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[wizard_redfive]

[All this talk of princes and princesses has been kiiinda getting on Dairine’s nerves. (Probably because of a certain prin— king, king that she knows.) Luckily for her, the fairytales had ended without her needing to get involved, and thus she doesn’t have to deal with princes anymore.

Or so she thought.

When Dairine wakes up, something feels slightly off, though she can't quite pinpoint what while still half-asleep. As she rubs her eyes in an effort to become more conscious, Dairine realizes what's different. The regular PJs that she went to bed with have been switched with a long tunic and loose pants made of some sort of silky material. Weird… Must be the castle's doing. But at least she’s still in her room, so finding a change of clothes shouldn't be a problem.

Crawling out of bed, she meanders over to her dresser, opens the drawer, and reaches in to grab one of her trusted t-shirts. But instead of a t-shirt, what Dairine ends up grabbing is another tunic, this time made of light golden fabric. In fact, the whole drawer seems to be filled with tunics. Fancy, well-made tunics. Bewildered and somewhat frusterated, she mutters to herself.]

Okaaaay, where are my clothes?

((OCC: Loss start! Forward dated to Monday morning (around 8 or 9 am). Dairine hasn't noticed her journal is open yet. Feel free to let her know or to pay her a visit.))

Comments

dictated;

[blue_sniper]

I don't know, Dair, did you check your dresser? [The snark is already a go.]

And, huh. Didn't have to answer that question. Maybe because it wasn't directed at me?

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[Oh crud. Since when has her journal been open?!]

[Dairine scowls.] I'm already at my dresser.

Lucky you. Or maybe it just doesn't force you to answer questions that you don't know the answer to.

dictated

[blue_sniper]

So what did happen to your clothes?

That's possible too. Who knows with the Castle?

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

They've changed. [There's the sound of more drawers opening, as Dairine investigates further.] All of them.

I wish I knew. Living here would be a heck of a lot more manageable if I did.

dictated

[blue_sniper]

Should I even ask to what?

But then where would the surprise be? [...He's being sarcastic. Very sarcastic.]

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

Like hell if I know. They're... fancy tunics and pants now. [Except at that moment, she pulls out something that is very different from the rest. A gray t-shirt, way too big for her, with the familiar phrase FERMILAB MUON COLLIDER SLO-PITCH SOFTBALL on the front, and suddenly it all clicks.]

Oh. [That single syllable comes out soft, comprehending and yet lost. So very un-Dairine like.]

dictated

[blue_sniper]

...Dair? You all right?

[inafadingcrown]

This seems to be becoming something of a pattern.

[wizard_redfive]

I'd say.

At least I haven't been kicked out of my room this time.

[inafadingcrown]

But do you look as lovely? [Sorry, Dair. You don't get away without a little teasing.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine looks down at what she assumes is the Wellakhit version of sleepwear. It's not too bad, certainly decent by Earth standards, but probably not something she'd want to wear all day.]

I... think that's up to me. [Oh Lord, is she going to have to dress herself with Roshaun's clothes?! Doesn’t he have servants for this? Does that mean it's complicated?? She’s going to royally screw this up, isn’t she.]

[inafadingcrown]

Dare I ask in what you have found yourself? [She could probably help, you know. She's good with complicated clothes.]

[wizard_redfive]

Alien pajamas. No biggie.

[A pause.]

I’m slightly more concerned about the large new wardrobe I’ve just obtained. [Help would be very much appreciated.]

[peeta_bread]

The castle stole your clothes?!

[Ew, how pervy, castle!]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dude, Peeta, why so scandalized? Clothing losses happen practically once a month.

It takes Dairine a minute or two before she realizes how terrible her statement sounds out of context. Face. meet. palm.]

And gave me new ones.

[peeta_bread]

Oh. [He chuckles.] What do the new ones look like?

[wizard_redfive]

Like they belong in Tiffany's front window. Or Versailles.

[peeta_bread]

[There's a pause.] Who's Tiffany?

[wizard_redfive]

Um, it's a store. A luxury goods store. Tiffany was probably the founder's name or something.

dictated

[psych0p0mps]

...
i dont know
do you need to borrow some

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

Uhhh... [She glances over at her new, blinged up clothes.] Maybe.

[psych0p0mps]

[meanwhile Aradia just assumes she has none available at all dskalfjsdklfajl]

ok ill bring something over
whats your room number

[wizard_redfive]

Room 2113, Ira Tower.

==> Action.

[psych0p0mps]

[As is her custom, Aradia knocks on the door to 2113 within about six seconds, with a spare Aries shirt and skirt draped over her arm. They're about the same size, right? Of course they are.]

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[The knock is so sudden Dairine nearly drops a bejeweled coat she was inspecting onto the floor. Geez, that was fast. Sparing a sec to shove it back into the closet and shut the door, she calls out.]

Coming!

[Quick footsteps can be heard from inside the room, and then the door swings opens to reveal a very bedraggled but actually clothed Dairine. Well, if you count silky PJs as clothes.]