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[elevatoravatar]

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"To those who would know about prom...  I have gained a formal dress but, I am unfamiliar with the rituals of painting one's face and adorning one's self with the spoils of war.  What if there is no war to gain spoils from?  Where will one gain adornment then?  How vexing...  I wish this to go off perfectly, or the quest reward may be unwanted."

[action] Front yard of 1128 Taylor Road

[Liz is tending her garden, and singing something in an odd language that if you use magic, understand magic, or are magic, but don't speak Lost Carcosan is one of the most frightening songs you've heard.  If you do understand it, its about clouds, butterflies and birdies.  She's planting butterfly bushes and lilacs]

[action] Elizabeth is downtown

[She's window shopping, pondering a bit, looking more at odds and ends than anything nice while humming the Auria for Everyone's soul, later she'll stop at the music store and play it on the piano while thinking]

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[doudemoe]

[SIGH]

This isn't for a war.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Where else is one to acquire sparkly things to accent one's clothes?"

[doudemoe]

A few stores here sell make-up, and some salesladies will sell it to you at your door.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"So... Using the slain remnants of shadows is not the normal way... I see..."

[doudemoe]

Unfortunately not.

Do you have a job yet?

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[gottimedout.livejournal.com]

I was informed that this 'prom' is a formal ball event. I was not aware that it was a war-like event as well.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Where else does one get accessories if not from the spoils of war?"

[gottimedout.livejournal.com]

I would imagine there would be shops for such things if not already recovered accessories to handle such a problem. Assuming you have a brainwashed man as a husband, you could extort him for money for whatever jewelry you want.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"No, he is not brainwashed... Which is why I have moved to a different room, as to not complicate matters. Still... It is vexing the controls on material possessions this place gives."

[action; front yard]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...What the hell are you singing?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

[She peers over at Lancer and smiles, stopping her song]

"It's a ballad to the eternal beauty of spring... Isn't it pretty?"

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Frankly, it's a little unsettling.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

[she sighs]

"You know, it was such a beautiful language before they wrote all that dark magic in it... Would you like to learn it? Maybe.... If more people knew the pretty parts..."

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[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Wait... how is the prom a war?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"I am not certain... But there is ceremonial warpaint applied to your face, and one wears valuable trinkets... Ones historically that were the spoils of war...."

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Oh, you mean jewelry and makeup. I think you could get one of my daughters or Rin to explain it to you.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Yes... That exactly... Any assistance would be wonderful."

[action; front yard]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[Yuri's just walkin' along, minding his own-oh god is that song unsettling.]

... Are you trying to scare the plants into growin' quicker?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Hrm? No... I was just singing a song... About clouds, and butterflies, and birds... Things of the spring..."

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

I'll... I'll take your word for it.

...

Really?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"It is... The language used in the Necronomicon was a language before it was a book of dark spells... A beautiful one..."

Action - music store

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Leaning on the piano. ]

That song is melancholic.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs a bit]

"I enjoy it, it helps me focus my thoughts... That and the master had me play it so often it is less conscious than my fingers simply yearn to unlock it."

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

Hmm, that would be hard to fit a piano or a keyboard into a limousine.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"So.... That was Margaret's room... A limousine. Mine was an elevator, before it was a lounge with a full piano... It changes from visitor to visitor..."