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A new temporary co-op shop called the Boo-tique has opened up for the holiday season. Folks from all around the city are selling neat odds and ends to celebrate the spooktacular parties and events to come at the end of the month. While you’re trying on one of the many costumes for sale, you leave the dressing room and find yourself engulfed in a world associated with whatever costume you put on. You can't go far--only a few feet in any direction, as if you hit an invisible wall. There is no person there, no animals, but a very vivid sight. After a few moments, you blink once and it's all gone--you've returned to the mothball-smelling, dusty dressing room you’d originally entered. The costume you’d put on has no price tag and if you approach a staff member to purchase or question it, they take it away and apologize -- it shouldn’t have been out on the floor to begin with. What… exactly happened?
Harmony had only just returned home from Europe to visit her mother who, of course, had been begging her to come back for months. She wasn't going to be here long, just a week or two, but enough to catch Halloween. She'd been invited to a party by some old college friends and was eager to go, but all of her costumes were still packed up in storage. She couldn't use any of those, but, fortunately, she found a little shop that still looked packed, despite the last minute shopping. She wanted to look nice, but didn't want to do any of the typical costumes girls her age liked. Instead, she took her time looking for the perfect thing.
A-ha!
Her eyes settled on a dress hanging on the rack that looked like it was out of the film Labyrinth. It was very over the top and totally 80's style with diaphanous fabric panels and a large skirt. She gasped in surprise and delight, immediately taking the costume to the dressing room so she could put it on. It fit like a dream, coming in at the waist and flowing out over her frame to barely touch the floor. With a mask, like in the film, and the right hairstyle she could almost pass for Sarah.
Delighted, she raced out of the room to ask about a price when she noticed she wasn't in the dressing room anymore. In fact, she didn't even seem to be in Destiny City. Now, she was no stranger to weird things happening to her here. She'd been kidnapped into space, hurt by people in costume, hunted by a greyscale version of herself, and had more close encounters than she cared to admit. Finding herself alone in a ballroom was the least of her worries. The more she looked, the more she realized it was like the one in the film, only she was alone. David Bowie wasn't exactly alive so it wasn't like he was coming out to dance with her. Still, it was kind of...cool.
She took a few steps forward and ran into an invisible barrier to the rest of the room. Frowning, she tried another direction and came across the same problem - being unable to progress. She pressed a hand and though she didn't see anything it was there, plain as day, keeping her from exploring this little world. Sighing, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, wondering what sort of trouble she'd gotten herself into simply by costume shopping.
When she opened them she was leaning against the mirror in her dressing room and it took a moment to reorient herself. Did that really just happen or was she imagining? Jet lag could do that to a person...
It didn't take long to get back into her street clothes and she took the costume to the counter to ask about pricing when the woman snatched the garment from her hands saying that the costume was part of her "private collection" and was not meant to be available to customers. She shook her head and muttered, walking away before Harmony could ask any questions leaving her questioning by the cash register.
Rather than take a chance she went to find a more main stream costume store. Chance taking was for anywhere else but Destiny City.
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