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closed 🌠 tifa's slumber party

Who: Tifa, Ori, Beatrix, Susato, and Kainé
Which: Closed log
Where: Ori's house
What: Tifa's bachelorette slumber party! it's gonna be way cuter than eustace's stupid party boys are stinky xo
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, hot goss

On the very same evening that Eustace and… quite a group of men have departed on a camping trip, Oriphi has invited Tifa, Beatrix, Susato, and Kainé to her home for Tifa’s respective “bachelorette party.” It has taken quite a bit of research and discussion between Trahearne and Ori as to how exactly these things go; while Trahearne isn’t familiar with these sorts of customs, on Ori’s part it’s more of a lack of exposure to them. She’s only ever been part of one wedding her entire life, and it wasn’t quite like this. There were two bachelors, for one…

In any case, Ori and Diluc’s home is, predictably, very cozy and full of plants. There are various balloons and other such party decorations peppered throughout the house, but most of the activity will be taking place in the large common area. Once everyone has arrived, they begin the festivities with a nice, warm dinner and wine before they get around to the rest of their night!

On the dining table, Ori has set up a floral arrangement station on the large dining table for them to put together both their and Tifa’s bouquets and the other floral decorations needed for the wedding (to be kept fresh with the help of dreamotion) and various crafting supplies for any other little touches and decorations they might want to make for the ceremony or reception.

The coffee table in front of their couch, meanwhile, boasts a wide spread of desserts and cocktails, including macarons and banana boats. Their drinks for the evening are a specialty starry night cocktail which Diluc helped her create; and if they look closely, they would see little dreamotion stars twinkling in the liquid.

There are also created homemade spa treatments like face masks, lotions, and the like should any of them feel like some well-deserved self-care. Their light blue bridesmaid dresses hang nearby, ready for them to try on and have fun with before they’re properly worn for the ceremony, along with Tifa’s wedding dress! And finally, there are lots of pillows and cushions and blankets and bedrolls for each of them for when it's time to fall asleep, and the fireplace is going with a nice, cozy fire.

The evening is, for the most part, loose and entirely up to them, but what matters most is celebrating Tifa and her upcoming nuptials by having quality girl time!

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[How did she exactly get herself into this? It's a silly question as she already knows the answer to that. In a way, it's heartening, that she can be a part of something like this. It's the first time she's ever been to one and she has no idea what the protocol is. It's not as though she's a wealth of people she can ask of it either, and in the end, Beatrix arrives and attends about as clueless over this as she is most other things involving anything beyond the bare minimum of 'I do.'

She's practically glued to the cocktails, though they're a touch sweet for her very bitter tastes, and it still seems like the best way to help her get through things without saying the wrong thing. She's brought her various accoutrements, though travels very simply, it seems and stashes it all neatly away in a corner where [hopefully] it'll remain undisturbed.

She spends a significant amount of time examining the dresses, the floral decor, and the food. It's an oddly comfortable experience, though not the kind she's ever pictured herself being a part of.]

[ Beatrix has research hangouts and, possibly, romance novels to thank for this whole thing; it’s not as if Ori really knows what these things are supposed to be like, either. Blessedly, none of the raunchier parts of this supposed tradition have made it into tonight’s festivities, with Ori’s main takeaway from all of the “research” having been “just have a nice, lovely time with the bride and her closest lady friends.” And that is exactly what she is going to make sure happens.

Having shared wine with Beatrix on quite a few occasions by now, Ori realizes that the cocktails may not be quite her style… But it’s times like these when it’s really quite convenient to be living with a professional wine-maker, so at some point into the evening, the tiefling approaches the General as she’s regarding the dresses with an already-uncorked bottle of wine and a fresh, new glass. ]

Oh… I was going to ask if you’d like to try this wine, but now I’m wondering if you’d like to try on your dress, too!

[Did Oriphi just say wine—

Beatrix just about starts when the tiefling addresses her. Wherever her thoughts have wandered to has evidently been somewhere very deep, which is not exactly a surprise when it comes to her. She looks over to Oriphi and for a moment, exchanges her gaze between uncorked bottle of wine and the dress.

It's not hard to figure out which one she's more comfortable with.]

I get the feeling you are the one who would be more interested in seeing me in my dress. I suppose I should try it on. Just to make certain that it fits.

[...Because she understands that some of the members of the bridal party may have some tricky assets to work with.]

[ Oh, Beatrix would absolutely rather have the wine than put the dress on… Which is why Ori will slowly put both bottle and glass alike down onto the nearest surface, somewhere away from the dresses lest they have some kind of mishap. ]

That’s not true, I’m sure everyone here wants to see you in the dress! In fact, I think we should all make sure they fit.

