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Ghouliboo rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 3:52 pm
Status Effects Grinning Cat Boutique: Quote:
1: Anytime you look for someone, you make eye contact and then, when they grin they appear to disappear. It doesn't matter if you need help or not, every time you get close enough the other person disappears. It even seems to affect the companions you entered with. Once you exit this effect ends.
2: You feel like you might be hallucinating. Once you enter the boutique you get the strange sense that nothing is as it seems, heck, nothing even seems real. You keep feeling like you're lost and no matter which way you turn or go, you seem to go in circles.
3: You feel like you're being watched but whenever you turn around there's no one behind you. Sometimes out of the corner of your eye you think you see the wide impression of a grin and the shadow of a cat. But when you blink, there's nothing there.
4: Trying anything on, it's a boutique after all there has to be something, end up leaving you in a very sarcastic or mischievous mood. You're either shooting back with killer zingers or you're trying to see what kind of havoc you can create. It doesn't matter if it's not your usual type of nature, you're almost dying to cause a scene.
Prompt Shopping doesn't really seem like work but there have been reports of various felines coming and going from this trendy boutique and once or twice it's been rumored that the cats populating it have stars on their forehead. It doesn't seem likely, or they'd have been caught but you're looking into it anyway.
If there was anything Priscilla Stratford loved, it was money and power.
Money was of no issue and never had been. She'd been born with a silver spoon in her mouth and had managed to find an equally rich significant other to rely on when it came to being pampered.
Power... power was something completely different, however, because up until now, she'd been forced to deal with the fact she was the subordinate in everything - in her family tree, in her job, in the Negaverse hierarchy. Now -- now - however, she'd finally managed to acquire her own baby Lieutenant.
She was now someone else's boss and it delighted her to no end..
Sheldon Hampton was the unfortunate recipient of such title, so it went without saying that when Prissy decided to take it upon herself to investigate the rumor of Mauvians lurking around a shopping boutique that she would need to investigate. And, of course, that meant bringing dear, handsome Shelly with her to carry her bags to assist her with all of her needs.
"We should get our nails done after this," she chattered aloud, one arm still linked with her subordinate's as they approached the Grinning Cat Boutique. It was quaint -- certainly no Versace -- but she was sure she could probably find something to commemorate the trip by inside of it. "You're okay with manicures, right?"
Her tone implied he'd be given very little choice in the matter.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 4:40 pm
To be clear, Sheldon had joined the negaverse - sold himself to a massive organization with untold connections and opportunities. He had come thousands of miles from his home on a goddamn flying metal deathtrap, nearly vomited himself to death, and - now here he was with his superior shopping. Shopping.Let it be known, he didn't hate Prissy. He really didn't. He was just acutely aware of the irony of his situation, and his friends hadn't let him hear the end of it. (Well, at least one friend. That one especially.) This was what his life was: it was all a matter of how to thrive in it to the best of his ability and the least of his humiliation. "Can I choose my own nail color this time?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2019 11:41 am
"If you must. But pearl pink looks flattering on anyone, trust me."
She waited for him to open the door for her (because what woman was going to open a door for herself if there was a gentleman around to do it for her?) and once it was opened, she made her way inside of it like a princess being announced at a ball. In other words, in a typical Priscilla Stratford fashion.
Upon entering, she could have sworn she saw someone grinning to her side and turned to greet the overzealous employee... only to discover that no one was there.
Hm.
Maybe it was a trick of the light... or something.
Waving her hand, she dismissed the thought and turned to begin browsing through the nearest clothing wrack, skipping over the various blues and greens (because nothing looked better on her than pink, black and white did, in her opinion).
"Have you ever thought about getting a makeover done on yourself, Shelly darling?"
As if to emphasize her point, pink eyes cast a glance in his direction, slowly giving him a head-to-toe once over.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 5:25 pm
"Oh, I trust you, " and sensing that his tone was a little too far down on the sarcasm scale, he thought of a way to sweeten it up, or at least draw attention away from it: talk about her. "But surely no one more than you, am I right?" Sheldon did have manners, at least, but the door was heavier than expected, and he tried not to look like he was struggling with it for he was a gentleMAN. He, on the other hand, kind of shuffled in after her, trying not to look like the door was trying to slam behind him. There wasn't really anything in here for Sheldon, as far as he was concerned - not that nothing was his style, but he didn't know where Priscilla would a) totally ignore him (the ideal), b) mock his fashion sense, or c) take that as an invitation to - That To say that. That thing she said. Sheldon immediately paled, images of himself in overly frilly things with dyed pink poofy hair with bows like a pet poodle dancing in his head. "I, uh - n....o....?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 6:38 am
His compliment succeeded in flattering her, making Priscilla's chin rise even higher as she preened. She'd known this young man was a perfect candidate for her subordinate and he was doing an excellent job of pleasing his superior as far as she was concerned. Even if they hadn't... actually done anything Negaverse related together, aside from this so-called "investigating" into the boutique. Prissy sensed his hesitation as his words fumbled over themselves. Was he nervous about getting styled up? Or maybe he was feeling intimidated, poor thing. She knew she came across a little strong so maybe her nervous little subject was simply reeling from having too much thrown on him at once, rather than look a gift horse in the mouth at the idea of being dressed from head to foot by Priscilla Sophia Constance Stratford herself. "We can worry about that later," she offered, soon using his two empty hands to toss interesting looking garments into. A dress here, blouse there -- most were a little too odd looking for her taste but there were gems found all throughout the store that caught her eye. That same grin, however, continued catching her eye too and Prissy found herself turning to the side several times, thinking she spotted one of the elusive Maus hinted to be at the store. Frustrated after the third or fourth time, she turned back to poor Sheldon, now buried under a pile of clothing. "Do you... are you seeing this?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 7:25 pm
"Yes, sure, uh... later." Hopefully by later she meant 'never', and Sheldon could only pray that flattery kept him out of the fire. God, he could only imagined what she'd do if she got half a chance. Imagine what everyone would say! God, none of them would ever let him live it down. The blackmail. The inevitable cooing from his parents from Mackenzie sent them photos. He'd never be a respectable negaverse officer, never stand a chance. He'd be poodle boy for the rest of his life. Being a bag boy wasn't exactly glamorous, but honestly Sheldon would take that over being a poodle. Or so he thought. He wasn't weak or anything, but trying to keep the entire bundle together and maintain some semblance of agency, like seeing and walking, was getting harder by the minute. And by the time she asked him - "I'm sure it'll look beautiful on you, " because he could only assume she was thrilled about yet another dress, being that all he saw and knew in the moment was pink.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 7:01 am
She huffed, brows furrowing together as her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. " No, not the clothes -- are you seeing the... you know!!!" Her voice lowered itself, not that the attendant near the register was paying them any mind anyhow. "The Mau. I swear I keep seeing one out of the corner of my eye but every time I look, it's gone!" She wasn't going crazy. She simply wasn't -- something or someone was playing a trick on her and Prissy did not appreciate being made a fool of. Rolling her eyes, she grumpily shoved the dress back onto the hanger just in time to see a faint glimpse of the smirk again, this time twirling around to catch it at such a speed that she lost her balance and reached out to grab the poor man and his mountain of clothing for balance, sending them all teetering. " THERE!!"
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