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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

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[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.

[inafadingcrown]

This seems to be becoming something of a pattern.

[peeta_bread]

The castle stole your clothes?!

[Ew, how pervy, castle!]

[wizard_redfive]

I'd say.

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

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[blue_sniper]

Should I even ask to what?

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

[inafadingcrown]

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

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.]

[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.]

dictated

[blue_sniper]

...Dair? You all right?

[inafadingcrown]

[Pause] Are you in need of some assistance?

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

[Not wanting to admit needing help to the entire castle, Dairine grabs a pen and scribbles down a filter.]

Maybe? Probably?

... All right, make that a definite yes. [Guess who just got a look at her closet.]

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine doesn’t respond right away. She's a bit busy having her thoughts rush at a mile a minute. Why on earth...?

Oh, right. Talking.] Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just...

This is Roshaun's.

Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

[Trying not to sound too amused.]

Tell me where I may find your chambers and I will be there in but a moment.

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

Ira Tower, room 2113.

Action

[inafadingcrown]

[And, true to her word, it won't be too long before you have a knock on your door.]

dictated

[blue_sniper]

Roshaun? Wasn't that who you were shouting for when you first got here?

dictated

[psych0p0mps]

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

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

That's the one. I thought I had lost him in transit.

dictated

[blue_sniper]

[Bucky cannot resist teasing.] So you like him, hm?

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[Immediately] Not like that.