Second floor common room, Thursday after classes

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike was attempting to do her his make-up in her his reflection in a soup pot. She would never be a real star if she wasn't beautiful, after all. She really probably shouldn't have eaten that cupcake at lunch. It would go straight to her his hips.

It's probably best not to ask where she got the make up. Or the white dress. Or the wig.

Seriously. Don't ask.

[ooc: open, though may have patches of rather slow play due to me being at work for another 4 1/2 hours. I apologize for the icon. At 1 am, I thought it was the height of visual wit and humor. . . .]

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette wandered in just cause, and she stopped short at seeing Steerpike putting make-up on.

"Okayyyy. This is weird."

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike looked up and fluttered her his eyelashes at Annette. "Well, hey there, honey,"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Her eyes moved over him. She checked out the white dress, the wig, but most importantly the make-up.

"Did you just flutter your eyelashes at me?"

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike turned back to her his reflection, touching up her his lipstick. "Looks that way, honey." She picked up the kohl-black eyeliner next. "Something you needed?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

. . .

"Um, you never returned my phone call. I was just wondering how things...uh...were between us." She couldn't help herself, she stepped closer to him, watching him with the liner.

"Is there some kind of party I don't know about?"

[sneerkite]

Marylin Steerpike had the odd combination of a steady, certain hand, and an absolute lack of skill with the make-up. "Phone call, honey? Well, I am terribly busy, most of the time. No party that I know of, but I don't see a reason why we can't have one,"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Was this another Fandom quirk? If it was, Annette was going to take advantage of it.

"You look...pretty."

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike broke into a wide grin. "Why thank you, honey, you're not half bad yourself. You'd look delicious with some red lipstick, though." She leaned into the pot, pursing her his lips and plopped a big ole beauty mark over the corner of her his mouth.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

His make-up was disastrous and she sort of just stook there, watching him work it with a skill completely unknown to him. It was...weird. Too weird.

"Red? I don't usually wear lipstick at all. And...thanks." She really thought she should ask the most important question, "Your name is Steerpike, right?"

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike made an affirmative noise as she twisted her his head from side to side to admire her his reflection. "I'm thinking I'll have to change it, though."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Annette should have guessed. "To what?"

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike made a show of thinking. She made a show of everything she did, actually. "Maybe Stella. Stella Pike, that sounds like a star's name, doesn't it?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She raised her brows, "Not bad." Then she shook her head a little.

"Did you get bit by a gremlin?"

[sneerkite]

"A what?" It came out almost more like "huwut?", breathy-like, as Marilyn Steerpike practiced fluttering her his eyeslashes again. She was humming.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Steerpike, please don't do that. It's...unnerving."

[sneerkite]

"It's Stella now, honey. And do what?" She hummed a bit more, throwing a bit of hip into it.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. Hip action. What in the world was going on here?

Annette started to look around for a bottle. Maybe a bottle that Steerpike was sipping from - you know - of the alcohol variety.

[sneerkite]

Nope, no bottles around. But here come some words to the humming.

Oh dear, that's not "happy birthday", is it?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette looked back at Steerpike, at the omg humming? That song?

Maybe she should slap him. Knock some sense into him.

"Steerpike," She said, moving to stand in front of him as best she could. "STEERPIKE!"

[sneerkite]

Marilyn Steerpike gave her a withering look. "You don't listen well, do you, honey. It's Stella."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, right. Stella." She immediately corrected herself without thought.

"Can I touch your forehead?"

[sneerkite]

If she thought that was an odd request, she didn't show it. After all, lot's of people want to touch the stars. "Whatever floats your boat, honey."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette reached up and pressed her palm against Stella's forehead. "Hmm, no fever." She folded her arms across her chest and stared up at him and did her best not to bust out laughing.

"What's your room number?" Yes, compare, this might not even be Steerpike.

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

Of all the things Irulan wasn't expecting to see it was that knave Snailkip flouncing around in a dress.

"Have you gone a bit mad?" She asked without preamble.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco came into the room and stared. "The world what in?"