
Really, though, it wasn't that much of an improvement.
"But you're right," she added, looking at Faye in amusement. "I showed up here in feathers, too, I think the repeat performance was a little too much for this place.
With an arch of her eyebrow, Faye slid the pair of shorts over in Lily's direction. "Well, by all means, knock yourself out if you dare," she laughed, shaking her head. "Personally, I don't mind bright colors. Although I'm not sure how well pink goes with my hair."
Reaching into the box and pulling out a few articles of clothing, Faye arranged them strategically on the ground until there was enough of a pile for her to rest on; she slumped down on her back, arms crossed under her head. "But showing up in feathers, huh? Let me guess. Swan Lake?"
It wasn't too hard to picture Lily playing the role of Odile. There was just something magnetic about her, and an occasional glint of mischief in her eyes that Faye felt could truly translate on the stage.
"Good guess," Lily answered, tossing the shorts back into the box before she plunged both hands inside, hoping she'd have more luck if she almost literally dove into the box. Maybe, just maybe, something in there would show up without the feathers.
"I arrived here during our intermission," she said, fishing a pair of black shorts out of the box that didn't seem to have anything written on them. They were a little on the shiny side, but she could deal with that. "Full swan regalia and not a stage in sight." But it had certainly been memorable, which was something Lily always enjoyed being.
"The clothes box giving you as much trouble as the bookshelf?" Thomas asked, having just come through the doorway. So far, the clothes box hadn't deigned to give him much trouble, the extent of his misfortune at its hands limited to a selection of clothing that was just, perhaps, a little more casual than what he would have normally opted for.
"Although I suppose it's on a more personal scale."
"If one casino night results in this, I'd hate to see what might happen to a real Vegas showgirl," Lily answered, swinging a pair of extensively sequined shorts around one finger before she let them drop back into the box. It had given her the occasional tutu after her arrival, but that hadn't kept up for very long and the tutus were somehow easier to deal with than all these feathers.
"If this keeps up, I'll be the easiest person on the island to spot," she added dryly, looking up at Thomas. "I guess there are worse things to be known for."
"Considerably worse things," he agreed, attempting candidness but unable to hide the slight amusement in his voice. "You could try spelling out an S.O.S. in sequins," Thomas added, with a nod at the clothes box. "I haven't seen any planes fly by, but who knows." (Needless to say, the suggestion was one made in jest.)
"The suggestion that a plane might be able to see my ass from the sky is bordering on insulting, you know," she answered, trying not to let her mouth twitch up into a smile, but it was nearly impossible. She'd never been one to entertain many insecurities for very long, most especially not insecurities about her body.
"But given what I'm finding, I could probably gather enough to spell it out in the sand," she added. "They'd see that for sure. If they existed."
"Yikes," Felicia winces in sympathy at the sight. There are only so many reactions a person can give a pair of shorts like that. Definitely the sorts of things that a person wears as a form of a last resort.
She's not about to judge to much, given that it every so often tries to give her clothes that can best be described as bondage gear. "Not exactly the sort of think that anyone really has in mind."
"You'd be surprised how many girls in San Francisco would have thought those were the best shorts ever," Lily answered, twisting to look at Felicia over her shoulder with a bit of a grin. "I was not one of them and I remain firmly in the camp that doesn't have words written on their ass."
But apparently the box was trying to change that, given that the next pair she pulled out spelled out 'BRAT' in giant, sparkly letters.
"Just the girls?" Felicia asks, remembering the sorts of people that she met during her brief sojourn in San Fransisco. They definitely memorable and part of her wishes that she had decided to settle there rather than head down to L.A. Oh well, hindsight did have that pesky tendency to be twenty-twenty.
"Cause I think the boys should not be denied that chance." Another rolling laugh follows this statement. "As a grown woman who sometimes still wears Hello Kitty teeshirts, I can safely say that shorts like that have never been my style. So I am giving you props for joining me over here."
"Not just the girls," Lily corrected herself, laughing. "Maybe I should see if any of the boys here want to give it a shot." She could just imagine Jeff's face if she tried to get him to wear a pair and made a mental note to test it out. It would be worth it just to see whatever expression he might make.
"I danced on casino night," she explained. "Now the box thinks I'm a real show girl."
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Somehow, it never gets old watching people argue with the clothesbox. Four years, and it's still true. On Charlie's hip, Cadi is chubby and smiling, kicking her legs, wearing a onesie after her bath.
"I mean, my husband wasn't complaining, but still."
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"You dance at one casino night and suddenly it thinks you're a Vegas Showgirl," she added, rolling her eyes down at the pile she'd collected.
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"I'm Lily, by the way," she added. "I guess people usually introduce themselves before offering someone a sequined bra."
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Which could be fun when she needed a costume once in awhile, but certainly not every day.
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"I'm Lily," she added. "Latest victim of this box."
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The steady click of heels against concrete announced Faye's arrival as she stepped into the basement, a few articles of clothing (mostly those from home, pieces Faye was a little more reluctant to part with for good) stuffed into a small bag that she tossed into the closest open machine, detouring to kneel down beside Lily on the floor. Her chin rested on her knees as she tilted her head lazily, one hand reaching into the box before she unearthed a pair of black shorts with green sequins sewn on back.
'SKANK,' it read. Faye's brows rose in light disbelief. "Although really, if it wanted to charm anyone into a repeat performance, you'd think the box would at least try a little more respect."
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Really, though, it wasn't that much of an improvement.
"But you're right," she added, looking at Faye in amusement. "I showed up here in feathers, too, I think the repeat performance was a little too much for this place.
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Reaching into the box and pulling out a few articles of clothing, Faye arranged them strategically on the ground until there was enough of a pile for her to rest on; she slumped down on her back, arms crossed under her head. "But showing up in feathers, huh? Let me guess. Swan Lake?"
It wasn't too hard to picture Lily playing the role of Odile. There was just something magnetic about her, and an occasional glint of mischief in her eyes that Faye felt could truly translate on the stage.
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"I arrived here during our intermission," she said, fishing a pair of black shorts out of the box that didn't seem to have anything written on them. They were a little on the shiny side, but she could deal with that. "Full swan regalia and not a stage in sight." But it had certainly been memorable, which was something Lily always enjoyed being.
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"Although I suppose it's on a more personal scale."
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"If this keeps up, I'll be the easiest person on the island to spot," she added dryly, looking up at Thomas. "I guess there are worse things to be known for."
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"But given what I'm finding, I could probably gather enough to spell it out in the sand," she added. "They'd see that for sure. If they existed."
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She's not about to judge to much, given that it every so often tries to give her clothes that can best be described as bondage gear. "Not exactly the sort of think that anyone really has in mind."
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But apparently the box was trying to change that, given that the next pair she pulled out spelled out 'BRAT' in giant, sparkly letters.
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"Cause I think the boys should not be denied that chance." Another rolling laugh follows this statement. "As a grown woman who sometimes still wears Hello Kitty teeshirts, I can safely say that shorts like that have never been my style. So I am giving you props for joining me over here."
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"I danced on casino night," she explained. "Now the box thinks I'm a real show girl."
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