knickers

[keep_surviving]

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.”

Comments

[gardienne]

Eponine just gapes.

"We did NOT fuck!" She manages to sputter out, trying her best to seem at least a little bit dignified. "We - we made love. Nice!" In an alleyway, with her hair wrapped round his fist and and a knife held to her throat more often than not.

She blushes again as she thinks back to Montparnasse. "Oh, you are impossible. Here, I come to find a corset and my bloomers at last, and you make that even miserable for me! Just go away so I might try my corset on!"

[keep_surviving]

"Mmhmm. Right. Is this before or after he dumped freezing water on you and screwed you?"

She gets distracted for a moment by a powder blue bra with white lace. "Oh, that's cute."

Diana flaps her hand in the direction of the changing rooms. "Go try them on then, it's not like you have to change in the middle of the store. What, you think I really want to come and peep at you?"

Her nose crinkles in skepticism. "You've got nothing I having seen before."

[gardienne]

She's silent for a minute, trying to think of a witty retort back. But, failing that, she snaps, "Oh, go away! He just liked me to be cold. Is that so bad? Leave me alone. You know nothing."

She eyes Diana suspiciously, and then looks back at the changing room where her corset and bloomers lie abandoned.

"I don't trust that you won't open the door so the Capitol laughs at me."

[keep_surviving]

The skeptical eyebrow has returned for an encore. "If you're cold while you're fucking you're doing it wrong."

A dramatic sigh. "Then don't, Eponine. I really couldn't care less if you try them on or not."

[gardienne]

"No - he likes it - it makes - " She gestures at her breasts, unwilling to voice aloud that the water makes her nipples stick out, and that is what Montparnasse likes.

She stands, undecidedly, in the middle of the floor. But her desire for a corset wins out and she nods at Diana, and goes to the changing room to try and lace her corset on.

[carnagecarnival]

She remembered, he realises. She remembered how all contact made him react, all his sweeps of strife and training making it all the more impossible to simply let no strangers near as that.

He brings his hand up, slow, shaking, unsteady. He brings it just up to his waist, where her hand pulls on his shirt. His fingers hover over hers, enough to be noticed, but no enough to touch, to break the rule of no-contact. And then he drops it.

He hopes it's enough to get her attention, so she'll look up and see when he nods the barest bit, eyes closed. A show of gratitude. Just to give her something more than a whole motherfucking bunch of nothing.

[shenunigans]

"Sounds about right for her." He muses, annoyed that he probably would have said that fondly a few days ago. "Have you seen her around yet?" He quirks a brow when he asks, wondering if Eponine unloaded on her as well.