It's time to get serious. About inseams.

[liberatedempath]

Who: Vinnie, Voile
What: Under the guise of contest conversation, Voile has some dastardly motives...
Where: Vinnie's Dormitory - BE-09
When: Feb. 23 — Late Afternoon
Warnings: TBD


She'd put it off for long enough, had she not? In December, Vinnie had finally agreed to act as a model and a poster child for the spring contest and host club she wanted to put together. Spring would be coming soon and she was determined to make something eye-catching and beautiful. Something to appease multiple genres of people, which was certain to be no simple task.

But considering the aftermath of the cupidbots, which likely had more than a few up in arms, perhaps people would merely be interested in something to distract them. And if she gave it her own personal thought, Voile wanted that diversion as well. Her thoughts swam too easily of the past, of decisions made on her part, and on some of what seemed to be...

Well. Perhaps unwise decisions. It was hard to say considering she hadn't hunted down Char to... apologise. Probably. Apologising likely would have been a good idea. ("Sorry I was so bad? I had no idea what I was doing?")

A wicker basket in one hand full of various tape measures and pins, some fabric, needles, and oil pencils, she stopped at Vinnie's door before knocking. There was no time like the present. And it was better to get the ball rolling. She couldn't claim her visit was entirely pure motives. But there was no way Vinnie would ever know it and nothing was better than an unsuspecting victim.