Sarah Wisdom / Ghost (prydenwisdom) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-04-26 01:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | evelyn richards, sarah wisdom |
Who: Sarah and Evelyn
What: Get their room ready for sharing with Andi and Joan – they have to clean out their closets in other words! Also Sarah possibly plots Evelyn's demise.
When; Friday late afternoon / early evening
Sarah was standing half in and half out of her closet, ahh the joys of having phasing powers. The light bulb in said closet had burned out, necessitating her heading back into the room proper, or at least part of the way into the room.
"So, seriously how much space do you think Andi's going to need in the closet?" Andi was Evelyn was Andi's cousin after all, she should know just how much … stuff, was going to be crammed into the room.
"Probably a lot," Evelyn said, staring into her own closet. "She's got at least as much stuff as me. But, I just don't see how this is going to work. I NEED my closet."
Sarah resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead in an oh so sweet voice added; "Don't forget, we have Joan coming to stay with us too … so we'll have to make room for her clothes as well." That little bit of passive aggressive bitchery done, Sarah stepped fully into the room and glanced around.
"Maybe we can put some stuff in a box or something … it's only for about a week, right? Maybe less. God I hope they hire decent plumbers or whatever to fix the place up."
"You and me both," Evelyn replied, and sighed heavily. "I guess I can put away some shoes. It is spring and I won't need the winter ones for a while." She started to gather up some of her shoes. "How exactly did the hall get flooded anyway?"
"How many shoes – never mind. Don't need to know." Sarah liked shoes, she had in fact thought that she had a problem, and was maybe a shoe-a-holic, but than she had meet Evelyn. She didn't feel bad abut her shoe collection anymore. Well didn't feel bad in the sense that she felt guilty about how many shoes she had, she did feel bad in the sense that her collection of shoes was so tiny. "No idea how the building got flooded … but you saw the journals, or maybe not … but Milo and Joan got called to the Headmaster office."
She was kind of glad that Joan was going to be rooming with them, the inside story could be gotten!
She needn't feel bad about the size of her shoe collection. Evelyn would share. If they wore the same size. She place her armful of shoes down on her bed. "Yeah, I saw the journals," she said. "I don't think I've meet Milo and Joan. So, it'll be nice to meet knew people. I just wish they came with their own closet."
"Well maybe their clothes got ruined by all the water, and damage, than they won’t have that many!" Sarah was looking on the bright side, not being terribly bitchy, honest. She was also giving up trying to re-arrange her closet. She moved to her bed, grabbing some books that where lying on it, and placing the books under the bed, out of sight and out of mind, right? Right. This counted as cleaning as far as Sarah was concerned.
"I hope so," Evelyn replied, and realized that maybe that sounded a bit rude. "I mean...not that I don't want them to have clothes. I do. I just...That came out totally wrong. I swear." Really.
Sarah paused in her frantic book shoving, and looked up and grinned at Evelyn. "Oh that's all right, your secrets safe with me, I won't tell anyone your wishing destruction of clothes on others. And hey, if they have lost their clothes, just means we have to go shopping with them, so they can re-stock right?"
"Absolutely!" She grinned. "And I'd be more than happy to help out. In fact, maybe they could just have some of my old stuff. I need to go through my closet anyway."
"Well that’s awful generous of you, but shopping! Don’t deny people a chance to shop." Giving up on shoving anymore books under the bed (she was out of room under the bed) she began picking up random pieces of her clothes, and shoving them haphazardly into drawers, Sarah was not that organized, not at all.
Yeah, Evelyn had noticed the lack of organization. "Oh, of course not," she replied. "Who am I to stop people from shopping?!" She shoved her shoes in a couple of boxes and statshed them under the bed. "Where do you guys shop around here?" She asked. "Do you go into the city?"
Sarah paused in her effort to shove one of her sweaters into her dresser – she knew she could make the damn thing fit, she knew it! "Umm, city yeah." Sarah waved a hand in a vague kind of way. It was New York, there was tons of shopping to do. "Your from New York, right? You must have your favorite places to go, hmm?"
Evelyn just watched Sarah trying to shove the sweater in the drawer. Okay, clearly she needed to teach thing girl a thing or two. "Of course," she grinned. "A girl doesn't grow up in New York City without shopping. And I can shop anywhere from 5th Avenue to the Village and get you great deals." She moved over to Sarah. "But, first we should get you more organized so you aren't stuffing clothes into drawers."
"I'm organized!" Sarah protested, as she hauled the sweater out, and held it in front of her. Organized, that sounded like work, and not fun work. But the kind of work that Sarah tried to avoid. "So, besides shopping, you must know places to go in New York?" The plan was to get Evelyn distracted and, off the topic of getting organized.
