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Aliquam: The Tailor’s

Estelle clapped her hands with delight as Xandra exited the dressing room, now garbed in the beautiful, fetching dress that Aria had chosen. She almost seemed to sparkle with how perfect it was! After she, Xandra and Aria had their attention diverted with the shouting occuring from where Trixie was with Lute, Syed, Moira and Dalia, dramatically bellowing how much they needed good masks for their superheroic disguises, Xandra turned to Estelle, a small smile warming across her lips.

"Travelling together for so long must have been one amazing journey."

Estelle laughed.

"Well, it hasn't been that long... but it's been something alright. We've seen a lot of things, but it's just beginning!" Estelle threw her arm around Xandra's shoulder and began slowly walking towards the others, following Aria's lead as she started to fumble through some of the alluring, attention grabbing masks that could be found. "And you're on this amazing journey with us now, Xan! Haha!"

After letting her go, she followed Aria's lead in trying to find a nice mask that would help compliment her dress, as well as browse through to hopefully find something for Xandra. After the way in which Amy had helped her, and Aria had helped Xan, she wanted to help one of the others with their outfit now! What she settled upon for herself certainly suited her and her dress, even if it was a bit uncomfortable to wear at first. She was amazed at how well they gripped onto her face though, she would have thought they'd have slipped and fallen off quite easily. She also found more then a few that she thought Xandra would look good in, but the sheer number of masks she had picked, compared to what she had left behind, it was almost the same as just looking through the collection of masks proper. But again, Estelle couldn't contain herself, and again she had to ask, even despite Dalia's reply from before, whether or not they could possibly buy a lot more...



Marcus meanwhile simply held back, watching the rest of his friends with a silent smile as he waited for them to move on. Would the party begin soon, or would they have some more time inbetween? And how long would this gala of Tobias' run for?
Fox said This day just kept getting better, though he was still mad at that stupid horse. Oh well, it wasn't like he'd ever see Sebastian again, right?







Cus they're pretty.

I hope you feel better soon, Fox!


Aliquam: The Tailor’s

"How about these, Estelle? White's not my color, although I think they would make your hair stand out quite a bit..."

“These are…” Estelle’s body trembled as her hands clutched onto the two dresses Amy had given her. Her face was held low, her expression hidden from the cleric and everyone else as she focused intently on both of the stunningly gorgeous garments, before she threw her hands into the air with a triumphant cheer and squealed in delight. “PERFECT! They’re both perfect, I just, I can’t… I don’t know which one to choose!!”

Her eyes shot back and forth between both dresses, and then she dashed for the changing rooms, sliding the curtain railing behind her as she busied herself into trying both on them on. If only there was a way to possibly wear both… but alas, she could not. In the end, she settled for the second of the two Amy had suggested, being particularly impressed with the way the flame designs curled upwards from the bottom of her pristine white dress, and she found herself blushing as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. So far she was only wearing the dress, and not any makeup or accessories, but she looked… beautiful. She didn’t know it was even possible for her to look like this. Like… like a lady.

“Oh Amy, thank you!” Estelle scrambled out of the changing room with all the lack of dignity a lady really held, and threw her arms around the blonde in a warm, happy embrace. As she pulled her face from out of her bosom to smile up at the stunned blonde who looked back down, she finally released herself once she noticed how clearly uncomfortable Amy was from the invasion of personal space. Or maybe because she had just then caught Aria and Xandra both trying to choose dresses for the latter. She bounded over to them, latching onto Aria’s arm.

“Aria! Aria! Look! We match!” She grinned, her dress inversely reflecting Aria’s own beautiful gown. She looked down at the garments Aria had recommended for Xandra, and her mouth cooed into a wide ‘o’ at the beautiful fabrics there. “Oh, Aria, those are beautiful! Xan, you’re going to look amazing!!”

Her face then drew more mischevious, and she looked towards both of her friends and Dalia as well as she remembered the other dress Amy had selected that she unfortunately couldn’t wear.

“Tobias offered to pay for all these, right? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind buying an extra dress or two or five if he has all that money… right?”
Holas everyone! I hope everyone's having an awesome weekend! ^o^

Everyone's posts have been absolutely fantastic, so let's keep it up!!



Also, that Kathi picture XD


Aliquam: The Tailor’s

Her eyes looked over the entirety of the shop, absorbing the richness and refinery that was everywhere to look at. The crisp, perfect suits and sparkling, gorgeous dresses were all a bit too much for a simple girl like Estelle to really feel comfortable with, but the time in which she had spent wearing some dresses like this, like in Vandrell… felt nice. But even then, the attire she had worn that fateful night had been a lot more subdued then anything that was on offer here. With the type of party that was being held; a party amongst aristocratic students, potentially in the hundreds, its clothing demands were in a separate league to that of the more humble and restricted party of the Hawthorne’s. This gala would demand nothing less then absolute perfection… and it frightened Estelle. How could she possibly fit into a place like that?

She still wanted to do her best, if only for Marcus’ sake, but… she suddenly really wished that Selan and Lisette were here, Selan in particular. She’d know exactly what to do and what dress, make up and accessories would suit her. Lily might have had a keen eye for appearance, but Selan would have gotten the perfect dress for Estelle on a more intimate level that reflected her personality and character. She sighed. She hoped her friends were doing alright.

“Um, Amy?” Estelle walked up to and softly nudged the blonde cleric’s arm, bashfully looking up into her emerald eyes as she turned around. Even though Selan wasn’t there, she still had Amy, who managed to always look beautiful and serene and near perfect (when she wasn’t scowling, overindulging in drink or slapping off men’s faces). Maybe she had an eye for fashion, and maybe she didn’t, but after all the times in which she looked stunning, if there was someone who could help Estelle, it was her. “Could you help me pick a dress, please?”



“Hey Marcus,” Lute approached the wind mage, his exasperated face sighing heavily. “Do you think there’s a chance I can back out now? I kinda feel a little sick.”

Marcus turned back, after buckling up the last of his shirt’s cuffs and straightening out his crisp waistcoat, laughing back towards Lute as he smoothened his ensemble out and threw his suit's jacket on.

“I know how you feel, Lute,” Marcus began, with a smile he hoped would seem sympathetic to his friend. “I don’t particularly feel comfortable around these types of events at all. They’re not my scene at all, and somewhere I don’t belong.”

Lute just looked back with an expression of disbelief as he saw Marcus continue to fine-tune his outfit and hair in such a way that suggested years worth of experience. He hadn’t even needed to request Lily or anyone else’s help, and had picked out a suit that was not only the perfect fit, but perfect appearance for him, and did so within no time at all. There was modesty, and then there was…

“But this is for Dylan and his sister,” Marcus reaffirmed with a nod. “And who knows, it might even be fun. Maybe you’ll get to dance with a pretty woman, Lute.” He laughed, before inspecting and even rubbing down parts of Lute's suit to smoothen it out. "You look good, by the way. White suits you. Don would certainly be impressed."
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EDIT: I'm gonna post now ^o^
Sorry to say I've not had chocolate popcorn before and I'm sad to hear the coffee jelly didn't go well, Kei, but don't give up! You're culinary skills will someday match the greats of Gordon Dennis and Grungy!! ^O^
Rilla said
Some folks, on OldGuild(R.I.P, you lovely devil), would use different colors for different (N)PCs.


That was a terrible time for my eyesight.
I'm going to skip posting today and wait for Danni's scene progression. Work destroyed me today and I don't think there's really much I can add at the moment other then Estelle, Marcus and possibly Simon joining the performance although the latter will have likely left as well. Rose would just explain what happened and go about looking for her brother again after rejoining Sebastian.
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