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dear_mun2016-08-07 07:54 pm
itwasrhetorical) wrote in dear_mun2016-08-07 07:54 pm
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Possibly headed off to another game.
[Glinda is packing and repacking a large chest of clothes. Shoes, jewelry and dresses hang in the air over her, suspended by magic while she fusses and flits about attempting to make everything. None of the dresses are going in a easily and she's clearly crumpling the fabrics as she attempts to stuff everything in.]
If you do intend to send me to another world the least you should offer is the change to bring one's own adornormettes! [She huffs as one of her hooped skirts hangs haphazrdly out of the chest.] Truly! Am I to be without any home comforts or privilages? The least I should be given is my own clothes. How should I know what to wear there? There may not be anything suitable.
[Glinda stops in horror.]
What if they only have trousers? Or worse; those odacious work clothes?
[She shudders.]
If you do intend to send me to another world the least you should offer is the change to bring one's own adornormettes! [She huffs as one of her hooped skirts hangs haphazrdly out of the chest.] Truly! Am I to be without any home comforts or privilages? The least I should be given is my own clothes. How should I know what to wear there? There may not be anything suitable.
[Glinda stops in horror.]
What if they only have trousers? Or worse; those odacious work clothes?
[She shudders.]