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.

[keeplivingkeepfighting]

She could just hear Jo's voice in her head: how there were better things to do than shop, but a girl's best friend was a cute pair of underwear; it was the key to confidence! So here she was, perusing a store the likes of which weren't found in her home. There were countless options and each more cute than the last, it was entrancing.

She was so distracted that she almost didn't notice the other person in the store. She darted behind one of the mannequins and spied on the woman from what she perceived to be a safe distance. She was attractive and seemed to be modeling some of the things she'd picked up, which just left Meg staring.

At least until she picked up some kind of thing and held it to her chest. She'd never seen anything like that before....what the hell? In all her confusion, she quite literally forgot she was supposed to be hiding.

She stepped out from behind her cover and pointed accusingly at the weird round lacy thing the other woman had. "What in the hell is that thing?"

bras because let's make this awkward

[shenunigans]

Once everything with Eponine had been said and done, Dave had been quick to run from the situation. It isn't out of fear or sadness, mostly a desire to stop himself from making it worse. He doesn't like to lash out, even if he can have a temper. He has people to find and things to do, he'll do better when he can focus on something else.

He crinkles his nose at the lingerie store when he first sees it, but he knows at least a few people he'd like to see who would be up and in there in a heartbeat. He steps in, looking as disinterested as he can in the lingerie, tensing when he notices someone in there.

"Now's as good a time as any to get a five finger discount, huh?" He quirks a brow, red eyes trained on the girl as if he's not sure whether he can trust her.

[carnagecarnival]

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.