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WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WARNING/NOTES| None atm. Please tag in your subject lines if anything comes up.

The Capitol had been winding up to this for weeks. More and more extravagant decorations had begun to appear all over the city. Gruesome alleys dripping with gore, houses transformed into creaking, ancient cobweb covered dwellings, flickering ghosts haunting windows and doorways. The citizens themselves had becomes more and more extravagant as the days crept closer, dripping in glitters spiderwebs, hair teased to coil around pumpkins and crows, and decked out in meticulous costumes, often celebrating past victors, and even current tributes.

The ball at the Tribute Training Center wasn't anywhere near the only party that night, but it was the most extravagant, and the most sought after. The decorations had gone towards the classic (perhaps the goverment realizing other areas might move too close to home.) The building had been transformed into a spooky, ancient looking mansion, over taken by spiders and lit with flickering candles everywhere. The tables were spread with unimaginable heaping of treats, from grotesqueness mock organs to sparkling jewel colored sugar covered candies. Avoxs move about, for once literally ghosts, covered in their own shrouds of spider webs and sheer gauze, holding plates of smoking drinks.

Attendance for the Tributes was mandatory. As were costumes. And oh boy did their stylists go all out for this one. It was a parade and a party all rolled into ones and they weren't going to slack on that.

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Momoko sniffed, watching Charlotte work with a sense of optimism that was absolutely bewildering to her. "You really think you can do something?" she asked, not so much hope in her voice as amazement that someone could so easily ignore the state of things.

"How much modesty do you care about keeping, darling?"

Because she could maybe do something with this shirt, but the overalls? Had to go.

"What?" Momoko hunched in around herself protectively. "What modesty do I have left to give?" she protested.

"Well. What if we...ripped this up? Made you a little top, and a skirt?"

It would look strange but...really, less strange than this.

A part of Momoko rebelled at the thought, but really, which was worse? Overalls or showing a little skin? "I don't think they'd like that," she said absently, meaning the Stylists. Of course, she could really care less what they wanted, so she shrugged, endeavoring to look more sure of herself than she was. "Okay, if you think you can make it work."

Lottie fusses for a moment, tugging here, pulling here. Stripping Momoko down to the bare bones and considering things hard. Think to what would Tiana do.

After a few trial and errors, she has made something decent enough.

"How is that?"

That was ... a lot of skin. Momoko stared at herself in the mirror, resisting the urge to pull it down any more at risk of, well, pulling it down too much. It felt secure enough, so she didn't think she'd be giving a free show if she sneezed but...

"It's a lot of skin," she said, doubtfully. "It's...better though." She frowned, turning to Charlotte. "Is it...cute?"

It was a lot of skin. A little scandalous.

But also, cute.

"Actually, it's pretty cute."

"Really?" Momoko smoothed a hand down the shirt, very, very carefully, and turned back to the mirror. She smiled slightly, quick and small, then forced the smile away. It was pathetic, to be happy about such a small thing. "Well. It is better. Thank you."

"Well, then. Let's go party!"

Lottie clapped her hands, happily, before offering Momoko her arm.

((Good end?))

Momoko hesitated, thinking longingly of staying in the bathroom, then linked her arm with Charlotte's. It wouldn't have been allowed anyway. "Let's go," she agreed. For once she could afford to be cautiously optimistic.

((good end!))