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Who| Diana, and you [open to all]
What| Diana's just browsing.
Where| Cushion Pushin’ Upscale Lingerie (it’s very classy), First floor // FAYZ Freaks Fiesta (Merchandise), Third Floor
When| First Week
Warnings/Notes| It's an arena post with Diana, just, be prepared.

Past the window mannequins dressed in the more conservative pyjamas and nightwear, surrounded by a racks of lace, silk, frills and polka dots, is Diana. Killing time before the next replenishment of food.

Though she's hardly about to strip down and actually try on any of them, especially the corsets, which there's a ridiculous amount of (seriously, they must have come back into fashion hard). It doesn't stop her from looking around.

Because some of these sets are actually pretty damn cute. Like that yellow, white-spotted one.

So she walks around the 3 for 2 bins of knickers, racks of comfortable looking nighties and line after line of bras to pick a few out.

She holds them against her body, scrutinizing herself in the mirror then turning to look up at the ceiling, guessing the camera's location with rather surprising accuracy.

Then she pulls a questioning expression and raises her hand, shaking it in so-so gesture, as if asking the audience for their opinion before nodding or shaking her head, putting it back and browsing again.

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Diana is fully aware that there's merchandise of her (her Azula and Diana shipping shirts are a testament to that) but it doesn't prepare her for the first sighting of FAYZ Freaks Fiesta.

It's terrible. And cheesy. And hilarious so, of course, Diana loves it and is already wearing a 'It's just a FAYZ' shirt.

What baffles her is that what seems to be the focus of FAYZ merchandise is a large collection of snowglobes.

Getting closer, she can see the typical town backdrops in some but others have desert or water. And the confetti inside them all varies in shape and colour.

But something about every single one looks familiar. The little town backdrop isn't any little town. It's a Perdido Beach.

She leans down to get a better look at the plastic souvenirs and sees familiar faces moulded into little figures and placed amongst the scenery.

Sometimes in less than pleasant scenarios, like a little Lana trapped under a truck with a little dog stood beside her.

And there, pressed against the glass in the one closet to her, tiny face twisting in pain for touching the barrier, is a Sam.

Diana shakes her head. “Oh, you cheeky bastards.”

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Diana rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm worried you'll start spitting again since you get so upset whenever I talk louder than a hushed whisper infront of your sensitive ears."

"But if you insist." She opens her smirking mouth. "Hah. Hah."

Her brows raise high. "You mean this?" Diana dangles the bra infront of her. "Really? This? It's a bra. You know, for holding your tits in place so they don't hang and bounce and generally get in the way or hurt when you move around too much?"

"I know some girls can get away without wearing them but I'm sorry to say trying to run with these things-" She gestures to her own chest. "-would hurt like hell if I don't support them."

Diana's in the middle of holding a pink dotted bra to her chest and inspecting herself in a mirror when Dave interrupts her.

She recognizes that face. Well, part of that face. She remembers it being attached to Eponine's while on a bouncy castle.

But she doesn't mention it, yet. Instead she smirks and winks.

"It's not stealing if no one else owns it anymore."

To his credit, Dave's cheeks only heat the slightest bit when he realises what she's doing. It's kind of hard not to flick his eyes down and look quickly before raising them to her face, only to see her wink. Damn.

He isn't precisely in a flirting mood, what with feeling bad about Eponine, so he lets it roll past him as best he can. "Well, the customer service is awful anyway. I can't blame you." He huffs out an amused laugh and turns to reach for the first bra he can, rolling his eyes as he holds it to his chest. "Where else am I meant to get my girls fitted?" Being an overwhelming nerd is always a sure fire way to feel more comfortable.

She makes a soft noise of amusement at his attempts at jokes, putting the bra back in place and running her finger across some silken knickers.

"Well, if you're looking for something to lift and spread I'd try on the left." She catches her bottom lip between her teeth playfully, still smirking. "Sorry, lift and 'separate'."

And then she continues browsing as if that hadn't happened.

