Canon AU Event Log

[lucetimods]

Who: You! And you! And you! But uh, not you.
What: Event shenanigans.
When: Today until the end of the event (April 8th)
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
Summary: It's all right in here
Rating: I want to see a nice clean game. Keep your naughty stuff in the penalty box!

Same deal as always. React to the event! Do things! Have fun! Be excellent to each other.

And remember to correctly tag your characters to the post.

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[fleurdesel]

They always do what the must in order to impress, don't they? No matter the world, the time, or the place. [Adele chuckles and adds another few blouses, light and breezy, to her stack of clothing.]

[thebellthatbinds]

Of course. Only the finest ladies graduate from Wayverly College after all. [Huffing a soft chuckle she shakes her head, glad to be out of the more boring lessons like 'history of tableware'.]

But that College is the only one that was close enough to the Wall for me to be able to learn Charter magic so it did end up being very useful.

[fleurdesel]

I learned far more by going on diplomatic missions with my Master than I did in classes. Then again it might have been because I found most everyone in the temple terribly boring- anyone from outside? Fascinating. And quite learned, if in different areas.

[thebellthatbinds]

I would only be better informed across the Wall in the Old Kingdom but that was not an option for me. [For reasons Adele is already familiar with, no need to repeat them. Taking a step back she looks over her finds. If she picks up any more clothes she'll have trouble carrying them home.]

I think this will do for me for today, what about you Adele?

[fleurdesel]

I think we've found more than enough.

[Adele nods at their combined findings and smiles, leading Sabriel back out. This had been a successful venture. Now. What else did teenagers do? The few books and magazine's she'd found all mentioned' makeovers' but. That seemed a bit drastic. perhaps just hair? Ah, well. She'll think of something.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[Changing quickly back into her normal clothes she grabs the armful of new clothing and walks briskly beside Adele, quite a good deal happier than she'd been earlier in the day. Something was definitely different about the older woman now that she remembered but she'd been too distracted by the fun of their shopping trip. But...they were having such a good time, she didn't want to ask about it just yet. Instead she tips her head up at Adele.]

Is there anything else you need to pick up while we're out?

[fleurdesel]

Hmm...

[Adele pauses just outside the grocery store, looks over to Sabriel, and nods.]

Combs. And lacquer. [Her free arm goes around Sabriel's shoulders and once again they head into the fray, Adele wandering until she finds the closest thing to a cosmetics section as she can.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[Sabriel chuckles as they make their way into the grocery, idly glancing over the colours available.]

So we are going to treat ourselves completely, are we?

[fleurdesel]

Dear, darling Sabby, my sweetest little bell. You haven't had the opportunity to do this for yourself in some time, yes? Allow me to treat you.

[A few combs go into the bag, hair pins. A lovely clip. Something that says it will keep hair in place without being sticky. The colors make her quirk a brow.]

A pale pink would be best. Something that is close to a natural color.

[thebellthatbinds]

I...no, I haven't. Thank you Adele. [Lightly she rest her head against Adele's shoulder for a moment before pulling away, cheeks tinged a faint pink from the not-quite-a-hug as she gives the nail polish a closer look.]

The selection here is certainly... [She blinks at an odd neon orange and raises a brow before picking up a nice neutral pink.] More varied than what can be found at home.

[fleurdesel]

[For the moment Sabriel's head is on her shoulder, Adele's hand twists to pat her hair, and she leans her own to rest on top. Easy, casual affection for someone she is fond of; there is nothing odd about that. ]

Different cultures, different fashions. Different colors. I prefer the classics. [after a moment's search she finds a shade of pink that is almost identical to the dress she picked.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[The gesture is similar to what she and her friends might have done at home, either weary from hard lessons or a long night of study, or to comfort a new student who was away from home for the first time. It leaves her with a more sweet than bitter feeling, missing her friends but so grateful for Adele's friendship.]

The professors would scold us if we came to classes with the nail polish on but that didn't stop some of the girls. We don't wear all that make up in the school, no reason to really.

[fleurdesel]

Because a true lady needs no additional adornment. We just want them. [She chuckles and finds a small nail file, and...]

...

What in the name of- what are these?

[thebellthatbinds]

...I have no idea. [Blinking down at the odd things Sabriel picks one of them up and gives it a curious squish. The material was unfamiliar and frankly they looked rather silly. Still they were in the nail care section...]

Perhaps you use them to organize the different laquers? It would be easy to fit the tops between these parts and it would keep them together.

[She points to the gaudy heart.]

[fleurdesel]

They are...small. Squishy- oh wait. [Adele frowns at an image on the back of the package.] You put them between...your toes. To. Paint the toenails?

[thebellthatbinds]

...Does such a thing really need to exist? All one needs to do is just keep their toes apart, it's not that hard. [Such a needless little thing, are people really so lazy as to need to use them?]

[fleurdesel]

...but. They are. Squishy. And adorable. Hmm...[She tilts her head to the side.] I wonder if Oliver would like them as a chew toy?

[thebellthatbinds]

[She blinks.]

Who is Oliver?

[fleurdesel]

A little orange fuzzball that is a remnant of my previously possessed sofa.

[Utter. Deadpan.]

[thebellthatbinds]

...

[Wait, what?]

Pardon?

[fleurdesel]

He's...sentient upholstery. That eats socks. And chitters.

[thebellthatbinds]

How- is- [She blinks.] Is that something that happens often in your world?

[fleurdesel]

No, Sabby, that is entirely a product of the village and all the madness within.

[thebellthatbinds]

...Why do I find myself not very surprised even though I've never heard of such a thing happening before?

[Sabriel sighs and shakes her head.]

Luceti is a very strange place.

[fleurdesel]

Now you're beginning to understand. [Adele chuckles and takes Sabriel by the shoulder once more, leading her out of the store and back to the house. They have hair to comb and nails to p]