Interlude: Who Needs Makeup?

Posted on Fri Apr 27th, 2018 @ 6:22am by Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Fri Apr 27th, 2018 @ 6:22am

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Roma Arcology, Empress hotel penthouse suite
Timeline: 2265

Waking up for her almost painfully long nap, almost 45 minutes, Selune was once again faced with the prospect getting dressed in something less than comfortable under what she was assuming was basically a direct order from the Mistress of organisation.

The first step involved a long soak followed by brushing a light oil through her fur to keep it from being so irritating in her garments for the night, the fact that it made the deep white come out as an almost glowing silver was just a bonus... honestly.

After a lot of fussing she had finally decided to let her hair sit free, brushing it probably more than was necessary while she pondered the problem. In the end she liked the way it sat, running down her back and across her shoulders. Her bangs annoyed her at times but not nearly enough to get rid of them or pin them back.

Drifting back towards the assorted clothes she had acquired Selune let her mind wander back to Chary's relationship and the earlier talk she had taken it upon herself to intrude on. There was still a lot about it she was ignorant of and there was still the lingering embarrassment of actually walking in on Fi and Chary while they were talking about something so private. But she had felt worse hearing every word and not at least trying to help.

Grimacing as she tugged at her strapless jet black dress a little higher before casting a glance at her thighs and tugging it back lower in an ever losing battle. When she thought about it, it didn't really expose a lot more of her than her uniform but somehow she felt more exposed. Probably just nerves, when was the last time you dressed up again? Why am I asking myself questions, especially ones I already know the answer to? Probably because you're crazy? There was a distinct moment of silence in her head as she conceded the point... to herself.

She wondered if her barging in and small comments had really helped Charybdis' plight. Fiona had seemed worlds more suitable to the task, if in a somewhat dictator-like fashion and she had felt like something of an observer, trying to force a few smiles and lessen the pain while not really knowing what to say.

Attaching the silver webbing littered with small black stones to her wrist and the black choker she had purchased earlier around her neck she went to leave the room, pausing at the door as she considered taking something to go over it all.

I need to get out more she mused, isn't that what you're doing? Why are you talking to yourself again? "Shush you," she muttered to herself as she padded back into the main room.

 

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