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Who: Paru + Everyone
What: Surprise cosplay
When: Saturday, July 10
Where: All over, but mostly near the NPC clothing store.
Summary: Thanks to Joshua and his creative incontinence, Paru has been busy. Once again, she has commandeered the poor NPC's clothing store for her own, but this time, she has helpers to drag victims to her. Warning: Tagging will result in having to wear a silly costume.
Rating: Not a damn clue.

Paru had indeed been quite busy. She had so many ideas, and so little time... Fortunately, she still had the excess from last time she pulled this to help. That was quite a bit of excess, really. Why was there so much of it? She had somehow come to the conclusion that it was insufficient advertisement, and so she had grabbed helpers. Helpers, specifically, in bunny costumes, who will be helping bring people there, possibly against said people's wills. It's for a good cause, really.

Inside the store, the costumes tend to be a little less... well, provocative. Mostly. There's still the occasional incredibly revealing one, but there's a lot more of rather nice dresses, fancy suits, and occasionally a few articles of clothing that Marie Antoinette would have thought too much. Paru herself is flitting about the rows of clothing, finding people who either were dragged or convinced by her assistants, or whose curiosity got the better of them so they checked on their own. She is helping them find good costumes (though whose definition of 'good' it is is debatable) and occasionally just forcing people into it for the lulz.

There is a crazy cosplay maniac turned loose on Luceti. Good luck.

(OOC: so yeah. Chat's fault, mostly. Paru is going to be forcing people into silly costumes because she can. If you have any costumes in mind, link them in your post, otherwise I will be digging through safebooru and google image search to find appropriately overelaborate things. There's a couple helpers set already, and if you want to get nonconned into being a helper too, say so, there's always room for more silly publicity. You're welcome to tag around and mingle in your silly costumes, too. |D Most importantly, have fun with it, etc.

ETA i am the smrtest and forgot to say, commentspam or log styles are both fine!)

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"That's the best kind of clothes, though!" In Paru's perfect world, all the women would dress like Queen Elizabeth, and the men would all dress like Miles Edgeworth. Sadly, reality often falls short of this, but she does her best to remedy this.

"I bet we can find something for you, too. What do you like?"

"Um...they are very pretty." And she means it. But like she said, intricate. Not fitting for a woman of such low self-esteem. Which leads to her next inquiry:

"...What do you suggest?"

She will regret asking that, won't she.

It is quite likely.

"Well, let's see... That one you have now is really stuffy-looking. You should show off a bit more, you look like an old librarian like that!" Paru began to look through the shelves, going for dresses that were likely, for Jennifer, alarmingly short.

Oh dear.

"Um...Are you sure I would be suited for that...?"

"Definitely!" Paru grinned, completely oblivious to any worries from Jennifer. Probably. "We'll have to let your hair out of that bun, though."

She reaches up to touch her hair nervously. While she's not refusing, per se, she does bite her lip and make a less-than-happy noise at the idea.

But then again, she's also doing absolutely nothing to change her mind.

Paru notices, and decides she needs a bit more convincing. "Come on, how old are you, anyway?"

Oh, how she doesn't like where this is going. Jennifer reaches down and tugs on her dress again.

"....Nineteen?"

"But you're dressing like you're ninety." Paru said bluntly.

Now, Jennifer has never really been called out on her fashion choices before, but she has been berated for other things. Therefore, she does the first thing that comes to mind:

"Um...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize!" Paru waved it off. "Just let me fix it for you. What colors do you like?"

Alright, Paru. You win. Jennifer attempts to frown in thought -what colors did she like?- but her subconscious knew the answer far better than she and Jennifer found words tumbling out before she even realized it.

"Red. My favorite color is red."

Victory. Now that she had that, this would be easy. Paru quickly pulled a red outfit out of her seemingly endless piles, and held it out to Jennifer.

"Here you go! Try it on!"

Oh god how does she wear this thing. This dress may make her look ninety but it's so much easier to button up and go.

"...Right now?"

"Yeah! Do you need help with it?" To her credit, Paru was very good at making her offer sound innocent.

And Paru has her. Paru has her hook, line, and sinker.

"...If it's not too much trouble."

Poor, poor Jennifer.

"Of course not!" Paru grinned widely. "I'll do your hair, too!" She seemed very excited by the prospect.

The warning bells are not going off right now. Perhaps they should be.

"Um...thank you very much."

Indeed, they should have been, but Paru was very good at avoiding those when she wanted to.

"It's no trouble. Let's start!"

"A-all right..."

Clutching the dress to herself, Jennifer will hesitantly follow Paru to wherever the lady is leading her in order to get the help she apparently sorely needed.

Paru, managing to suppress her desire to laugh evilly (it seemed appropriate), leads Jennifer back to the very back of the store, where there are a few changing rooms set up, opening a door and holding it open for Jennifer to enter.

What a nice lady. Still clinging to the dress, Jennifer leans over to hesitantly inspect the contents of the changing room.

This obviously makes her very open to some gentle encouragement from behind.

"Come on, if you don't go in, you can't get changed." Paru 'gently encouraged' with a light push. Inside was standard changing room fare, a mirror, bench, and hook to hang things. At least it was roomy.

Jennifer stumbled a bit into the room at the push behind her, before she looks up at the changing room and bites her lip in worry. She's had similar treatment before from abrasive prepubescent girls. It never ended well, and she hugs the dress close in sudden agitation.