Edited 2014-08-27 23:01 (UTC)

The more this progresses, the less standoffish Dave feels. He wants to keep the allure of cool up for as long as possible, but he's in a lingerie store with a girl who is both pretty attractive and kind of a flirt. Which sucks, because he's kind of a flirt too. He knows the cameras are into things like this, but he feels guilty even thinking up snappy come backs that would play into the moment well.

"I'm sure this store has seen a lot of those positions." He says it in a coolly observant tone, without any flirty implications. He thinks.

"I haven't seen you around before." Which is a roundabout way of trying to get her name. "But I guess they like to keep us busy here."

Meg looked at them and then looked to the other woman. "That's a good point, they do just kinda go everywhere, don't they? And when you're trying to shoot someone, they can really mess with your aim and reaction time!"

This was a very serious conversation she felt she was having. She hadn't thought about it before, but something like that would be really useful. Jo had always worn something sort of binding to keep her chest from hurting when she was running, but Jo also had a smaller chest than Meg and wore that thing like a shirt, so she hadn't payed much attention to it.

"Huh...maybe I'll get one. Thanks." She was a hundred percent sincere in that gratitude.

She doesn't even bother turning to look at him as he speaks, turning her focus to nightwear instead.

"Oh, well, I've seen you."

She picks up and scrutinizes 3 more garments before finishing her sentence, looking at him once again, eyes twinkling playfully between dark lashes.

"On the bouncy castle."

Diana isn't really sure what to make of that first sentence. Mainly because what kind of person lives in a reality where guns are a thing but bras aren't?

"Oh, yeh. It's a total bummer." Way to be subtle in your sarcasm, Diana.

She waves to one of the racks on her right. "No problem. I'd check those out. Sports bras. More hold."

When she fixes her attention on something else, he tries to as well. It's almost as difficult to focus on what he's surrounded by as it is to actually focus on the conversation.

"Yeah?" He raises a brow, but he isn't too surprised that she might have seen him around. However, when she drops the magic word it's pretty much impossible not to look a little, well, incredibly flustered. My god, Dave. Play it cool.

"Huh. How about that." He tries to shrug it off. "See anything interesting?"

Even as an avox, there are some things what draw. Glitter and shine and shimmer are things he has always found appreciation for. He tells himself now, as he enters the store, that it's not because he's choosing such things for himself of will he ain't supposed to have, but because where there's glitter, there's often a mess.

He finds Diana instead, and he hears her voice reach him, making him go stiff and still right there in the entry. He doesn't know if she's noticed but in case she does, he tries to keep his head down.

It's incredible how much a seven foot tall troll with horns can make himself become a non-presence when he so tries.

"Well, that depends on what you call interesting."

Now she seems focused on the silk slip ons, as if the conversation isn't quite enough to hold her interest.

"See, most people would say making out with someone is pretty interesting but I don't see how. Especially when there's no tongue. It's like gossiping about a glorified peck."

How she knew about that was up to Dave to speculate.

"Really it's the preference for exhibitionism that's got me intrigued."

It doesn't take too long for Diana to do one of her frequent pauses to check she's not being snuck up on. This is actually thanks to their mentors continuous attempts to drill arena techniques into Diana.

It's then that she spots The Initiate.

"Frayza." She greets him, smiling, unaware of his current state. "I haven't heard about you since Zula was stomping around complaining you'd been arrested."

Azula had been complaining about his arrest? Good. He hopes it was sufficiently disparaging. The worse he sounded by her the better, it would dissociate the rest of District 5 from being blown out and smeared to wall paint.

The call of the old nickname has him pull himself straighter, just to show he is in fact listening. But he doesn't look at her and he doesn't smile back.

His hair is cropped short, exposing the ears what have been shredded up un the undersides, both all indigo bloodied and scabbed over, but only the torn remains of what may have been a fin on one of them. His cheeks are strangely hollow and his eyes more so.

