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Who: Freddie OR Marnie
What: Doing Stuff
Where: Various Locales
When: Wednesday

A. BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOUTIQUE

[forget the murder game. forget the traumatic deaths. being forced to return to retail is easily the worst thing that has happened to her this year.

to her slightest credit, she manages to give two whole clients their proper princess-y looks. after that, the makeup starts to look a little... darker. was a smoky eye and purple lip gloss even an available option? why does this small Cinderella have what definitely appears to be sugar skull makeup?

she's also decided to make herself more at home and put up a sign at the entrance, reading STORE HOURS: WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT. and considering she is visibly right inside the shop playing concentration with a pack of cards she got from who fucking knows, she does not feel like it. this is probably for the best.]

B. ARIEL'S GROTTO

[sometime after that, Freddie is... sitting on the fence at the entrance to the grotto, still in her uniform, seeming to carefully watch each and every person that's entering. kids? pass. families? pass. elderly? pass. a single person roughly of the age from late teens to early 20s? well...]

Sorry, show's closed. Further notice. [and with her most charming smile she politely but incessantly leads the offending person way before returning to her perch to start again.]

C. PARK

[obviously Marnie's first priority, upon being given even the slightest bit of magical power, is to test it all out! it's what all the responsible adults would want, right, for her to practice? and also it sounds really cool and she misses having a sword in general? ~~mom wouldn't let grandma make her sword.~~

she presses the first card against the magicband-- a sword suddenly appears out of thin air and lands on the ground. she presses the second card, and slowly the sword raises up and comes to life, hovering in front of her as it awaits her command.]

Okay, now... Go attack those rose bushes!

[the sword zooms away on its mission-- so you, uh. probably should get out of its way-- and she cheerfully follows it.]

D. ICE CREAM SPEAKEASY

[later on, to celebrate her return to life as ~~a feral child~~ an Unaccompanied Minor, she has decided that dinner today will be dessert. specifically, a massive ice cream sundae and a Neapolitan trio of milkshakes. it's like dogs without horses out here folks.]

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Please, makeup here is super easy. You don't even need to make your own brushes or anything.

[just sorta. taps the child on the head to dismiss her.] Go get 'em, tiger.

I...I wouldn't know.

[She watches the girl flounce off with a face full of paint.]

I've never worn any. Maquillage isn't something a poor farm girl has much use for.

[a pause. then, she sighs.]

Get in the chair, farm girl.

What?

[Belle's voice jumps up an octave, and she gives Freddie a nervous smile.]

That...that won't be necessary.

I'm sorry, I must have made that sound like you had a choice! 'Cause you don't. Chair. Get in. Now.

[Belle wants to dig her heels in, refuse just on the basis of not wanting to do what she's told. But she's also...sort of curious. So she goes and sits down in the chair.]

If you insist.

I do.

[god this is too much power. okay. just start off slow. lip gloss? that's not too extreme. gives her time to figure out what her plan is.]

Your village must be pretty boring, if there's no time for makeup or parties. You must be glad to be out.

[Belle wiggles her mouth around, feeling the sticky stuff Freddie is putting on her lips. It's...very odd.

She laughs.]

You...have no idea. I found myself being chastised for the most ridiculous things! Like...like wanting to teach girls to read. Or using my own ingenuity to save time with chores.

Small towns, small minds. My dad used to say stuff like that.

[hm, eyeliner...] Try not to flinch, alright? I am contractually allowed to keep any eyeballs lost during the process.

[just gonna raccoon eyes this motherfucker. chaotic neutral.]

[Belle's got her mouth open to reply when the words are caught in her throat; she's suddenly flooded with emotion, reminded so sharply of her own father that there are tears threatening to ruin Freddie's work before she's even half-started. Belle sniffs, lets out a shaky laugh.]

I'm sorry, it's just...it sounds almost exactly like something my father would say.

[hm... tears would definitely make it look worse so she vaguely feels like she should encourage it.]

The similarities would definitely end there, trust me on that. [okay even out with a good choice for eye shadow. which is purple. because good taste is relative.]

[She blinks a couple of times. There are definitely a couple of smudges. It's fine. Her eyes close, letting Freddie at her eyelids with that purple powder.]

At any rate, it is nice to be somewhere a little more...open-minded.

This place is definitely open-minded. When your new normal becomes robots, magic, and gay rats, then you pretty much gotta be. Sink or swim situation.

[... now is it blush or bronzer that goes on the cheekbones. or neither. or both. fuck it, both.]

Gay rats...?

[She lets that sink in for a moment.]

Well, I suppose it's good to know they're happy here.

Everybody gets their shot to be happy, in this place.

[thoughtful pause, looking over her work.]

... Yeah, no, clean this off. It's a mess.

I hope the same will prove true for you and I.

[Belle looks confused, then glances over and sees herself in the mirror. Her eyes get very wide and she can barely contain a snort of laughter.]

Oh. It's...certainly interesting.