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auroraexpress2019-05-28 01:08 am
voreaciously) wrote in auroraexpress2019-05-28 01:08 am
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Who: 80H and you! Eat, drink, and be merry! It's a mingle.
When: Day 25, afternoon
Where: The Lounge
In Jasmine
[Within Jasmine's tremendous new kitchen is a flurry of activity, a storm of leashed chaos, and in the eye stands 80H, cooking and baking up a storm.
Ever prepared, however, she's cooked meals for the rest of the car so they do not have to worry about fending for themselves while she's taken over the space. It's all neatly labeled and delicious. She starts early evening and if you come down for a midnight snack or glass of water, she's still at it. Different times of day warrant different aromas. Savoury, sweet, herbal, blends of lavender and vanilla, citrus and cloves.
And the warmth.
It feels nice in here from all the baking, not oppressively hot, but looking at her, it's difficult to tell if she feels any of it at all. She seems like an icy singularity, divorced from her own reality even she carefully, delicately makes mille-feuille for it.]
In the Lounge
[80H is not in her uniform (shut up, Crow, it's still fucking legit) for the most part, instead wearing Jasmine's sweeping skirt, bunched top, and sandals, though she keeps her blindfold, tied in a bow at the side of her head with ribbons. Blue, silver, purple.
Marigold.
She wheels out a long cart made of crystal covered by a light blue tablecloth that dips oscillates between transparency and translucency, fading into nothingness at the edges. It reflects prismatic colours in crystalline shapes, but despite the edges of the reflections, it looks light as air and soft as silk.
Upon it sit myriad desserts on plates of various sizes, though many are single serve. They, too, are crystalline and clear, delicately shaped, but belying sturdiness. Creme brulee torched to perfection, tarts of all kinds, mille-feuille, delicately baked, round cheesecakes with a thick drizzle made of native berries, mousse made with the same, and thin biscuits dipped in dark chocolate and marbled with white.
In various crystal pots are tea. She would have liked to have more, but there's a fair selection all the same. The pots are transparent and so the colours are immediately visible and she's taken care to arrange them in a most pleasing away along the table.]
I would humbly suggest you try something.
[She will say this to anyone and everyone, and if she is not stopped, she will stand well away, but present.]
When: Day 25, afternoon
Where: The Lounge
In Jasmine
[Within Jasmine's tremendous new kitchen is a flurry of activity, a storm of leashed chaos, and in the eye stands 80H, cooking and baking up a storm.
Ever prepared, however, she's cooked meals for the rest of the car so they do not have to worry about fending for themselves while she's taken over the space. It's all neatly labeled and delicious. She starts early evening and if you come down for a midnight snack or glass of water, she's still at it. Different times of day warrant different aromas. Savoury, sweet, herbal, blends of lavender and vanilla, citrus and cloves.
And the warmth.
It feels nice in here from all the baking, not oppressively hot, but looking at her, it's difficult to tell if she feels any of it at all. She seems like an icy singularity, divorced from her own reality even she carefully, delicately makes mille-feuille for it.]
In the Lounge
[80H is not in her uniform (shut up, Crow, it's still fucking legit) for the most part, instead wearing Jasmine's sweeping skirt, bunched top, and sandals, though she keeps her blindfold, tied in a bow at the side of her head with ribbons. Blue, silver, purple.
Marigold.
She wheels out a long cart made of crystal covered by a light blue tablecloth that dips oscillates between transparency and translucency, fading into nothingness at the edges. It reflects prismatic colours in crystalline shapes, but despite the edges of the reflections, it looks light as air and soft as silk.
Upon it sit myriad desserts on plates of various sizes, though many are single serve. They, too, are crystalline and clear, delicately shaped, but belying sturdiness. Creme brulee torched to perfection, tarts of all kinds, mille-feuille, delicately baked, round cheesecakes with a thick drizzle made of native berries, mousse made with the same, and thin biscuits dipped in dark chocolate and marbled with white.
In various crystal pots are tea. She would have liked to have more, but there's a fair selection all the same. The pots are transparent and so the colours are immediately visible and she's taken care to arrange them in a most pleasing away along the table.]
I would humbly suggest you try something.
[She will say this to anyone and everyone, and if she is not stopped, she will stand well away, but present.]
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They are both kimono, but furisode is the one with the longer sleeves. [The water lady in furisode raises her arms to demonstrate.]
That is what it means: swinging sleeves. Young, unmarried women wear them. They come in a variety of patterns, though the ones men wear often are not as embellished, and older people wear more muted tones and colours. One also wears patterns and colours according to seasons.
Ah, and they are to be worn with the left side over the right. The opposite is for the deceased.
[Which...she wonders if she should....
Anyway, two more women from out of water and one helps the other dress in furisode. We're doing barbie doll anatomy, but, curiously, she isn't wearing any underwear.
The process is sped up, but it's clearly long and complicated.]
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Are they usually worn without underwear?
[ Priorities. ]
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stares.]
That gutter of yours must be comfortable. To answer: it depends on who is wearing it. Kimono can be so beautiful, as much art as they are clothing, and to disrupt patterns, and thus, the experience, with panty or bra lines is unseemly to some.
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[ HE'S COMPLETELY UNREPENTANT. ]
I'd love to see one in person sometime.
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[And not to like check her out.
But having sex in them would be aesthetic.]
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[ Definitely to have sex with her while she's wearing it. Definitely. ]
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[she says that wryly, like she doesn't agree she is just anticipating what he'd say about it]
Did you wish to purchase anything?
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My apologies in keeping you waiting.
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I wasn't waiting that long.