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realityshifted2011-04-23 02:14 pm
hypospraying) wrote in realityshifted2011-04-23 02:14 pm
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[Christine is walking around the Plane, wishing she'd changed out of her uniform before she arrived. She's been on her feet all day and her boots are hurting her feet. Immediately, her heels drop a few inches down to the ground as the boots disappear, replaced with a pair of fluffy pink slippers.]
What the...? That's not normal.
[She frowns, cautiously lifting up a foot, then sets it back down and bounces on her toes a few times.]
Huh. Well that's better.
[She looks down at her uniform, thinks for a moment, and is suddenly wearing a matching pink, fluffy robe. Her hands run down the material, as if she can't believe it's not an illusion. A smile spreads across her face, the apprehension gone.
An hour later, she's standing in front of three full length mirrors, a drink in one hand and the other set on her hip as she gives herself a critical look in the mirror. She's wearing a slinky, strapless red dress, her hair is done up with curls just escaping their pins, and she's practically dripping with gold jewelry. The pink slippers, however, are still on her feet.]
I think not the red. Bad things happen to people who wear red.
[With a thought, the dress has transformed to a green halter style. She sips at her drink, tilts her head, and changes the gold jewelry to silver with emeralds.]
Perfect.
What the...? That's not normal.
[She frowns, cautiously lifting up a foot, then sets it back down and bounces on her toes a few times.]
Huh. Well that's better.
[She looks down at her uniform, thinks for a moment, and is suddenly wearing a matching pink, fluffy robe. Her hands run down the material, as if she can't believe it's not an illusion. A smile spreads across her face, the apprehension gone.
An hour later, she's standing in front of three full length mirrors, a drink in one hand and the other set on her hip as she gives herself a critical look in the mirror. She's wearing a slinky, strapless red dress, her hair is done up with curls just escaping their pins, and she's practically dripping with gold jewelry. The pink slippers, however, are still on her feet.]
I think not the red. Bad things happen to people who wear red.
[With a thought, the dress has transformed to a green halter style. She sips at her drink, tilts her head, and changes the gold jewelry to silver with emeralds.]
Perfect.