She'd started making her way towards him. "Honestly, she'll be giving you a real earful when we get out of this. She likes you, you know? Probably because you actually have a chance of winning at some point-"

Her eyes widen as she gets a good look at him, stopping short in her approach. "Woah. You look like shit."

There's no way less than a week of arena did that to him. In the back of her head she remembers the state of Eponine after being caught trying to break someone out. Looks like the treatment was rough to everyone.

Shit. No. She shouldn't be as said to like him, maybe past tense but... oh, okay, just for the win. That wasn't so bad. District five might still me fine.

He accepts her observation, simple note. It's kind of funny, in a distant sense. There were some what would say he's exactly as he ought to look, cut down and cut up. Technically, he's been made clean by them, purified and better. But all still, this remains a state unnatural, enough others are being to notice.

He breathes deep, the air whistling though his teeth and shuddering on its way out. He remains attentive, head lifting just a little. Just enough he can see, without making eye contact, she's fine, she stayed out and away from the harsh noise.

His silence makes her uncomfortable. Tense.

She shifts her weight, hoping that will somehow lift the turning in her stomach.

She can't look away from the sorry figure infront of her. She's seen deterioration in people before. The worst kind. In alot of people. In kids. She should be used to it. But this sudden switch is disorientating.

It's not natural. They might not talk often but even she knows it's not in him to be silent.

"You're being pretty quiet, Frayza."

She ain't realised yet. Or maybe she ain't want to. He can only do what he's being asked to but he can't just leave her all like to knowing nil and naught. It feels obligational of sorts to explain, somehow, with making means to actually answer.

The faster she figures it all out the faster he'll be able to work for her. He racks his thinkpan hard for something simple enough not to get him in trouble.

Carefully, he brings the arms at his sides to fold behind his back, bowing his head just the slightest back down again, a closing of the eyes. A gesture of subservience. A sign that says 'I am here to serve and no more than that'.

A long pause.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, her turning stomach trying to stop her mouth running away, as it does.

It can't stop it though.

"You can't say anything, can you?"

He breathes deep again, tries to draw up the strength for effort, of trying to communicate and answer when everything his mind and body screams that he can't, he's not allowed. It brings a pain. It's hard enough to hurt physically, the ghost of sensations done on him in a state of pan-warping.

He manages one single shake of his head. It could easily be a shudder. It's followed by a real one.

No, he can't say nothing.

"Because you say stupid things. ALWAYS you laugh at me! I hate that! And always I tell you that." She shakes her head.

"You are like my 'Parnasse. He is happy when he makes me cry. I should like to knock your teeth out sometimes."

"Right, that." He retorts curtly, suddenly all the more awkward and it's obvious. Maybe if he hadn't just stepped in from an argument with Eponine it'd be water off a duck's back, but right now he feels pretty dumb.

"I'd call it spontaneity more than anything. Some of us forget that we're on the season of Big Brother where they started making desperate scrapes for ratings." He shrugs. Hahaha, no big deal, right? "Do you know her or something? Otherwise this got really weird."

Great.

She doesn't know what to do or say. Her defense is usually to joke or tease but not this time.

She reaches out a hand hesitatingly but she doesn't think he'll let her touch him and even if he does she isn't sure what to do once that happens.

So her fingers drop and catch on the hem of his shirt.

"I laugh at everyone. Get over it."

An eyeroll. Again, Diana doesn't seem to take threats from Eponine seriously at all. "I'm sure you would."

"And please, you've told me about 'Parnasse-Pops'. Don't compare me to your sadistic ex." She snorts a little as an amusing thought crosses her mind. "Unless you want to imagine fucking me like you did with him, in that case be my guest, you're not the first."

Honestly, Eponine takes herself way too seriously. Which is far too hilarious in its own right.

"Yeh, we know each other. She's hilarious. But she hates that I think she is. We have a hot and cold relationship." Diana's already smirking with amusement as she says that, pretty dimples forming in her cheeks.

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dont you like dianas lovely boobies dave?

of course he does

they so pretty!

just like dave's

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sorry this took so long

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