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Who: Everyone. New Feathers! Old Feathers...?
What: New Feather welcome party.
When: 18th, 6 pm onwards.
Where: Welcome Centre.
Summary: This is a party. There's food and games (if you like) but the idea behind it is basically to mingle mingle mingle. Maybe make a new friend/enemy/frenemy or two?
Rating: G-PG 13 at most? There might be kids in these things, man.

The all-day rain outside makes the entire atmosphere a little drippy, a little wet, a little miserable. But rain or not, the party must go on! Or at least, so the saying goes.

It's a cosy little setup-- food, warm drinks, tables and chairs to lounge around in. So come on in, dry yourself off, have some fun. Why the hell not? The weather outside is frightful.

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[Once again, before she can formulate a reply, Grell is gone. It was somewhat amazing how quickly that woman could move if she wanted to. But as she was being helped, and not entirely out of her depth, Adele does as she's told and finds a modest shade to start shading in her eyelids. Powder, liner a bit of time blending as she waits for Grell to return with...whatever it was she was going to find.]

[Grell, being who she is, can move faster that people can see and it doesn't take long to get to the store, find a new flower for her hair, get the clothes she wants and return. In fact, just as Adele is finishing up, the door swings open again and Grell shakes her hair, brushing water off the fabric of her dress.

In her arms are a variety of things - a skirt, a simple tight fitting black top with a red flower accent above the left breast, a ruffled shrug in the same fabric as the skirt, a red gem belt, a simple red choker with a small cameo hanging from the center, dark sheer tights and red heels. She hands these all over to Adele and points to the stall.]

Change.

Edited (wrong word used) 2012-03-21 08:58 (UTC)

[Adele had, in fact, just finished the last bit of liner to her eyes when Grell appears. She blinks into the mirror and the clothing in her hands before taking them and walking to the nearest stall. How she'd found all of this in so short of a time? Adele couldn't quite fathom right now. All she could do was fold her own clothing and dress herself, careful not to disturb the flower in her hair. Tights, skirt, shirt, belt, shrug cameo, and shoes and...she really couldn't help but feel surprised it all fit, it fit well, and the shoes were terribly comfortable. She walks back out, adjusting the one of the sleeves of the shrug, her other clothing tucked under her arm.]

You have excellent taste, and a very keen eye Madame.

[While Adele is dressing, Grell is fixing her makeup. Some of the rain did get on her, despite her speed, and a touch up here and there is never bad. She pats her nose with powder, touching up her lipstick when Adele comes out, causing her to look over with a wide smile.]

Well, of course.

[She steps away from the counter with an over-exaggerated flourish.]

I've had hundreds of years to study fashion, darling.

And have been able to keep up with the shifting times and trends. I am most impressed. I would think it would be difficult to adjust during the more radical changes; but then does fashion not work in cycles, more or less?

[Hundreds of years. That...gives her pause for a moment, but she puts it aside for now. Ageless, immortal? She finds it more fascinating than frightening, whatever the cause. A few steps further and she's at the mirror, adjusting the centering of the choker and...she looks lovely. Appropriately dressed for this sort of function. Thirty years and all her sisters did less than one determined stranger had in less than fifteen minutes.]

Why adjust when you can set the trends? The world will always follow the fabulous and there's no one more fabulous than me.

[She holds the blush compact out to Adele.]

And now don't you feel better?

[At that Adele laughs and nods in agreement.] I cannot help but believe that you are at that.

[The compact is taken and she works quick light strokes over her cheekbones.] I do. Truly, I do. I have not felt quite this confident in roughly a decade.

[Leaning in, Grell smirks.]

And this is why we dress up when the occasion allows it. You look lovely.

I am going to have to find more occasions that will allow it. Thank you. [Blush applied she closes the compact and offers it back to Grell.]

[She takes it back and drops it into her purse, packing the rest of the things away surprisingly well for such a small red thing.]

Or simply up the ante on normal days, love. Being fancy doesn't need an occasion.

[She slings the purse over her shoulder, pinky up and grins.]

Now, go out there and impress.

With pleasure.

[She gives Grell a little bow and exits the bathroom, taking but a moment to find her own bag to tuck her clothing into before resuming her earlier hostessly duties. Now, though, what weighed on her so much was no longer present. She was bright, she was vibrant, and this? She believed on her own, with a little help from Madame Grell.]

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