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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]

Comments

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"I am escorting he who I left the velvet room to protect there... I do not wish to disappoint, nor seem too outlandish."

[gottimedout.livejournal.com]

In that case, just follow the example of other women attending or use the droned women or girls as a last resort method to have an acceptable attire and appearance.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Then... I simply must find assistance in the face painting... That makes things far simpler."

[gottimedout.livejournal.com]

Good luck and godspeed.