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neutral_omensDate: October 31, 1999 - 5:30 pm
Status: Public
Setting: Adam's room
Summary: Everyone puts on their costumes for the party... or else.
Looking into the mirror, Adam made the final adjustments to his costume. He was pleased with the overall effect. It was rather dashing if he did say so himself. The costume was a little snug all over and the tights were odd, but the cape more than made up for these inconveniences. He snorted at the irony of his Superman costume and glanced at the clock. It was 5:30. Everyone had just half an hour to get dressed or he'd play dress up for them...
With a michevous smile and a jaunty toss of his cape, Adam went in search of Wensleydale for part two of the plan.
Status: Public
Setting: Adam's room
Summary: Everyone puts on their costumes for the party... or else.
Looking into the mirror, Adam made the final adjustments to his costume. He was pleased with the overall effect. It was rather dashing if he did say so himself. The costume was a little snug all over and the tights were odd, but the cape more than made up for these inconveniences. He snorted at the irony of his Superman costume and glanced at the clock. It was 5:30. Everyone had just half an hour to get dressed or he'd play dress up for them...
With a michevous smile and a jaunty toss of his cape, Adam went in search of Wensleydale for part two of the plan.
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Date: 2005-12-10 12:47 am (UTC)Sirius opened his eyes when he heard the noise…
The world was somehow fuzzier. Was that… fur? Tentatively he reached his hand to his face. Yes. It was fur.
Lightning couldn’t have been as fast as the leap Sirius took from the bed to the mirror.
As he reached it he nearly fell over in a fit of chuckling. There was indeed fur on his face – in the form of a feline mask, complete with pointed little ears. He found himself in tight black riding breeches, oversized brown leather boots, a puffy shirt, and a black velvet coat. Hanging at his side was a needle-sharp rapier. Somewhere behind him, a rogue tail swished in amusement. On the table sat a musketeer hat with an ostrich plume.
He grabbed it and placed it carefully on his head.
"Puss in ruddy Boots", he mused, "or extremely poufy pirate? Anybody’s guess."
He’d completely forgotten there was to be a party tonight. Adam, it seemed, had not.
"Well," he chuckled to himself, "let’s not keep them waiting."