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It was time yet again to undertake an onerous chore: deciding what to wear for the Feast of Fools. Claudia glowered at her closet, wondering how much trouble she'd get into if she "accidentally" tossed a lighted match inside...after dousing the contents with gasoline. Probably more than she'd care to handle, really. So she merely sighed, strode determinedly forward and dove in. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, or so the saying went.

Two hours later (and with all sorts of clothing scattered everywhere), she'd narrowed the selection to two choices: formal, and ultra-formal. No doubt of which one she was expected to wear; her mother had sent up the latter just the other day, clearly Claudia was to take the hint.

--God, she needed a drink.


[ooc: Claudia Chareut, Nine of Diamonds, Assistant Director of HR and Pierre's half-sister. Info and such is in the journal; feel free to drop in to help out the poor girl's frustration! Also, can has tag?]

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[makeminerubies.livejournal.com]

Claudia laughed a bit tightly.

"Oh God, Tally. If I started, we'd be here till the summer." She shook her head. "No, not really. I just need to survive this Feast, and then get back to work."

So she could lose herself in routine and ignore her mother's churlish idiocy.

[trainingwreck.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Once the holidays are over, I get to go back into my training schedule full-time." She nods a bit, thoughtfully. "At least, until Easter rolls back around."

[makeminerubies.livejournal.com]

"Mm, my sympathies." Physical exertion wasn't exactly one of Claudia's favorite pastimes. Granted, she did enjoy horseback riding and archery, but that was about the extent of her hobbies outside the Castle.

"Never could get the hang of swords-and-daggers-oh-my myself."