Room 528, Friday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was in a mood.

She'd skipped the undignified chaos of the newbie picnic in order to sulk get some quiet time in her room, and the raw noise this time of year left her in perpetual headache. She'd managed to make it through class today, although barely, and her temper was starting to fray again at whomever in the building had thoughts nattering away like some demented parakeet.

But the volume of the dorms, coupled with the residual crankiness she had left over from the rest of the week and situations not to be recognized, had sent her back to her room to scowl and pick over her closet, tossing last season's things in a pile to drop off at the Salvation Army or something. She had money now, dammit, she was going to spend it.

And despite promising herself that she wasn't going to do anything that sappy or petty, she was occasionally sending text messages over her phone.

bored now.

No answer.

am now trying long distance telepathy. do you have a compulsion to pet a duck yet?

She wasn't going to wait for an answer, really. Her ex...whatever...was just going to have to suffer her texting whims today.

tell me when your homework starts quacking.

be very very quiet. it's talking to you.

booooooooored.

The door was open, but Emma would be alternately bemused or pissy, depending on if that person had shut up yet. God.

[OOC: Open door, open post, fear the Fun Dip.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"No, because you've only tried on one, but it's a start," she answered, motioning for Triela to spin around for her. "Hm. Fits you better than it did me."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela obeyed, turning awkwardly in place. Her movements suggested that the whole 'spin and show off' thing wasn't something she did a lot of.

"Probably still looks better on you," Triela pointed out. Dresses weren't her thing. As she tried to tell everyone.

[icecoldfrost]

"No, the color matches you better," Emma said blithely. "You have a winner. Next!"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

With a sigh Triela turned her back again. At least the dress was easier to get off than a suit? At least that meant that this time it wasn't nearly as long before she turned around, smoothing the dress a bit anxiously.

It shouldn't matter what Emma thought of her appearance, but...

[icecoldfrost]

"Stop sulking and tell me what you think." Really. Triela wasn't going to make a decent minion if she didn't stop acting like clothing was the bane of her existence.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

She looked down at the dress again. "The skirt is long enough to fit a thigh holster under." Definite points in favor.

"But..." she reached up and awkwardly tugged at the strap of her bra. "I don't think I have anything that will go with this." Someone only had boring-yet-practical underwear.

[icecoldfrost]

"You don't have a strapless bra?" How on earth did this girl manage to clothe herself for dances? "Fine. Pixie Dust sometime next week, that's easy enough to fix."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela blinked. It couldn't be that easy... right?

"If I get something new, it has to be able to..." she trailed off, oddly self-conscious about the inserts again.

[icecoldfrost]

"They make padded bras, you know," Emma put in dryly. "You're hardly the first girl to use a boost."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"They do?" This was apparently news to Triela. "Are they realistic enough for long-term under-cover work?"

Always the job.

[icecoldfrost]

"They're realistic enough to fool teenage boys, and they think that they are connoisseurs of breasts," Emma pointed out, with only a minimum of sarcasm. "You just have to pick the right one with the right outfit. Undergarments are not one size and style fits all."

[must sleep! night!]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Maybe the Agency should hire a consultant," Triela muttered. Maybe Emma should be it.

[Sleep well, my lovely!]

[icecoldfrost]

"I didn't have anyone to teach me, and I figured it out." Emma rolled her eyes. "Use your brain, Triela. If clothes don't fit, you try on a different size. It isn't rocket science."

"Try things on your own initiative for a change."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I have plenty of initiative," Triela objected.

She... just didn't tend to use it for things which made her uncomfortable.