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16 January 2017 @ 02:51 am
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the big night out


Who knows why, but you're invited! To a formal event. Your prom, maybe? A black tie do? Someone's wedding? Well, that depends on who you are, doesn't it? The most important thing is that it's fancy and you better follow the dress code. Nice suits, great dresses. Do your hair nice, put on your make-up if that tickles your fancy. Just make sure you look the part.

Or crash the joint and ruin the evening. I'm not the boss of you.

This is a simple open post for nothing more than playing out a pretty, fancy night out! Dance the night away, cause a scene. Whatever you like.
 
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kate galloway;: 140[personal profile] dedikated on January 17th, 2017 12:53 am (UTC)
kate.
( Honestly, formal events had always been the best missions at The Agency. For one thing, there's a bar. And snacks. And the threats were often genuine. Which, really, was the best part of it all. A guilt free night of dancing, where a difference was made to the safety of people.

And she always enjoyed dancing. There's something relaxing, different about the movements of a waltz compared to the hectic sprinting and bounding from rooftop to rooftop with which she fills most of her days. All in all, they're far more enjoyable than Kate initially gave them credit for, way back in the day when she was first dragged on assignment to one.

Admittedly, there's a stark difference between those nights and this. Several. Such as the fact that The Agency isn't in any sort of position to continue sending her on such missions, they haven't been for a long time. Or the fact that Kate let herself be talked into a simple blue dress for the occasion (it was probably Faith's doing), out of trousers and standing distinctly still as she sips a glass of wine, as if she's not entirely sure of herself, or how to move in a dress. (It's been just that long, and even now she feels something in the base of her spine twitch to alertness, as though she might just have to spring to action at some point.

Old habits, etc.) And lastly? Well, it's the fact that it's her own hair - shocking pink as it is - piled on top of her head and done up, rather than a wig. No glasses, either. No need to analyse anyone's powers, to identify a threat.

So instead, she drinks, and if someone passes by, she might even offer them a nod of greeting, and a; ) Enjoying yourself?

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Ignis Scientia: Smoked Behemoth[personal profile] cheffeur on January 17th, 2017 05:50 pm (UTC)
[The bright shock of pink is probably the biggest draw of attention-- while dyed hair isn't unheard of or even uncommon, it's not typical to see such vibrant, extreme colours in lavish affairs like this- ones so typically mired in darker neutrals, or any daring attempts of colour kept to an article of clothing or accessory, as opposed to any part of the person's physical self. So of course it's enough to draw attention, causing him to pause while retrieving a drink of his own, the eyes behind those lenses flickering over her as though trying to get a read- and failing.

(And isn't that interesting in and of itself?)

The pause is just long enough her to voice the question, and he meets it with a simple, neutral nod.]

Indeed. The hosts are quite gracious. [Thinly gloved fingers curl easily around the stem of his wine glass, but he doesn't move to take a drink from it just yet.]

And yourself, miss...?
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kate galloway;: ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ[personal profile] dedikated on January 19th, 2017 01:03 am (UTC)
( The hair stays. Really, she could have stopped colouring it years ago, let it fade back to bleach blonde and then to brunette, but old habits dye hard, as the saying almost goes. She's not even sure if she remembers what she looks like with brown hair.

(Partial lie. There's photos, but you don't look the same at 11 as you do at 30. Problems.)

But, more to the point. She gets to keep her hair out because it's Alicia's contacts that got them in this place, because - for once - she doesn't have to blend in. So she doesn't. Wigs get stifling after a while. )

Galloway. ( And punctuated with a toss of her head. She likes a lot about these nights, but the formalities-

Well, she doesn't have to abide by those any more, really. ) Call me Kate. And you're...?
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