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[wizard_redfive]

[Waking up in strange clothing becoming more and more of a familiar situation for Dairine. The green dress, Roshauns's wardrobe... Still, it had been a while since her last fancy clothes loss, and she certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to this get-up.

Her past experiences do help Dairine brave the rest of the castle though. Those in the halls or library might see Dairine walking around sporting a blonde wig, flowing white gown, silver circlet, and fake elf ears. The only part the castle didn't change was her height, resulting in a miniaturized yet far less luminous Lady of the Light.]

Okay, castle. I get it; you like seeing me in fancy clothes. You can stop now.

[She lets out a small huff. Then Dairine turns to address the journal properly.]

I'm actually sorta glad to see it's not just me this time. Dressing up is a lot less embarrassing when there are others with you. Actually, it's kind of fun. It feels like Halloween, but with less candy and pumpkins.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel also happens to be in the library. And also happens to be dressed rather uncharacteristically.

For one thing, all that blonde hair is secured beneath a brown wig. Besides that, nothing she's wearing would stand out on modern Earth. Which is, of course, precisely the problem. While she's not exactly fond of the jeans, it's the low cut tanktop that bothers her the most. She's trying to read, but from time to time, she tugs at the top, trying to cover a bit more than the shirt allows.]

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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine's not that wild about low cut shirts either; she preferred more coverage in her clothing. But she doesn't care if other people wear them. To each his or her own. Dairine pays little mind to the woman wearing the top, walking straight by her, until she notices her face.

Oh great Powers that Be, it's Galadriel!!

Dairine internally panicks. She can't have Galadriel seeing her in this cheap imitation of her looks. What if she laughs? What if she gets offended?! So Dairine tries to duck behind a row of books, hoping Galadriel didn't notice.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Nice try, Dairine, but unfortunately Galadriel is nothing if not observant. She noticed someone ducking away, though she's not exactly sure who. Which means, of course, that she's going to set down her book and step around the row herself. Only to see-

Oh, Dairine. Knowing what she does about the girl, she manages not to laugh, but she does look terribly amused.]

Oh, come now, Dairine. You needn't hide.

[wizard_redfive]

[Darn, foiled! Dairine slowly steps away from the book shelf, her face completely red in embarrassment.]

Don't laugh.

[inafadingcrown]

[Eyebrow raise]

I am hardly in the position to laugh at the attire of others.

[wizard_redfive]

Point taken.

So... um, who are you dressed up as?

[inafadingcrown]

A dear friend- Phoebe Halliwell is her name.