WHO: Rosalia and Open WHAT: Dreams can be... unusual WHEN: After the cruise WHERE: At a convention WARNINGS: Furries? But seriously, none as yet, but who knows. Open to multiples.
It certainly wasn't the first time Rosalia had ever found herself wandering around a convention hall surrounded by people in colorful - and furry - costumes, but the more she looked around, the more it felt like they were all her costumes. That was unusual. A big kick in the ego-pants, but definitely unusual.
Though, it didn't feel strange. It felt perfectly normal to be surrounded by faux fur and satin transforming everyone into the highly colorful anthromorphized creatures. And she was busily working at doing on the fly repairs to the costumes dressed in what looked for all the world like some kind of Pokemon-esque nurse outfit.
She'd just finished stitching a torn bear tail back onto the ass of a blue bear when she heard someone come up behind her at her booth. "Just a sec," she said, giving the bear a slap on the butt to let them know she was done and turning around with a smile. "Need a fix? Hot glue or stitches? I got both."