ArchivedLogs:Glitz

Glitz
Dramatis Personae Isra, Shane
In Absentia	2014-02-14 This is not what most people mean by "being one's Valentine." (Set shortly after asking Tag a favor and before delivering valentines.)
Location <XS> Isra's Room - FL3
Clean and spartan, this room appears even more spacious than even the average staff accommodations. What furniture it does contain has been pushed against the walls or into corners. Framed prints of galaxies and nebulae adorn the walls, but no other decorations are evident. A sizeable computer tower sits beneath the desk, hooked up to several high-end peripherals and three LCD monitors on rotating bases. Knock knock knock knock knock! Outside Isra's door there is a very tiny shark in a very jaunty tophat. Pinstriped vest. Neat-pressed slacks. The band on his hat matches his vest tidily. Hands clasped behind his back; he rocks up onto the toes of his polished Oxfords which, admittedly, doesn't add much to his insignificant height. "Come in." Isra's clear alto carries easily from behind the door. "It is unlocked." Inside, the room has received a recent tidying. Even the bed look freshly made, though Isra is perched primly on it, legs folded beneath her long white dress. She has a tablet cradled in her bandaged arm and a long stylus in her left hand. "Hello, Shane," she adds before even looking up. When she does, it is with a very faint smile. "You look even more dapper than usual today. Ready for the dance, then?" "Not going to the dance. It's the hat. Swiped it from my snow-dude." Shane removes it, spinning it around his hand as he slips into the room. "You look kind of banged up, you and Dusk'll make a /pair/ tonight. C'mon, get bundled up warm, I'm going to glitz you up." He puts his fingers to his lips -- shhh! "It'll be a surprise." Isra blinks several times in rapid succession. "I had planned to go training tonight, but I am under strict orders to avoid unnecessary exertion, so..." She unfolds herself and sets the tablet aside. "But do tell, what do you mean by...glitz?" All the same, she stretches out a wing to snag her green-and-gray cloak from a hook on the wall. "I mean I'm going to take you home and get Tag to recolour you," Shane explains like this is perfectly normal. He spins his hat around one more time and flips it up back onto his head, sliding back towards the door. "And then going to bring you to Dusk. Like a colourful flower. For Valentine's Day." Isra pauses in folding herself into the cloak turn and level one smooth eyebrow ridge at Shane. "Ah, like he did for Dusk's wings." She cocks her head to one side as if not entirely convinced that she wants to go along with this plan. All the same, she continues dressing, retrieving purple armwarmers and a matching scarf. "I do not know if I will look particularly good as a flower, but..." She slips her tablet into a black satchel and smooths down her cloak. "Shall we?"