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[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.))

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I didn't-! [There is a muffled sigh from inside the bathroom, then some rustling as Dairine hurries to make herself decent. The door opens to reveal her slightly annoyed face.]

Just slide them over here. I need to test something.

[Obliging but perplexed, Aradia hands Dairine the pile of clothes again. Exciting tag is exciting!]

Okay.

[Dairine takes the clothes back, and this time steps out of the bathroom. Instead, she sits down on the bed and picks up the skirt, looking at it closely as if it might vanish at any time.]

Look -- I know this might sound weird, but can you watch this for a sec? [Pause.] I promise you won't see any... you know. [Or at least Dairine hopes this won't result in any unexpected nudity. With a deep breath, she tries to put the skirt on over the pajama bottoms...

...Only to have it teleport back to its previous spot, with the shirt as well.]

[Aradia watches cautiously, and is surprised to see it vanish and reappear nearby.]

Oh. That is problematic.

[Dairine flops back onto the bed in an annoyed huff.]

Yup. Damn castle...

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now off hiatus, so even later @_@

oh my god we started this back in may didn't we haha

it's practically a zombie thread by now

braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains

screaaaaaaaaaams