PNPC "Queen" - The torture of choices
Jess
(( Quarters Lazarus / Queen - Queen's Room ))
For the fourth time Queen stood in front of the mirror in her
pitch black room. Clothing spread all over the floor and bed,
though that was not unsual - even though she had tried to get
better about it, at least in the living room she shared with
Lazarus - it was even worse than before. No matter what she tried
nothing seemed right for this date.
When had she become such a nervous wreck just because she was
going to spend time with her bonded mate? Well this was not just
spending time. It was Fa'leyr or as he called it, a date. How
could she not be nervous about that?
With a grunt she took off the outfit and threw it over her
shoulder to the rest. Why was finding the right thing so hard? It
had been easy back on Zeltion IV. She had only a handful of items
to choose from and if it didn't fit the occasion, then the
occasion had to adjust to it. But since she had come on board she
had gotten to know the replicators and database and she had
accumulated dozens of outfits and with that choices had gotten
more and more complicated.
With a deep breath she stared at the pile and then looked up into
the wardrobe compartment and there behind a hanger with a shirt,
something peeked out, something she had not seen until now and she
reached in to pull out the dress. Her eyes wandered over it and
then took it off the hanger to slip into it. While she still
pulled the laces tight she turned to the mirror. Finally.
After a glance at the clock she noticed it was almost time, so she
pushed the clothing on the ground all on one pile to take care of
later and put the rest of her outfit together. Watching herself in
the mirror for another time to make sure it was all in order. The
short sleeveless red plaid dress - with black satin front lacing -
had a few black lace ruffles and some laced underskirt and ran to
about her mid thigh. She had paired that with fishnet tights that
were not ripped for a chance and knee high black leather boots
with red lacing. Of course she had to add some accessories like a
studded choker and bracelets, as well as a few layered necklaces.
It was all in stark contrast to her pale skin and colorful mohawk
but she felt confident and like herself even though a bit more
'cleaned up' than usual. Pleased with the whole look she finally
reached for her goggles and put them back on before she stepped
out of the room.
((OOC: The dress:
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3d/82/b6/3d82b636ad8aa8ee7fecd7be467d673e.jpg
))
As she stepped from the dark into the light - with surprisingly
little jingling sounds - she noticed that Lazarus was already
there and she stopped in her tracks. There it was again. That
nervousness.
Davis: response
She cleared her throat and straightened up. /Hold your head high/.
She did, though unfamiliar with what they would do, and knowing it
was so different here than what she had known before, she had to
ask.
Queen: Is this appropriate?
Davis: response
Queen: Good. You ::She paused looking at him, and looking him
over.:: you look nice. .oO(Nice? Come on!)Oo.
Davis: response
Queen: ::moving her head from side to side:: I am ready.
Davis: response
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PNPC Qeene "Queen"
Spouse of Lazarus Davis
simmed by
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Co-Facilitator
A238906JL0
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