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WHO: Briony & Mallory
WHERE: Their spare bedroom turned closet
WHEN: A few days before the welcome party
WHAT: Outfit planning
WARNINGS: Nope
It was so easy to get lost in the benefits of a room-sized closet that Briony often forgot about the detractions: namely, it made narrowing down options practically impossible.
She gracefully fell into the chaise lounge they kept near the floor-length mirror with a sigh, landing atop a small mound of discarded clothing and burrowing her face against the inside of her elbow. “How are we going to find anything if I can’t even decide what era I’d like to dress in?” Her voice sounded piteously from behind her arm. “I might not even be able to go. This is dreadful.”
“You have to go,” Mallory responded before Briony had even finished claiming she might not attend. Still, her own choice on era was no clearer either as she thumbed through the racks for options. “Do you think modern or something closer to your original time?”
“I don't think I want to do my original time exactly, but it might be fun to do something in the Roaring 20s?” Briony peeked out from under her arm, not yet possessing the strength to lift it entirely. “Or the Dior New Look. Or Disco Glamour, or-” She cut herself off with another groan. “You see? It's hopeless. I can't pick.”
“20s is always super popular at any fancy dress,” Mallory mused, pulling a dress off the rack and holding it against her body before discarding it to the ever-growing floor pile with a shake of her head. “Dior New Look isiconic, and less people will think of it.”
“True,” Briony drew out the word thoughtfully, pushing herself up before she developed a crick in her back. “What is calling to you? What aesthetic do you most want to exemplify?” The pile of discarded options said they were as similarly minded as ever. “Should we spin a wheel?”
Mallory held out another dress with a sigh. The problem was, narrowing down to an era was only the first step of the problem. There were still so many variables to choose from once the era was locked in. “Maybe instead of an era I’ll pick a classic movie dress,” she considered. “If I take a cookie bouquet down to costuming they might not hate me for asking for a dress recreation on a short turnaround.”
Briony’s head tipped to the side, her eyes narrowing as she scanned Mallory thoughtfully. “Marilyn, maybe? Grace Kelly?” Her eyes widened as she added, “The curtains dress from Gone with the Wind?”
“The famous white dress?” Mallory mimed the famous pose despite the lack of wind machine. “But I looooove Grace Kelly. The black and white Rear Window dress? The blue To Catch a Thief dress? Maybe we should both do costume changes mid prom.”
“So that’s a no on the curtain dress,” Briony said with a laugh, crossing the room to look through an already picked through rack of dresses. “If we did something from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes we could have a matching dress moment costume change.” As quickly as she’d begun, she dropped her hand from the clothing rack and pulled out her phone instead.
“I know that Jack is going to wear something 40s inspired,” she looked up from her phone with a little roll of her eyes sent Mal’s way, “and look amazing despite the minimal effort on his part. Maybe I’ll go Dior for entry and then we can see about a costume change into something matching?”
“Breaking news, Jack Callahan wears clothes he’s most comfortable in. More at 7.” Mallory couldn’t help the fond smile despite the teasing words about her mentor. “But I love the idea of a costume change into something matching! You’d look so good in that pink dress.”
“Now all we need to do is decide on our entry gowns and we’ll be set!” They had somehow doubled the amount of recreation they needed to beg, borrow, or steal from the costuming team within the last ten seconds. But was there truly that much difference from one gown to two? “You could always go Audrey, too. She had so many iconic outfits in her films.”
With no iconic movie dresses already in their spare-room-turned-wardrobe, Mallory gave up her search and flopped down next to Briony on the chaise. “Maybe we should host a movie themed dinner party so we can wear more dresses.”
Briony rested her head on Mallory’s shoulder with a sigh. “It’s already a struggle to get people to adhere to our themes; we might as well add another layer. Perhaps some of the interns will be more likely to play along.”
“If we get them early enough we can convince them it's part of training,” Mallory decided, tilting her head to rest against Briony’s. “I would've believed it when we were interns.”
“That can’t be ethical,” Briony said with a small measure of alarm, “I don’t want to have to trick them into attending.” The idea of lying was bad enough on its own, and then to add the thought that their guests might not be enjoying themselves? “No, I’m absolutely positive we won’t need to do that. I have a good feeling about this batch.”
“Just not quite as good as our batch, because who could compare to us?” Mallory decided, eyes glancing around the mess of their wardrobe. That was very much a later problem. “We should watch some movies for dress inspiration. I'll make popcorn.”
“I'll start something up for us. If we watch it in the living room, Constance might wander in and watch too.” Briony pushed herself up with her hands on her knees, then reached down to help pull up Mal. “I'm certain she'll be a great help in narrowing down the best options.”
“I would channel Molly Ringwald if I didn’t know I could never out 80s Constance.” She took Briony’s hands to help herself up, one last glance at the mess that was future Mallory’s problem before tugging her friend towards the living and kitchen. “But she’d never steer us wrong, we’ll have the perfect dresses in no time!”
