Room 212, Tuesday Afternoon

[sciclone]

Cosima hadn't even been sure she was going to go to the Homecoming dance. It wasn't like she had a date, and she was confused about what Homecoming even was at a school with no sports teams.

But she'd been browsing Etsy in her hotel room one night during the trip to Jurassic Park, and she found the most perfect dress ever. So now she felt kind of obligated to go to the dance just so she could show it off properly.

The box with the dress had arrived that morning. Cosima posed in it in front of her dresser mirror, trying to decide what jewelry to wear and whether the frock looked better with her braids twisted up or down around her shoulders. She took her time about it, not wanting to put her regular clothes back on. "I wonder whether anybody would notice if I just never took this off," she asked her reflection. "I'd be like a cartoon character."

[OOC: Open post, cracked door. Dress link from boneyard_girl.]

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[boneyard_girl]

"We use the term 'Biological Impossibilities' at the carnival, since it's no longer considered polite society to have a 'Freak Show,'" Ada said airily, clearly not offended in the slightest since it was obvious Cosima was not freaking out about it. "--but yeah, that's why shoes and I are locked in an eternal battle of hate and all that."

She chewed her lip for a moment, considering her options. "Can I try the little black flats?" she asked. "Those don't look like they'd be as stiff as regular shoes."

[sciclone]

"Eternal battle of hate," Cosima repeated thoughtfully. "I like that. I'm not in an eternal battle of hate with anything except dumb guys on the internet."

She shook her head. "Anyhow, yeah, you can try the flats. They're super-comfy, if they fit." She passed the shoes over.