Room 511, Friday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, after a shockingly busy week, could be found where she could usually be found just before a big clothes-related event, particularly one involving boys: in the closet, in a state of complete obliviousness concerning the irony of that fact, in a continual ricochet between nervous and full of squee, and at least halfway into her homecoming dress. With pauses for messing with her hair and deciding which earrings didn't make her look like an idiot.

[OOC: Door is open, so is post. Expecting the BFF, but open for roomies, passing gypsies, tumbleweeds, and oh yeah, dates if they so desire!]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo was on her way down to the carnival, as of yet blissfully (as blissful as this one ever got) unaware of what exactly she was expected to do, when she passed Francine's room, and poked her head in through the open door.

"I hear spazzing," she noted. "And no, that dress does not make you look fat."

Stupid date. He'd better appreciate it. Or maybe he'd better not.

[noboynextdoor.livejournal.com]

Amazingly enough, Jess did actually own nice clothes.

...okay, so it was one nice outfit, but it still counted, even if it made him uncomfortable to wear it.

When he was ready, he went up to Francine's room and knocked on the door to see if she was ready as well. He still couldn't believe he was going to a dance with someone he hardly knew, but at least she was a nice girl and not completely nuts that he knew of.

Before Jess

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"You look lovely," Alice smiled, pinning another butterfly into her hair. "That color suits you. I swear you're glowing."