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fandomhighdorms2007-04-19 05:09 pm
chasingangela) wrote in fandomhighdorms2007-04-19 05:09 pm
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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday After Classes
After her Sociology of Space Travel class, Angela came back to Room 304 to unwind. Idly, she began to pour the glitter she had bought from Turtle from one hand to the other, watching it glint in the late-afternoon sun.
A moment later, her eyes popped open wider. //Well, THIS won't do,// Marie Antoinette said, in Austrian-accented French, as she looked down at Angela's t-shirt and overalls.
It was uncivilized, getting dressed without a maid, but the princess was resourceful under pressure. She pulled on the most elaborate dress and highest heels she could find (last year's prom outfit), piled her hair on top of her head, and went in search of anyone who could get her back to Versailles.
She got as far as the Common Room before being distracted by a soap opera on the TV -- it was like an opera, only tiny and in English and with better music! Which was why, if you were so inclined, you could find the queen of France sprawled on the sofa, eating miniature Butterfingers by the handful while she waited for her toenails to dry.
[OOC: Open like a room that is common.]
A moment later, her eyes popped open wider. //Well, THIS won't do,// Marie Antoinette said, in Austrian-accented French, as she looked down at Angela's t-shirt and overalls.
It was uncivilized, getting dressed without a maid, but the princess was resourceful under pressure. She pulled on the most elaborate dress and highest heels she could find (last year's prom outfit), piled her hair on top of her head, and went in search of anyone who could get her back to Versailles.
She got as far as the Common Room before being distracted by a soap opera on the TV -- it was like an opera, only tiny and in English and with better music! Which was why, if you were so inclined, you could find the queen of France sprawled on the sofa, eating miniature Butterfingers by the handful while she waited for her toenails to dry.
[OOC: Open like a room that is common.]