WHERE: Their spare bedroom turned closet
WHEN: A few days before the welcome party
WHAT: Outfit planning
WARNINGS: Nope
It was so easy to get lost in the benefits of a room-sized closet that Briony often forgot about the detractions: namely, it made narrowing down options practically impossible.
She gracefully fell into the chaise lounge they kept near the floor-length mirror with a sigh, landing atop a small mound of discarded clothing and burrowing her face against the inside of her elbow. “How are we going to find anything if I can’t even decide what era I’d like to dress in?” Her voice sounded piteously from behind her arm. “I might not even be able to go. This is dreadful.”
“You have to go,” Mallory responded before Briony had even finished claiming she might not attend. Still, her own choice on era was no clearer either as she thumbed through the racks for options. “Do you think modern or something closer to your original time?”
“I don't think I want to do my original time exactly, but it might be fun to do something in the Roaring 20s?” Briony peeked out from under her arm, not yet possessing the strength to lift it entirely. “Or the Dior New Look. Or Disco Glamour, or-” She cut herself off with another groan. “You see? It's hopeless. I can't pick.”
“20s is always super popular at any fancy dress,” Mallory mused, pulling a dress off the rack and holding it against her body before discarding it to the ever-growing floor pile with a shake of her head. “Dior New Look isiconic, and less people will think of it.”
“True,” Briony drew out the word thoughtfully, pushing herself up before she developed a crick in her back. “What is calling to you? What aesthetic do you most want to exemplify?” The pile of discarded options said they were as similarly minded as ever. “Should we spin a wheel?”
Mallory held out another dress with a sigh. The problem was, narrowing down to an era was only the first step of the problem. There were still so many variables to choose from once the era was locked in. “Maybe instead of an era I’ll pick a classic movie dress,” she considered. “If I take a cookie bouquet down to costuming they might not hate me for asking for a dress recreation on a short turnaround.”
Briony’s head tipped to the side, her eyes narrowing as she scanned Mallory thoughtfully. “Marilyn, maybe? Grace Kelly?” Her eyes widened as she added, “The curtains dress from Gone with the Wind?”
“The famous white dress?” Mallory mimed the famous pose despite the lack of wind machine. “But I looooove Grace Kelly. The black and white Rear Window dress? The blue To Catch a Thief dress? Maybe we should both do costume changes mid prom.”
“So that’s a no on the curtain dress,” Briony said with a laugh, crossing the room to look through an already picked through rack of dresses. “If we did something from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes we could have a matching dress moment costume change.” As quickly as she’d begun, she dropped her hand from the clothing rack and pulled out her phone instead.
“I know that Jack is going to wear something 40s inspired,” she looked up from her phone with a little roll of her eyes sent Mal’s way, “and look amazing despite the minimal effort on his part. Maybe I’ll go Dior for entry and then we can see about a costume change into something matching?”
“Breaking news, Jack Callahan wears clothes he’s most comfortable in. More at 7.” Mallory couldn’t help the fond smile despite the teasing words about her mentor. “But I love the idea of a costume change into something matching! You’d look so good in that pink dress.”
“Now all we need to do is decide on our entry gowns and we’ll be set!” They had somehow doubled the amount of recreation they needed to beg, borrow, or steal from the costuming team within the last ten seconds. But was there truly that much difference from one gown to two? “You could always go Audrey, too. She had so many iconic outfits in her films.”
With no iconic movie dresses already in their spare-room-turned-wardrobe, Mallory gave up her search and flopped down next to Briony on the chaise. “Maybe we should host a movie themed dinner party so we can wear more dresses.”
Briony rested her head on Mallory’s shoulder with a sigh. “It’s already a struggle to get people to adhere to our themes; we might as well add another layer. Perhaps some of the interns will be more likely to play along.”
“If we get them early enough we can convince them it's part of training,” Mallory decided, tilting her head to rest against Briony’s. “I would've believed it when we were interns.”
“That can’t be ethical,” Briony said with a small measure of alarm, “I don’t want to have to trick them into attending.” The idea of lying was bad enough on its own, and then to add the thought that their guests might not be enjoying themselves? “No, I’m absolutely positive we won’t need to do that. I have a good feeling about this batch.”
“Just not quite as good as our batch, because who could compare to us?” Mallory decided, eyes glancing around the mess of their wardrobe. That was very much a later problem. “We should watch some movies for dress inspiration. I'll make popcorn.”
“I'll start something up for us. If we watch it in the living room, Constance might wander in and watch too.” Briony pushed herself up with her hands on her knees, then reached down to help pull up Mal. “I'm certain she'll be a great help in narrowing down the best options.”
“I would channel Molly Ringwald if I didn’t know I could never out 80s Constance.” She took Briony’s hands to help herself up, one last glance at the mess that was future Mallory’s problem before tugging her friend towards the living and kitchen. “But she’d never steer us wrong, we’ll have the perfect dresses in no time!”
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