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.”

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[gardienne]

Who else would be in an underwear shop but Eponine?

This might be the middle of the arena, where she's supposed to be fighting to the death, but Eponine would rather ignore that. She lugs a carrier bag with her, filled with dolls of herself and Eva and Howard and Orc and Ian and Parker and Mona and Sigma. But the dolls are disregarded in the face of proper corsets - oh, and bloomers! Corset and bloomers at last!

From the changing rooms comes the sound of laughter as Eponine attempts to lace herself into the corset she's chosen. But even over her laughter, she hears footsteps, and she calls out, trying to sound threatening,

"Who's there? Get out, or I will kill you! I have a weapon!" She has her ice skates, and a half laced corset. She's not coming out if she can help it.

[keep_surviving]

Diana pauses for the briefest moment in her browsing before a tiny smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth and she continues, picking up a rather nice blue set.

"Kill me with what, Eps? Exposed nipples? I think I can handle that."

Apparently Diana is just never going to find Eponine threatening ever again.

[gardienne]

"Exposed nip- GOD! DIANA!" Eponine yells from inside the changing room. She's ripping off the bloomers and sliding out of the corset and dragging on her dress as fast as she possibly can, lest Diana bang her door open.

"Always you are so crude. GO AWAY!"

[keep_surviving]

"Aww, you don't mean that Eps." She calls playfully as she tosses the blue bra and knickers into the basket she's carrying with her. Which is mostly full of underwear because not being able to change your pants in the arena is the worst. Yuck.

"You love me really."

[gardienne]

"Eponine, if you please!" Eponine hastily drags her dress on, and opens the door, clutching the hangers from the underwear, and pointing them at Diana.

"I do not love you. My love is dead. And you know it."

[keep_surviving]

"Why are you so against nicknames, babydoll?"

It's very hard not to react to the mess that is Eponine's face right now and for a moment Diana wonders if the Capitol have deliberately made it easy to get infected so she'll have a slow death in the arena. This gives Diana a brief pang of sympathy for the other girl. Eponine really is pitiful, it's almost unreal.

Then Diana pulls a face of suppressed laughter and she has to turn her head and hide her mouth behind her hand for a moment. That whole line was just too dramatic not too be funny.

"Right. Of course. So sorry."

[gardienne]

"STOP LAUGHING!" Eponine launches herself at Diana, trying to use a hanger to poke her eyes.
"I am SICK of you laughing at me. I shan't have it any more!"

[keep_surviving]

Diana's brows raise at the outburst.

It's a good thing there's a good distance and number of clothing racks between them. Diana uses it to her advantage, being sure to keep at least one rack between her and Eponine.

"Seriously, Eponine, will you just calm down?"

[gardienne]

"YOU LAUGH AT ME!" Eponine peers through the clothing racks at Diana, pushing bras out of the way so she can see better.

"I am so fed up that all you do is laugh at me. About everything I do - always you make the fun of me. It is not fair."

[keep_surviving]

"You do understand I do the same thing to everybody, right?"

Diana shakes her head and starts gesturing lazily with her hand as if trying to explain something. "If feel like you've totally not grasped exactly how I socialize with people."

[gardienne]

"Worse than I, I should think." Eponine spits back. "I don't want you to laugh at me. I want you to just talk at me."

[keep_surviving]

Diana's nose is wrinkled in disgust. "Seriously, would you stop spitting? For someone who whines at me for being horrible and not like a lady you sure like to leave your mark on everything."

She plucks a green bra set off a rack and drops it in her basket. Eponine is a threatening person, really.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about, Eponine?"

[gardienne]

Eponine purses her lips, willing herself not to just open her mouth and retort. She's had enough of getting herself into trouble over not thinking. But Diana's question catches her off guard. She hadn't actually expected Diana to want to talk.

"I..." She hesitates. "Why did you say all that about Charles? On the video? Why did you make it so?"

[keep_surviving]

Diana's eyes move upwards and to the side as she searches her memory for the conversation.

She knew that she'd told Eponine outright that she'd not really loved Orc and not to pretend she had on the announcement of his death. But she couldn't recall saying much about Orc in particular.

"All what?"

[gardienne]

"That I didn't love him? Why did you tell everybody so? Why did you lie? To make me look bad? I know you loved Orc. Were you trying to prove that you were better than me?"

Eponine drops her hanger, and starts to make her way around the clothing rack.

"You are. You would have been better for him than I."

[keep_surviving]

"Me lie? Oh, come on, Eponine, stop it. You didn't love, Orc. You told me yourself." She shaking her head. "It wasn't about making you look bad it was about you telling the truth about it now the poor guys dead. Not really fair to keep on lying now he's gone, is it?"

Now Diana looks frustrated.

"Okay, seriously, Eponine, what is your obsession with trying to put me and Orc together?"

[gardienne]

"Does that not make it worse? That he died to save a girl who did not love him? I don't want people to hate me more for that. They will say I have done it on purpose."

She chews on her lip. "You're like me. But you're prettier. And Orc, he did like you, at least a little. Truly, no?"

[keep_surviving]

"It's not like you have to go around announcing you didn't love him either. Yeh, it's sad that he's gone but he wasn't totally oblivious. He knew it too, you know."

She shrugs. "I never asked him. Probably." Most boys found her attractive in some shape of form, yeah. "But that doesn't mean anything, does it? He's not the first. And I didn't want him."

[gardienne]

"He knew I didn't love him? What did he say?" Eponine's crest fallen. She thought she'd hidden it from Orc at least. "And he still he died for me?" She sighs. "Neither of us deserve such a good boy, you know?"

[keep_surviving]

"Well, he's kind of like that. Not a hero but he likes... Liked to feel useful."

"Mmm." Diana decided not to say much more than that. She didn't need more spittle flying at her.

[gardienne]

"He would be more useful alive." Eponine grumbles. She sighs. "Oh, so now you are quiet! Haha - I know now how to shut you up!"

[keep_surviving]

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."

[gardienne]

"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."

[keep_surviving]

"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.

[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!"