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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Cue one Wedding Dress Dilemma, currently being solved. How? With a pair of scissors and a stack of wedding dress pictures that have elements that Svava does like.

Hah. Take that, fashion designers of millions of worlds and times.

Or-

Svava, at a table with hot chocolate and calico cat, realizing that April is only a couple months away.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

There is a Jason leaning over her shoulder. You can tell by the hot breath in the ear.

"Now what could you possibly be doing?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I'm figuring out how to build a bridge, Jason." Svava replies dryly, before looking back to him.

"What does it look like?"

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He cocks an eyebrow before bumping her side to sit next to her.

"Touchy. And here I thought Bridezilla was a myth."

He leans over the magazines. "So how's the search going?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"If you want a bridezilla, I could tell you stories." Svava shakes her head, amused. "I'm just figuring out a wedding dress, is all."

She motions to the pictures, and sighs quietly. "Well, you can see for yourself."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Trust me, I've heard plenty. Just had the good sense not to be involved personally."

He starts flipping through the stacks. "This one is nice, this one is nice...I really like this one. They all look nice, Svava. Or is that the problem?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There's a curious X5 peeking over her shoulder. "Interesting collage."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava is eyeing a section of dresses, scissors aimed at the poor paper.

"... Do you know anything about sewing, Max?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"...Some." She's wary suddenly. Domestic chores are...unnerving. "Most people in my time do..."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... Maybe even better than me. Hm." Svava bites her lip, looking at the bits and pieces of dresses, before looking up at Max.

"Or can you take what you want for a dress, go somewhere and have it made?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max shrugs slightly. "Usually, yes. When do you need it for?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

And a strangely odd-looking Magius wanders down the atirs. His clothing is disheveled and his hair is strewn around oddly. But he walks a little taller, ebven as hsie yes are just the slightest bit too bright perhaps. Instead of his white robes he wwears Earth street clothes in brown.

he sees her and wanders over.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

The carnage from several magazines is spread out over the table- some of it commandeered by Edielwiess to lay across. There is room, somehow, for a cup of hot chocolate, and a cup of tea for later, perhaps.

Right now, she is eyeing a selection of colors with a baffled look on her face.

".... maybe I'll just let them choose what they want to wear insted."

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"Who is that, Svava?"

The voice that speaks is far rougher than normal. And the face behind it is... ravaged is a polite term for it, grief and small hope and fear and pain have all chased themselbves across his face a thousand times these last few days... and have left their mark.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She blinks, looking up, and gives Magius a (worried) smile. "Bridesmaids, though I'm still trying to figure things out. ... I probably should do it quite soon, really."

Svava takes a deep breath. "Springtime. April." She stands, reaching over to take his hand.

"Please do sit down, Magius. Are you alright?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

he smiles slightly, and nods, a bit.

"I will be well."

He shakes her hand and sits, peering at the pictures.

"Sounds like an interesting job. And congrats, Svava, you deserve happiness. If I can do anything to help, let me know."

His voice is still hoarse and rough, but kind as he nods.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: will probably have to plead slowtime, but they haven't talked in a while and they should. So. Have a B]

"You know, that's actually a good idea..." A now human-Bianca says, peering at the pictures and absently scritching the cat's ears.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

((Specially about fun things like this!))

"... which is the good idea?" Svava looks up at Bianca, biting her lip.

Edielwiess opens one green eye, then closes it and starts purring.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Promptly,

"Cutting the pictures up. Claire and I just started shopping with mine. I picked the second one I tried on."

Bianca has cats of her own. And she's very talented with her fingers. It shows.

Happy kitty?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Second one or not, it was still a lovely dress." Svava nods, then looks back to the pictures.

"... They are all beautiful, just not what I would think of as as wedding dress. And I know this is a different place and time, just that... it is what I know."



Very happy kitty. Papers to lay on and obscure, and now pettings. Purr.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Bianc looks over the pictures, and glances up with human-blue eyes.

"Then, wear what you are used to. It is your wedding, Svava."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There is a light kiss placed on the tip of Svava's ear and an absent minded pat for Edilewiess as Archie replaces Svava's chocolate with fresh and slides into the seat next to hers.

"Good evening sweetest, have you found anything to your taste?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Bits and pieces of things?" Svava smiles to Archie, leaning over to return the kiss.

"Bits and pieces, and somehow I'll figure how to get a dress that has the ones I want for it."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Bar knows good tailors, I think. Or perhaps you could persuade someone that the door opens for to take you shopping. I've heard say that the choosing is half the fun."

He picks up some of the disembodied bits of dresses and starts shuffling them around.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"True- and it would be different to actually see the dresses, and talk to those that make them, insted of just looking at pictures of them in catalogues." Svava smiles a bit, thinking.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"You would be able to try them on and prance about in them as well."

Pity that the groom isn't supposed to see the bride in her dress before the day, or he'd love to be there watching her prance.