"Right," Evelyn replied, looking a little skeptical. "That is not what I call organization." She'd fix that. "I can take you whever you want to go. What haven't you seen?"
"I have a system." Sarah informed her frostily, in her best 'I'm Emma Frost don't mess with me' impression. "Oh, I've seen stuff, next time we all go out as a group, you should pick the place."
Evelyn just raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Maybe we should make a pit stop by IKEA and get you some baskets and shelves. Though, it will be eaiser once you have your whole closet back." Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. "You've seen stuff? Probably the tourist stuff, I can show you what the locals know."
"I've seen IKEA! And, well some baskets might be nice." She could toss her stuff in them, and than shove the baskets under the bed! "Yeah, we should so wait until the closet is back to being just mine." Sarah's now all of a sudden hoping that this whole sharing a room with more than one person thing lasts a while.
Shoving stuff under the bed wasn't really the idea, but they'd deal with that later. "You should let me give you a make over, too," she said. "Not that you don't look good, but that make up is all wrong. And there's more to life than jeans and t-shirts."
Sarah tightened her grip on her sweater. "There's more? Oh please do share." She was good at doing the mock sincere tone. Sarah loved her T-shirts! And her jeans, they where practical! And so what if the knee was out of the jeans she was currently wearing …. They where practical! Cleaning jeans!
"I'm not saying jeans are bad, but they shouldn't have holes in them," she told Sarah. "And there are so much cutier things than t-shirt. I mean, you have a great figured. You'd look so cute in a shirt with an empire waist, and made a cute jacket. Oh! And of course cute shoes."
She was still holding onto her sweater. She didn't take … suggestion very well. Although okay, she could get on board the cute shoe train. "Yeah, well we'll just have to go shopping, or I can raid your closet." She was being sarcastic, but she might to something to her closet. Only not, because even though she was feeling defensive, she knew Evelyn was just being … Evelyn.
"You're welcome to anything in my closet!" Evelyn grinned. "Anything at all. And...that eyeshadow is all wrong. You need...more pink and brown shades. They will bring out your eyes."
She was not going to throw the damn sweater – no, no she was not. "Yeah? Oh my god, you know who else you should give a makeover to? Joan." Sarah was throwing Joan under the bus, but oh well. Every woman for herself!
"I'll make over whoever wants one," she grinned. "I live to help people look good. Well, and to party. Which reminds me, I need to plan that night out. You will come?"
But Sarah didn't want a makeover! Or to be organized! Oh god, Frost was punishing her. That was it, having her room with Evelyn was a punishment. Why yes, everything was about Sarah. "Sure, wait – by night out, you talking about drinks, dancing, stumbling home in the wee hours?"
She was only trying to be helpful. "Something like that, yes," she nodded. "Of course the stumbling home bit is up to you."
Sarah does not understand this term 'helpful', she's too obstinate to accept help. "Going to pass on the whole stumbling bit." Sarah than busies herself with trying to find a new place to put the sweater. She's done the stumbling bit, and yeah that wasn't so much fun.
Evelyn had done the stumbling bit too, and after pictures appeared in the paper she'd gotten a strong lecture from her parents about maintaining a public image...blah, blah, blah. But the headache she'd had the next more had had more effect. "I'm with you on that, but we can still have fun!" She exclaimed. "I love dancing! And there are some very attractive guys here."
"Mutant genes, or whatever, plus a training program means guys who are fit." And Sarah doesn't want to talk about this, but it's slightly better than talking about organizing or makeover-ness. "But we live with them, you know." So it's better to look and not … do anything else. Or such was Sarah's philosophy now.
Evelyn wasn't buying it for a second. "Alright," she said, plopping onto her bed, "tell me who you like. And don't try and deny it I have a sixth sense about these things."
Ahh! Now Sarah wanted to go back to talking about clothes!
"I like almost everyone." Very prim and proper.
She's going to kill Evelyn before it's over with, isn't she? "Alright," she shrugged, "you don't have to tell me. But, I am an excellent matchmaker as well as personal shopper."
Going to kill her and hide her body where no one can find it.
"Well, if you don't end up making super hero as your career you can parley those skills into a nice career."
"I guess," she shrugged. "I think dad keeps hoping I'll wise up and become a scientist like him, but I'm just not into that." So she wished he'd quit pestering her. "I think I might go downstairs for a snack. Wanna come?"
"Dads. Thanks, but I'm going to try and make some more room in my closet, for Joan and Andi." And try and move from stuff from her closet to … other parts of the room. She'll just appear organized.
"Okay," Evie smiled, and hopped off her bed. "I'll be back to finish clearing mine later."