Log: Nori and Jennie

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The roommates do a bit of bonding as Jennie helps Nori figure out what to do about the whole 'prom dress' thing.



Nori had finally gotten used to the mall; it was an entirely different shopping experience from anything that existed in Tokyo. Kind of like a depaato and kind of like walking down the street popping into little stores. And kind of entirely like it's own, very American thing. But it was shopping, and she had the money to spend for once, so she wasn't complaining. Her eyes widened as Jennie stopped in front of a rack of prom gowns. "Sugoi kirei!" she exclaimed, reaching out to hesitantly touch the silky fabric. "Is Nori not... not usual style..."

"That is why they have something for everyone," Jennie added cheerfully. The mall was not normally her style on a good day, she prefered the small vintage stores and thift stores in the village, mostly because even to this day spending more than 40 dollars on any item of clothing made Jennie twitchy. However, she figured the mall had a good variety for Nori. Jennie held up two choices from the rack, one a pink confection tied with a big red bow, the other a dark blue number with strategically placed holes. "Like these, for instance."

The look Nori gave the pink thing could charitably be described as whithering. "Nori is not pink," she said definitively. She considered the other, then shrugged. "Is not know. Dress is very... ehh... is not know word."

"You're right, it is very ehh," said Jennie. She put the two back on the rack. "The best thing to do, is find a dress that speaks to you. Also one that would be comfortable to wear. My first prom? Gorgeous yellow dress, but strapless. I spent half the night trying to keep it from falling off."

Nori eyed Jennie's substantial assets with a bit of a sigh. "Is not Nori problem, I think," she muttered, turning back to the rack. Everything in yellow and pink she rejected out of hand; yellow looked terrible on her, and pink was just... wrong. She found a heavy blue velvet thing with a jacket and scowled. "Kono..." she held up the sleeve, "is no." She'd learned a while ago that American sizes tended to be much too long in the arm.

"Yeah, for you I suggest straps, and in petite" Jennie fished around on the rack. She eyed Nori's color, she figured the girl would look best in reds or oranges, but with her personality, she might prefer something in black. Or... "What colors do you like, Nori?"

"Eh?" The Japanese girl looked up from the slinky, green thing she'd found, which was far too big for her. "Red, black... blue." She shrugged.

"Sooo, let's see. I'd suggest if you're going to go black at least include an accent, like something red," Jennie held up a black number that went to the knees with a red petticoat and a red sash at the waist. "Like this?"

Noriko eyed the petticoat somewhat dubiously. "Is very... shuwa shuwa... Is Jennie like?" She poked the skirt and watched how it swished. It kind of reminded her of the dresses the girls at the maid-cafes wore.

"Ehn," Jennie said and tilted her head. She had to be careful, as putting Nori in the wrong thing could make her look twelve. She folded the dress in her arms and then paused. "Ooo, this could work," she held it up.

The dress Jennie held up was, really, more of a scrap of fabric than anything else, but the way it hung on the hanger, it was clearly a nice scrap of fabric, slinky and curve hugging and a deep, clear red. "Ii, naaaa," Nori breathed.

"Hey Mikey, I think she likes it." Jennie said with a grin. She pressed the dress into Nori's waiting hands. "Now go try it on!"

"Hai hai!" Nori didn't actually use her powers to zip into the changing room, but she might very well have broken a non-powered land-speed record as she vanished into it. She stripped out of her street clothes and pulled the dress over her head, shrugging the spaghetti straps into the proper place on her shoulders, and smoothing out the fabric. It was, indeed, every bit as slinky and curve hugging as expected, with the straps crossing each other in the back, which was on the low end of proper. The tattoo on her arm was, of course, visible, but it still covered the one on her lower back which not many of the mansion residents knew about. Somewhat reluctantly she reached up and undid the leather strap around her neck, setting it on top of her street clothes before slipping out to show Jennie.

Jennie raised an eyebrow and grinned as Nori stepped out. "Mothers, lock up your sons," she said appreciatively as she circled Nori, tugging the dress so that it fit perfectly, finishing by tugging the straps on the girl's shoulders. Finally standing back and nodding to herself. "Sexy, slinky and yet breaking none of the dress code. And the staff can brook no argument, considering that Logan came last year dressed as a prostitute, or that my date last year wore a dress," Jennie made a face.

Nori's ears almost perked up at that; it had been a while since she'd heard from Logan - he'd sent her a card from on the road, but that hadn't been much - and this was definitely not a story she'd heard. "Pu... Purosuti... Is what?"

"Hooker, whore, any number of unkind names thrown at women. I am justified in saying as such since Logan is not a woman, he was just stuck as one for a week. And so he decided to dress as his idea of sexy, which was horribly sexist. Basically, he came to prom looking like a total slut. Like..." Jennie drifted off, trying to think of a suitable comparison. "Like that popstar I hate so much?"

Nori's eyes widened. "Logan was woman?" The very idea boggled the mind.

"Yeah, a lot of the teachers swapped genders-- that is, the women became men and the men became women for a week. There was some mutant or... something. Anyway. It was hilarious. There are pictures," Jennie said. "Loads and loads of pictures. Also, to my eternal displeasure, I made the mistake of asking Marius to the prom, and he came in a dress in order to 'support' the staff," Jennie rolled her eyes. "My fault for asking him, though."

"Sou ka..." Nori was torn between wanting to see the pictures Jennie mentioned and never wanting to see them. "Marius is very strange, neh? Nori is not understand."

"You and me both," Jennie said, half sighning. "You and me both." She gave the strap one final adjustment. "Let's say we bag this son of a bitch and get out of here, yeah? We still have hair and makeup to do."

"Eh?" Nori glanced in the mirror, contemplating the spikey mess that was her hair. "Aa. Hai," she said, nodding and slipping back into the dressing room to change.