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[makeminerubies.livejournal.com]

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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I recognize that dress...

[trainingwreck.livejournal.com]

Standing in the doorway, Tally peers into Claudia's rooms thoughtfully. "I swear, there was a Five of Clubs who wore that dress last Christmas." Pointing to the more formal one as she speaks. "Their scribe, the cute one."

[intotherough.livejournal.com]

"I'd go with the first, if it was me." There was no rank too high to be shanghaied into bringing Nines extra scotch, apparently. Or there probably was, but Ben had several challenges to go before he got there. And he wasn't all that inclined to box his way up to Eight or Nine so he could get out of hauling lovely ladies very good alcohol.

"But then, I expect I can just get away with a suit for the occasion, so who am I to say?"

[karatofquality.livejournal.com]

"You're looking freshly annoyed." He wasn't far away, but he was out of reach. She just wasn't looking very happy, and actually looked fairly cranky, and Silas knew Chareut women. Silas knew Claudia. Probably for the best that he just. Stay over here for the moment.

"I've found that wine soothes the temper far more readily than does liquor, you know." But then, that's his poison of choice. Might just be a matter of preference.