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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone - an advertisement]

Homecoming's this weekend, right? So I'm gonna assume most of the girls have already gotten yourselves dates or are just going with friends. I figure you've all got dresses or have that pony making 'em. But what about the other stuff? The whole pretty package just ain't quite right without the finishing touches, ze.

"Now, Marisa, what the hell are you talking about?"

I'm talking about nails. Sure, the polish stuff in this place kinda sucks, but with the right skill, amazing things can still be done with it. I happen to have this skill; I can even do designs. So, the morning of Homecoming, I'll be available at my house - 1125 Taylor - to do your nails if you want. It's first-come, first-serve. I ain't doing appointments and it ain't free. Just bring either cash or booze in exchange. It'll totally be worth it, ze.

Also, when I say I'm not taking anyone else, I'm done. I got my own date to get ready for, you know, and she's more important than any of you.


[Action - 340 Brady (open to all residents - backdated to last Friday)]

[It occurred to Marisa, that she should actually ask Patchouli to Homecoming instead of just assuming she'd go along. Especially since the odds were Patchouli didn't want to go anywhere near a dance. But Marisa wanted to see her all dressed up and it'd be romantic and fun and... Hell, Marisa wanted to show her gorgeous girlfriend off.

So, she let herself into 340 Brady like always, set her broom against the wall and went to see if there were any cookies in the kitchen. She'd put together a plate of them and make some tea. Then she'd head on up to Patchy's room to ask her.]

Comments

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

To inspire him to be a better man.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I think it worked, ze. Just never tell him that. He'll just argue it.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I hadn't planned on it.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I wonder when he's going to ask her. [a squeeze] What kind of wedding do you think they'll have?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Mm... if they're holding it here, their options are considerably limited.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I guess. What would that be? I, uh, wasn't alive during this time period...

[Not to mention not being from the Outside World like Patchouli was.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I haven't a clue, myself.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I guess she'll probably end up asking for help. [pause] Us. I mean us.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

And yet neither of us are any good for it. How troublesome.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

This is probably one subject we can find books in the library here on.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Hopefully.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Guess I'll look the next time I'm over there.

[She pulled the book Patchouli had been reading over to them.]

Wanna pick up where you left off? I'll read it out loud and you can enjoy the cookies, tea and you witch cushion.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I haven't been read to since I was a little girl.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[She scooted back so she could prop herself up and gestured for Patchy to... use her as a cushion.]

About time we fix that, ze.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-With a giggle, Patchouli repositioned herself and made herself comfortable, giving a content sigh. Ah, her warm little pillow.-

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Moving the book so Marisa could read it and keep an arm about Patchy, she began to read from where the book had been marked. As she did, she altered her voice to match the different characters in dialogue to make it more interesting to listen to.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-Ah... This was pretty much the Best Thing Ever.-