Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening - Sewing Party

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Lucrezia wasn't certain how time passing here affected time's passage back home. If the ratio were a simple one-to-one, then today would be her sixteenth birthday. But she had not been gone nearly so long in reality, which meant it seemed false to claim it as such, even if she had perhaps lived the days necessary.

What was required for today was an alternative to the increasingly aggravating costumes the guests had insisted upon. Lucrezia had many old dresses that she did not mind sacrificing to this cause; there simply had to be a way to extend her dress such that it fell to the floor as dresses ought to do. And perhaps some petticoats underneath?

She had enlisted Petra's assistance, and the two had decided that this should be open to any who wished to change their garb -- or, even more simply, to come and spend time and gossip about their odious benefactors.

The sign outside the common room simply read, SEWING PARTY. Snacks and drinks provided, as well as copious amounts of needles and thread -- bring only yourself and, should you like, the atrocity known as your school uniform.

(wasthecuteone modded with permission. Sewing party! All are welcome! Come if you want tweaks to your outfit, or if you just want to hang out.)

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"Horrifying, and yet, somehow still dull," Lucrezia sighed. "There is no spark, only flat ugliness."

She was now holding up a lacy petticoat next to the skirt.

"I shall need far more material to cover all of this," she said. "Unless I allow it to show here and there."

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"I've got a couple of pants legs worth of fabric, but I don't know why you'd want more of this plaid," Petra told her. Trying not to shoot an envious look at the dress she was currently wearing, yes.

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"I don't want more of this plaid," Lucrezia said with a decided pout. "I want to wear this."

It was perfectly all right for Petra to be envious. This happened to be a gorgeous dress, and it was killing Lucrezia to give it up for polyester plaid.

"I would gladly hand out dresses to all who attend this school, that this might be our uniform," she insisted. "I have ducats enough to fund it, and I have plenty of dresses that we could modify. The ladies would be stunning, and modest enough for our benefactors' needs."

Some would still object, naturally, but it seemed as though it would be a fair sight preferable to polyester.

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"We all want to wear that. On some level, at least," Petra admitted. "Unfortunately Freedom Fries stuck us with this," she sighed.

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Lucrezia flushed, pleased by Petra's approval.

"Would you like to borrow one of mine?" she asked. "If not now, then after this nonsense dies down. Choose a day, and be regal."

There was nothing quite like swishing through a crowd in silk and lace.

She shook out the skirt again, its very plaid fabric taunting her. "I find myself slouching when I wear these monstrosities," she confessed. "My body itself is displeased with the clothing."

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"Oh, no, I couldn't," Petra said. It would all be too short, for one thing. "I had my moment, when I did pageants."

"And, yeah, I completely understand that. It's like 'how can I stand so the least of this is touching me?'"

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"Do pageants use dresses like this one?" she asked. "Could I call myself a pageant-goer, and use that as an excuse for my style of dress?"

Desperate times, desperate measures.

"One feels so downtrodden," she huffed. "As though the material is wrenching the utter will to live from one. Or at least the will to be graceful."