[ A beat, as she blinks with a thoughtful expression. ]

On that note, I should probably try mine on, too…

[ Her tail swishes back and forth, as if to punctuate that particular musing. ]

…I suppose.

[Oriphi’s probably not wrong. Beatrix so rarely wears anything but her normal wear that anyone who knows her would probably double take at her in anything outside of the duster ensemble. She hasn’t been thrilled about the dress thing from the beginning, but for the sake of the occasion, she is begrudgingly willing to put that aside.]

Are you implying that none of us have tried any of this on? The wedding is going to be soon. This outfitting should have happened much sooner. Make certain that everyone tries theirs and ensures the fits are appropriate.

[Says Beatrix, clearly a bridezilla in training.]

[ Lips draw into a thin, uneasy line at Beatrix’s remarks, both because she’s right but also because she’s not quite expecting her to sound a bit… Demanding? And yet, Ori knows that it comes from a place of care, that it’s Beatrix’s way of expressing how invested she is in ensuring things go smoothly for Tifa and Eustace’s big day. ]

Ah—! I know that measurements were taken, but like I said… We should make sure, yes?

[ Gingerly, she reaches up to grab the hanger on which Beatrix’s dress hangs. ]

You can use our bedroom or the bath to change! I’ll try mine on, too!

[After a breath, Beatrix realises just how hard she’s sounded. It’s not her wedding. Gently pinching the bridge of her nose, she looses a breath. It’s all coming from a good place. A shame she’s not better at expressing that. Or maybe she should just stop trying to be herself.]

Well, you ought to take your bedroom. I will make use of your bath. We can meet back here. And if we are satisfied, then we can have wine.

[Clearly a reward for a job well done. Beatrix tilts her head thoughtfully and she reaches over to take the hanger and her dress from Oriphi.]

Does that sound agreeable to you?

[ With her lips now pulling into a smile, the dress is handed off with ease. That's better. She won't dwell on Beatrix's little moment, knowing that she's likely just a bit stressed; and she suspects that they all are, in their own ways. This wedding is no small event for many reasons, and they all just want to make sure it goes off perfectly. There's nothing wrong with that. ]

That sounds perfect to me, Beatrix. A wonderful idea!

[ She'll go ahead and take her dress off of the wall, too, before ushering Beatrix towards the bath. ]

It's just behind this door. The bedroom is just a bit further down the hall. Just let me know if you need any assistance, okay?

[Beatrix doesn’t need the hint. Into the bath she goes and left to her own devices, she spends more time than she should, eyeing the dress that’s been picked out for her. It’s beautiful. Maybe a little too beautiful for someone like her. Elegant. Beatrix has always favoured her own apparel. It’s what she’s most comfortable in.

She can’t very well wear it at a wedding, though. And she’s going to have to go out in public in it, too. At least at the masquerade and the flower festival, she was able to hide herself away. Part of being in the bridal party means people actually looking at her. Although honestly, during the ceremony, it’ll be fine because all of the eyes will be on Tifa and Eustace.

At least that’s where they ought to be.

It’s a careful, painstaking time she takes to change her apparel, trying to make sure it sits properly in all of the right places. That it settles over shoulders comfortably. That it doesn’t pinch too tightly at the waist. As she’s adjusting her hair, she lifts a hand to trace the eyepatch that ever carefully crosses her face. She can’t wear that either, she supposes. With a heavy weight settled atop her shoulders, she carefully removes it, choosing to hide that half of her face beneath her hair.

It will have to do.

Carefully folding her duster and associated over her arm, she eventually places it where she left her boots and her sword before she goes to track down Oriphi at her shared bedroom with Diluc.]

Are you ready yet? I want to take a look.

[ In much the same way, Ori too feels as if this dress might be too beautiful for someone like her. It's absolutely lovely in a way that she would never associate with herself, the fabric adorned by little speckles that sparkle and shine in a way she can only hope to emulate for others. Starlight, Diluc calls her, but there are days when she doesn't feel deserving of such a endearing name.

But also in much the same way, she can tuck those insecurities away for Eustace and Tifa's sake. How she feels about wearing a dress that's too fancy and nice for her doesn't hold a candle to their love for one another.

Ori is careful, upon putting this dress on, to make sure that her more uncommon features don't interfere with it. She finds a small slit for her tail to go through, and manages to get through that without issue. However...

Beatrix's voice carries through from the other side of their bedroom door. ]

The door isn't locked, you can come in! I need a bit of help, actually...!

[ It's difficult for her to make sense of the ribbons that fasten the dress in the back. Whenever Beatrix comes in, she would find the tiefling with the dress essentially half-on, with her back bared and a rather sightly scar traversing diagonally from a shoulder blade to her waist, flanked by other similar marks. ]

[She waits very specifically until she hears Oriphi's voice before she carefully gives the bedroom door a push and then peeks in. What she sees looks... Well. Wouldn't be the first time she'd seen women have trouble getting into dresses. Given that so much of Gaian feminine wear seems to involve corsetry of some kind, it's not a surprising discovery.

