WHO Ariadne & Tauriel WHAT Random metting WHEN Friday afternoon WHERE Out and about WARNINGS TBD, likely non STATUS Match Up | Incomplete
Ariadne knew that something weird was going on, but she was fairly certain there wasn't anything wrong with her and Arthur. Time just seemed to have gone a bit haywire, since she didn't quite recognize anyone in her classes and she couldn't seem to find her ID. It wasn't really an issue, since she only needed her ID during exams and those were a couple of weeks away yet. It was just a shade off from what she was used to, and that sometimes made her feel a little unsettled. But then she'd go home to Arthur and everything would be fine.
Trying to plan a wedding was an excellent distraction, too. She'd gone to the florist to talk over her options for a bouquet and left with a couple of photo samples of what she might want. There was dress colors to consider, and an overall color scheme apparently. Ariadne could freely admit to not being the most feminine of women, so a lot of it seemed overwhelming. To make up for that, she was doing it at a slow pace. She and Arthur weren't necessarily in the biggest rush, and he helped make decisions to speed things along.
She had a folder in her arms, filled with different samples and themes and what all went along with each. It was a bit unwieldy though - she need to transfer it all to a binder of some sort - so when she turned the corner and stopped short because another woman was right there, all the papers slid out into a disorganized mess. That sucked. "Ugh." Then she realized the other woman might have thought that was directed at her. "Sorry, that wasn't to you. I just added a bunch of things to the folder and now it's all a mess."