Who: Louise Weasleyswap & Arthur Pendragoncan What: Getting drinks, aka a modern custom Where: Tau Bar When: Sunday Warnings: TBA Status: In progress.
Louise, not quite believing the events of the last twenty-four hours, had allowed herself to fully surrender to her neurosis about choosing the right clothes to wear to meet Arthur. As she had allowed herself to admit to V the night before, it was about having something to do, to control. Choosing the right outfit let her forget who was missing. It was not as though the scientists had sent Dom home so that Arthur could come here. It wasn't like that, and so her excitement over meeting one of her favorite historical figures, albeit male, was acceptable. There were some decent clothes that Epsilon had given her, such as the dresses when she first arrived. Chiffon was a wonderful fabric, and the lace dress fit her figure very well. But grey was no color to wear when meeting a king. She was hardly a nun or whatever set of women wore dull colors back then, in his version of the world. Indeed, he had called her bold. Her clothes would do just that.
The underwear, if anything, determined the rest. Going back to a comment Mini had said recently, the lingerie were key to a woman feeling sexy and confident. Confidence, and control, were what Louise wished for, so she went with her favorite set - the ones she had arrived in. Then, the dress she had worn here was only natural. The slippers were a no go, so she chose to wear the red pumps of hers Epsilon had kindly given her. It felt like rather little, like something more was needed. Her hand reached for her necklace, the one with a heart, but her thoughts flashed to Merlin, the way he had acted when he discovered she was French. Arthur knew and hadn't been the same, but there was no knowing how he would take such an accessory. Instead, she finished her outfit with tights, the lighter ones with small polka dots. It gave her an extra something without possibly alarming a king.
Her hair, of course, had been shampooed in her tiny excuse for a shower and properly dried before she came out, so as not to mistreat Xavier. The natural waves were there, though nothing held them because her hair products were at home. A wave of her wand dealt with stray hairs, mercifully, and Lou smiled. Yes, she had control over her looks. She had control over herself. And she was splendid. Checking the time, as it was nearly that to meet a king, Lou left her room in Epsilon block and went over to the purple of Tau. It was not the warmest, no, but she hadn't been about to bring a jumper with her. Fashion and control.