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[analyzing]

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.

Comments

[deadlyjuliet]

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?

[fleurdesel]

[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.

[deadlyjuliet]

[Leaning in, Grell smirks.]

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

[fleurdesel]

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.]

[deadlyjuliet]

[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.

[fleurdesel]

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.]