Carefully showing herself in, she closes the door after herself.]

I can do that.

[Tipping her head to the side, she gives Oriphi a look from the back. She can't tell well enough how it might look on her, but Ori seems pretty in anything, so the bridesmaid dress is likely no different. She may only have one eye, but Beatrix oft says that she is not blind. As such, she doesn't miss the skin touched by circumstance. Careful not to trace it or do anything else similar to, she focuses on the ribbons, starting at the bottom to fasten them.]

Tell me if it is too tight.

[ With a nod of thanks, Ori dutifully stays still for Beatrix to be able to lace and fasten the ribbons at the back of her dress. Slowly but surely, the dress starts to fit more snugly around her body, and Ori is careful to try and guide the fabric to sit in what she thinks are the right ways.

…It really is such a lovely, pretty dress.

She draws in a deep breath and exhales, and finds herself able to do so with ease. As such, she shakes her head at Beatrix’s inquiry. ]

No, I think it’s just right, Beatrix. Thank you for the help!

[ She peers over her shoulder in earnest, then. ]

Wow! You look gorgeous, Beatrix. This dress suits you so well…

[Beatrix understands it’s not just about ribbons and laces. It never has been. It’s an odd feeling, to be helping Oriphi into something like it. Makes her think of days and occasions with Garnet. Definitely not the first time she’s been in this situation.]

It was nothing.

[It’s meant to be a reassurance, but Beatrix realises she appreciates it more than she’s letting on. The moment something binds her to home, she finds stability and comfort. It gives her one less thing to be concerned about. When Oriphi gives her a look over the shoulder, Beatrix straightens her posture.]

Does it. I have never been much for dresses or gowns. Such things tend to be more fitting for Alexandrian nobility.

[ With her dress properly laced, and Beatrix straightenin in her posture, Ori takes the liberty of turning to fully face the other woman. The tiefling’s hands find themselves reaching over and gingerly tracing the fabric draping artfully over Beatrix’s shoulders. ]

This part of it reminds me of a cloak or cape a bit, which I think suits you. It feels quite… commanding?

[ She’s never really had to describe the vibes of a dress before. She might not have the right vocabulary for this. ]

You deserve to feel beautiful too, you know.

[When Oriphi reaches for her, Beatrix falls perfectly still, humouring her tiefling companion, though she suspects it’s as much for practical reasoning. Beatrix doesn’t wear dresses, doesn’t seem intent on making that a common happenstance, and it would make sense that she doesn’t necessarily know how they ought to fit or fall on her in particular.]

Commanding. That is not the word I would have applied to a dress, though my perception is likely quite different from many.

[She can’t really think of any in military, even those who came before her, who wore dresses or anything like that.

”You deserve to feel beautiful too, you know.”

Beatrix raises an eyebrow. Just where is that coming from? Why is it even important? It’s not, really. How she looks isn’t really important in any spectrum of things.]

I do not think how I feel about my appearance matters much. I hardly have an interest in appearing beautiful or ugly or anything in between. How I look does not affect what I do or how I carry myself. Although, naturally, I do not share that opinion when I am looking at you, or Tifa, or the others.

[ With a glance up, she offers Beatrix a small, bittersweet smile before she looks down at the dress again. She’s always admired the other woman’s confidence. Sadly, she’s lived the sort of life that has taught her to be careful about her own appearance. It hadn’t been all too long ago that she found herself in a land with very few tieflings, found herself being called a freak by someone who had been wearing the face of someone she loves quite dearly…

Her brows have knit together, but soon enough she shakes her head, as if to dispel those rather morose thoughts. ]

So you are beautiful without even thinking about it! That’s the best kind, I think. Ehe…

[ It’s then that she notices. ]

Ah, did you… Are you not wearing your eyepatch, Beatrix?

[That is not how she would put it. But then, she would not describe herself as ‘beautiful’ either.

When Oriphi makes mention of her eyepatch, pointedly, Beatrix shifts the way she stands. If she were in public, she wouldn’t even respond. There are few subjects that she has found taboo to discuss.]

It did not seem appropriate to wear with this outfit. I suppose if it is necessary, I will have something fashioned to match.

[Although she also does not mind simply wearing her hair in such a way to substitute the need for one. Beatrix can imagine, however, that without her eyepatch, she must look remarkably more approachable.]

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closed 🌠 tifa's slumber party

+1 General Starter (Get it. Because she's a general, too. This means two things.)

I understood the joke!!

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