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[waltsnothereman]

Wanda had a problem. It was hardly an urgent one, and she'd merrily set it aside for weeks, but now that she'd gotten accustomed to the new and arguably improved island-that-wasn't-an-island-anymore, it was time to get down to business

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[spirited_lissie]

It wasn't the sight of a woman wearing nothing but stays that caught her attention-she'd been too used to seeing such states before-it was rather the sight that she was going out 'in such weather' that made Felicity stare.

"I'll be glad to help." She answered, almost insistantly. Her own garments consisted of a mix of modern and 'victorian': a blouse, waistcoat and skirts, but cut in a less fussy way. "Just promise we could go to someplace warmer."

[waltsnothereman]

"No complaints there," Wanda gratefully assured the girl, beckoning up the walkway with her head. "My place is this one, and I'm freezing out here."

[spirited_lissie]

She followed her inside her room.

"How have you been dressing before, if you can't lace up stays by yourself?" Not that Felicity was making fun of her or anything, stays were bothersome things if one hadn't worn them in so long-or even if one had.

[waltsnothereman]

"I'm very good at improvisation," Wanda replied vaguely, since that was really all that it boiled down to in the end. "Figured it was time to start doing this properly, though."

[somanytitles]

Aragorn had decided that enough time had passed from his encounter with Wanda that he could ask if she wanted to see the city with him without it being terribly awkward. The island had given him a new outfit today that was just as strange as the last. Still, it was warm enough, and if he put his head down the hat served to block the wind at his face some.

Which was why he did not realize that Wanda was standing there, in hardly anything at all, until he was nearly right behind her.

"W-wanda!" he choked out, eyes going wide before his cheeks turned red and he quickly looked away.

[waltsnothereman]

"Is that a no?" Wanda asked, all mock-innocence as she peeked at Aragorn over her bare shoulder. Of all the people who could come across her in her present state of undress, he... probably wouldn't have been her first choice, admittedly, but she had enough distance from the whole mistletoe thing to handle his sudden unanticipated presence with her usual amount of grace and subtlety. Besides, she still liked him (obviously) and she wasn't in any position to be picky about who she enlisted to help her out. "I just figured since you've got experience with all those overly complicated get-ups and all..."

[somanytitles]

The look that Wanda gave him seemed innocent, yet it tended to have the exact opposite effect. He wondered if that was intentional. Knowing Wanda, she most certainly did intend it, though Aragorn found more and more he didn't mind how she seemed to tease him. The actions seemed... affectionate in some way.

"I- ah, I believe that I could help you, yes. Which, ah, what- would you like me to do?"

[waltsnothereman]

"First? Come inside," Wanda said, grinning at his reaction and motioning towards her front door with one hand (the other still firmly occupied with keeping her some definition of decent). "I may be hardier than most, but it's still winter and I'm not exactly dressed for the weather."

[loveofmasters]

"I, uh - sure, just... you should probably go back inside, right?"

If there was one thing guaranteed to make Florence fluster, it was seeing a nearly naked woman darting out into a Victorian landscape. She wouldn't expect it in modern time either, but considering the circumstances, she was even more surprised. Maybe even scandalized, it certainly wouldn't happen back home even after the so-called liberation of the sixties and seventies behind her.

"Wanda, right?"

[waltsnothereman]

"Bingo," Wanda replied, heaving a rather restrained sigh of relief to keep from losing her top. "On both counts. You're a lifesaver; my very own Florence Nightingale."

[loveofmasters]

"I'm a Florence, don't know about the Nightingale part."

She followed Wanda into the house, waiting so she could make certain the door was closed. She didn't want some ghost stumbling in, even if they were... ghost-like. She was really starting to doubt her own sanity around here.

"But let's see if we can help you get laced up."

[waltsnothereman]

"Yes, please," Wanda said, flashing Florence a grateful smile. "I mean, I'm sure I could just keep winging it for another couple of weeks until this all probably goes away, but when in Rome, right? Or London, as the case may be."