[Event Post]

[bibeakerbabe]

::Knock knock on Theresa's door.::

Comments

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Hrm... new clothes. Anything in particular?

::She seems to be tapping her finger against her cheek.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Not really...

I kind of need... everything.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... Not a problem to me. Uh...

Do you need me to give you some of my clothes when we do...?

::Smiling while rubbing the back of her head.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...yes. ...sorry.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... We can have you try them on now, if you want?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Okay. Thank you, Vidya.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Grabs Theresa's hand if it's no problem.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa has her hand grabbed, and blushes slightly.::

::Needless to say she's very willing to follow wherever Vidya leads her. Save maybe to Erland.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Mostly she's taking Theresa to her closet where her clothes are, which is in her and Erland's Bedroom.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa has no problem with this, since Erland isn't there. ...though there is one catch. Theresa leans next to Vidya, and whispers in her ear,::

...are there any cameras in here?

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Thinks for a moment. Then whispers into Theresa's ear.::

Not that I know of.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...do you have a screen or something I could change behind?

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Not on me. Sorry.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...I think I'll go back to my room when I change. ...if that's okay.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... Uh. Not to make you antsy, but wouldn't your room be a more likely place for Cameras?

::Blinks.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Which is why I checked it very thoroughly for anything. I even froze the walls to break anything I may have missed.

::Seems she's convinced that Erland would try something like that.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Uh. Huh. ::Just blinks.:: Would you like me to come back with you... or?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...if you like.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Opens her closet. Inside are a combination of slacks, long skirts, white blouses, various ties, various colored vests and lab coats.::

See anything you like?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa looks over the selection, seemingly drawn primarily to clothes along the blue spectrum. She tries to find a blue skirt and matching vest, picking out a blouse to complete the ensemble.::

I think... these.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::No blue blouses, only white. But otherwise, success.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

But I never realized your tastes in clothing were so... specific.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's that odd.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

No, they're nice. It's just... a bit different.

::Theresa fidgets nervously for a moment.::

I think... I'll go try this on.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... I'll come with you if it would help.