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  10 comments for “A Night at the Ballet – Step One

  1. Aevrin
    May 31, 2017 at 11:10 pm

    Meh, black pants, grey button down shirt. Fun into story though.

    • Stef Mimosa
      Stef Mimosa
      June 2, 2017 at 1:54 pm

      Stef gave a shrug of approval. It was…okay. Like the few times she had seen Taylor trying to dress in something other than his BDUs. It was civilian dress, sure, and there was no telltale Agency blue, but there was still something…Agency-y about it.

      She handed the recruit their ticket. Even though the Agency had paid for it, and therefore it was like paying nothing at all, she had still grumbled as Jonesy had paid the frankly ridiculous “print at home” convenience fee.

      ‘All right, I’m shifting us out in three-two-one…’

  2. raven
    June 2, 2017 at 8:30 am

    ((i really need to set up my little wolfie her own profile))

    Mia: Oh great hope i dont fall asleep again like I did at that werid charity play the Ravens threw.
    is wearing a short sleeved shirt that covers her more….interesting tattoos with a waist coat to go with it. she is also wearing formal trousers that go with the waist coat and shirt. her shadow looks like a tribal tattoo that goes around her left wrist and a little way up her forearm.

    • Stef Mimosa
      Stef Mimosa
      June 2, 2017 at 2:02 pm

      Stef grinned. ‘Coffee. You can always have coffee.’

      Really, Spyder, really?

      ‘Um.’ She felt a blush on her cheeks. ‘I can require some patch stimulants if you need them. First intermission is seventy-five minutes in. If we don’t get escorted out by the ushers first.’

      She would keep her cool. She would. Unless the dancers used poor techniques. Then…then there would be comments.

      Mia’s outfit was good – the kind of casual cool that would go well with the crowd attending the performance, who would enjoy the art of the dance, but wouldn’t be of the same snobbery of people who had brought their kids to her classes as a kid. People who knew ballet could be modern and hip.

      She looked down at herself. She was still in her uniform. She couldn’t go in her uniform, if they were fae, as was suspected, it would be too obvious. She closed her eyes and thought for a moment, knowing she had to at least appear to be more Stephanie than Stef for the night; appearances mattered.

      A few requirements had her in black sneakers that could almost pass for flats, black dress pants and a soft, golden top with a rolled neck – something that was a copy of something that was in her apartment’s wardrobe.

      She didn’t look like her, and that would keep her on her toes.

      ‘All right, I’m shifting us out in three-two-one…’

  3. the leaking pen
    June 6, 2017 at 4:26 pm

    “Matinee. Hmm. Well, can’t be too dressy, but.”

    Jessica closed her eyes, fingers pointing and dancing in midair as she navigated mental menus and called out specifications to her Requirement. The Combat uniform faded and was replaced with a black cocktail dress, cut off center. The left side came just below her knee, hiding a trio of slim knives strapped to her thigh. The right side cut higher, coming to mid-thigh. Chunky heels gave the already tall woman an extra few inches, and hid a variety of small tools useful for breaking and entering and taking over communications networks in an emergency. The shoes were a dyed blue leather, Agency blue, and matched the handbag perfectly. Larger than most bags likely to be carried to the event, it still wasn’t as large as Jessica preferred, only capable of holding a small caliber handgun, two magazines, and a few odds and ends including emergency blue foil packs and a first aid kit capable of treating gunshots.

    Also blue was the bright rose in her hair, just above the ear. Inside the base and stem of the bud were small electronics that worked with her earrings to provide a rudimentary headset, while not obviously being such.

    The earrings themeslves were small gold hoops suspended inside larger silver hoops, with a rim of blue sapphires set on the outer ring of the silver hoops. While it would seem simply a style or pattern to most, anyone in the know would instantly recognize the Combat logo. A small decoration hung from the bottom of the silver and blue hoops, matching sculptures of miniaturized .50 caliber rifle shells.

    “Okay, that should be good.” She gave a quick twirl, including lifting the left leg to show the knives, and pulling the fabric tight so that the small pistol in the small of her back showed in outline for a moment as well.

    “This work for you, Agent?”

    • Stormy
      Stormy
      June 7, 2017 at 3:16 pm

      [Reply coming later, but for now…

      For an ace girl, Stef is such a useless lesbian. Made to stop and gape at every pretty girl in a dress.]

      • the leaking pen
        June 8, 2017 at 7:29 pm

        Jessica stopped, looking at the overloading Agent. She snapped her fingers twice, since the far away look didn’t appear to be Agenty communication. “Agent Mimosa. You good?”

        • Stormy
          Stormy
          June 10, 2017 at 8:10 am

          Stef quickly sobered as Jessica clicked her fingers. The recruit’s transformation had been…unexpected. From standard dress to- Um. Pretty. Girls in dresses tended to take her notice, for whatever reason. it wasn’t sexual attraction, she was far too deep in the aces for that; nor was it romantic attraction, unless she had some very, very weird and complicated feelings for Magnolia, as the first thought she had whenever she saw the Combat Aide was “pretty”…unless it was “wow, how is all that blood sticking to her???”.

          But they stilled her all the same, like a gorgeous piece of art.

          It took a moment for the details to register, and she couldn’t help a snort when she saw the subtle-not-subtle Combat earrings. They should definitely become a thing. A wardrobing meme for when recruits were dressing as civilians.

          ‘Yes, Recruit,’ she said. Lie. She had to find a lie. ‘Subroutine conflict. Had to clear it. It’s kinda like a really weird brain fart. Sorry. Shall we?’

        • Stormy
          Stormy
          June 10, 2017 at 8:19 am

          It took Stef a moment to realise she was still in her uniform. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

          There was no way she could compete on the girly front, not that she wanted to – as much as she knew she would have to drag up old memories in order to judge the ballet, there were still relatively few situations where dressing like a girl really felt right.

          So, at least she would get to keep some of her self for the evening.

          She looked down at herself, and her suit rippled. The blacks became richer, shinier, black from the kind of tailor that runs a single room behind the high street, who has no signage, and is only known about by the right kind of people.

          Her vest disappeared, and her shirt changed, from her wrinkled, every-day white button down, to one with hidden buttons, and a little bit of silver hidden in the thread count, only noticeable by the sparkle in certain lights.

          The fit changed, becoming tighter, the highlight and hide, a suit for performance, not for use.

          Milla insisted that she was the soft butch in their friendship, so for tonight, it was time to lean on that.

          A final thought smoothed her hair back. ‘Sorry. Shall we?’

        • the leaking pen
          June 10, 2017 at 1:26 pm

          Jessica stood for a moment, her mouth hanging open. “Brain fart. Yup, had one too. Damn Agent Mimosa. You clean up nicely! ”

          She glanced down at the shoes, polished brown leather that, even though they hadn’t yet MOVED, somehow already had scuffs on them. She stifled back the word, “Mostly” even as the thought entered her head, and presented her arm. “We shall.”

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