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]

"Gotta wash it sometime," Ada pointed out impishly from where she was sprawled on her own bed, looking up 'Homecoming' on her laptop. Since, well, stuff like this had been left out of her home-school curriculum. Or at least she assumed it had been... most of her book-learning was still big blank spots in her brain, but at least she'd figured out reading again.

"Uh, this says there's usually a football game? Do we even have sports teams here? I thought high schools did sports and things?"