08-30-2016, 02:45 PM
Danika tugged at the hem of her dress where it cut across the top of her thighs. God it was tight. She felt so subconscious in it, but the girl in the mirror next to her wore one even shorter! She caught her eye, and long fake lashes blinked back at her.
"That's a nice dress. Is it Harchesa?" The woman asked.
Danika assumed that was the name of some kind of designer.
She flashed a big, confident smile in return. "Thank you, and yes."
That must have been the correct answer because the woman nodded in approval and left the bathroom. As the door opened, the sound of live music filtered it.
The song sounded familiar, but Danika couldn't place it so she returned to looking at herself in the mirror.
The dress was a serious departure from her usual attire-even for a club scene. Munich had nothing even close to the same plane as Manifesto. In fact, when she and her lab mates arrived earlier, she was worried they wouldn't get in.
In fact, one girl didn't.
The color of the dress was a blue lapis, a rich gem of a color, and the bodice was feathered. She couldn't believe the price tag, but tonight was about celebration. The Ilustris project was finally published and accepted in the field of theoretical physics. Danika's work was going to change the composition of astrophysics as mankind knew it. That was the kind of body of knowledge that won Nobel prizes.
Happy with her appearance, she plucked at a few last pieces of hair, glosses her lips and returned to the club.
Of course, her lab mates were no where to be found.
"Stay right there my foot,"
she furrowed her brow in frustration, music pounding thunder in her ears, vibrating her skull, and turned in a circle.
Finally, she gave up and went to the bar.
((Ooc: dress))
"That's a nice dress. Is it Harchesa?" The woman asked.
Danika assumed that was the name of some kind of designer.
She flashed a big, confident smile in return. "Thank you, and yes."
That must have been the correct answer because the woman nodded in approval and left the bathroom. As the door opened, the sound of live music filtered it.
The song sounded familiar, but Danika couldn't place it so she returned to looking at herself in the mirror.
The dress was a serious departure from her usual attire-even for a club scene. Munich had nothing even close to the same plane as Manifesto. In fact, when she and her lab mates arrived earlier, she was worried they wouldn't get in.
In fact, one girl didn't.
The color of the dress was a blue lapis, a rich gem of a color, and the bodice was feathered. She couldn't believe the price tag, but tonight was about celebration. The Ilustris project was finally published and accepted in the field of theoretical physics. Danika's work was going to change the composition of astrophysics as mankind knew it. That was the kind of body of knowledge that won Nobel prizes.
Happy with her appearance, she plucked at a few last pieces of hair, glosses her lips and returned to the club.
Of course, her lab mates were no where to be found.
"Stay right there my foot,"
she furrowed her brow in frustration, music pounding thunder in her ears, vibrating her skull, and turned in a circle.
Finally, she gave up and went to the bar.
((Ooc: dress))
"Magic is just science we don't understand."