002: Is this a nightmare or not?

[ladyhyperion]

Seira scowled at the racks of dresses and gowns, arms wrapped around herself. She knew she'd have to find one that didn't make her look completely ridiculous, she couldn't wear her usual clothes to a formal affair no matter how good she looked in them. She was a girl and needed to wear a dress for this.

She didn't hate dresses, not really, but they didn't always fit or flatter her and if there was a fight it would very quickly get ripped and ruined.

"Lets get this over with." She grumbled, glancing at the person she'd come in to this potential hellhole with. Two pairs of eyes were better than one, and maybe a second opinion would find something that didn't look like a cross dresser or costume.

[OOC: Feel free to suddenly bring in a dinosaur or seven to interrupt this potential trainwreck.]

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[ladyhyperion]

"You can be, when you're doing your 'why is there no coffee available at four in the morning you morons' or 'why have you not been killed by your own stupidity yet?' face." She grinned, glad to get a smile from him.

"I took lessons in it, but I might need a refresher." She nudged him gently, "So, any color but red, pink or yellow is good. Where should we start?"

[nohometown]

"There should always be coffee available." That was just not a subject that was open to debate, period. "And it is a wonder most people are still alive, considering." His smile itself faded, but it left an air of good humor in its wake.

"I suspect you need more than a mere refresher," he said, but rather than providing a lesson himself, he turned toward the racks of dresses.

He was out of his depth, but his pride would not allow him to show it. He remained calm in the face of so much fine fabric. Unsurprisingly, he suggested, "Why not something black?" as his gaze searched the racks for something of that color.

[ladyhyperion]

"Depends on the cut." She replied vaguely, flicking through a rack of emerald ones idly. "Also, if I end up going with someone I'd have to match them. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that I'd be meeting up with Irvine there; I'd probably wear something with violet."

Despite whatever people thought, she had learned a great deal about proper etiquette at formal events. You had to learn something about what you were trying to change after all.

[nohometown]

"How will you make a selection if you don't yet know if you're going with someone else?" He wasn't sure why the matching was necessary, because he always wore black regardless. Didn't black go with everything?

"What about this one?" He held up a dress that stood out to him for some reason.

[ladyhyperion]

"That's why I said you should come with me." She replied, rolling her eyes at his selection.

"If I was going to dress like you I'd have to bleach my hair and wear thigh high hooker boots." She'd look ridiculous in it and knew that. "I don't have the shoulders for it."

[nohometown]

"I don't believe thigh high boots necessarily have anything to do with prostitution, and your hair wouldn't need to be the same color as mine. You'd look fine, and if you wanted me to attend, it would go well with my suit."

He stubbornly indicated another, hanging next to the first. "This one may be similar, but the shoulders are different."

[ladyhyperion]

She let out a huff of air, "It's a formal event, it should be a long gown. More like this one." She held it up for him. "I could certainly wear something gray or green and we'd still compliment. Black isn't the only color on the planet."

[nohometown]

He's not used to not knowing things, but he must admit he didn't know that that was a strict rule, considering the things Scarlet wore to such events. So he nodded. "I see." He looked over this new offering, thoughtfully, before deciding, "I like it."

That was a dress, and she had suggested it, and he approved, so now they could leave, his manner seemed to say. Simple as that.

[ladyhyperion]

Scarlet had no class, not that Seira really had much more but she had a different persona to keep up.

"You would say that, wouldn't you." She teased, putting it back. "I think this one would be better, it'd work for a lot more events. Let me go try it on and then we can go do something else. Like pick out ties for you or make glary-faces at screaming children."

[nohometown]

"Very well." Sephiroth was ready to agree. Although he did like the other dress better, his feelings on the matter weren't strong enough for him to mention it. He was sure this dress would do just as well. This was one area where he was willing to admit that someone else knew more than he did, a rare occurrence indeed.

"I can wait for you here." He was conscious of how he stood out among the racks of dresses, but he was willing to bear with it, giving another faint smile at her plans for them.

"When you're done, we can start with the ties."