xp_logs | Terry and Adrienne- Backdated to the 29th

Adrienne helps Terry get ready for her charity concerts as Terry is too distracted by the baby registry Bobby's parents set up for her to dress herself.

Entering the suite, Adrienne's eyes roamed over the numerous holiday gift baskets that still littered a good chunk of the floorspace. She really needed to bring a few more downstairs. There were too many. It was almost as if they'd been breeding. And now that there was a pet rat on the premises, leaving food all over the floor seemed like a bad idea. With a sigh, she closed the door behind her and tried to decide what to take down. Coffee basket? Nut basket? Terry's luggage? Hot chocolate basket? Wait a minute...

"Are you back already?" she asked the seemingly empty room quietly, knowing that if her suitemate was indeed returned she'd be able to hear Adrienne from wherever she was in the suite. A small smile came to her lips at the thought of Terry having returned already- it was too quiet in the suite by herself.

The small redhead flung herself around the doorjamb, looking hunted for a brief moment then delighted, "Adrienne! Hi!" She tumbled the rest of the way out of her room wearing a formal gown over jeans with tennis shoes. "Crystal's concert is tonight and I promised I'd perform but turns out with all the organizing and such, I forgot to plan my own outfit and with all the fuss of dealing with Bobby's parents, I forgot and now I'm frantic."

She stopped for breath. Hitched a fallen strap onto her shoulder. "So how are you?"

Typical Terry, Adrienne thought with a smirk, bemused. "Peachy. Sorry for the invasion of goodie baskets," she said with a gesture at the room. "Clients." Raising an eyebrow, she took in Terry's outfit. "Let me help you plan, and you can vent about Bobby's parents to me so you don't have a stroke, alright?"

"They're on this earth to kill me," Terry told her solemnly and set about disentangling herself from the evening gown. "I really should have called you about this earlier but sure I was just so distracted. They set up a baby registry. A registry!" Blue satin went up and over her head and pulled her hair all into disarray. Terry sighed and carried the dress off back to her room, pitching her voice over her shoulder as she went. "I have no idea what to wear for this. It's a fundraiser. Does that mean I should be formal? Do I need multiple outfits? Immerse was so much easier to handle."

"Baby registry?" Adrienne asked, wrinkling her nose. "You're knocked up? Or they're just insane?" She followed Terry into her room and went straight to the closet. "Local fundraiser, or televised thing? Because I'm thinking if it's local, you don't want to look like you're more well-off than the audience, so one outfit, but if it's televised you need to keep their attention by changing multiple times."

"They're insane. Not only am I not pregnant, I'm not planning on being pregnant for years yet. Which they know." Terry grumbled and tried to make her hair look somewhat less insane. "It's Crystal's show so classy, I expect but not fancy. I don't think she means to televise it but there's a second performance on New Year's in Attilan as well. My set's a bit rock and a bit jazz but I've a later piece that's more traditional. Harp."

Adrienne's brow furrowed in thought before she began rifling through Terry's closet. "A concert for the princess tonight, huh? If you'd given me more notice I could have found you something from the wardrobe department at my office, but no matter, we'll work with what we have here for tonight and I'll look around the office before New Year's Eve." She disappeared into the closet, voice muffled. "Inlaws are supposed to be insane. Goes with the territory. Of course, mine never went as far as to devise a baby registry..." Maybe they knew their son had knocked her around so much she couldn't have children. What was all this about babies lately, anyway? First Morgan, now Terry? "Two outfits, I think, assuming you have time to change before your traditional number..."

"They're just now getting over the idea that their son married a mutant. Ronnie, Bobby's brother, he's FOH. Makes for bloody fucking fantastic holidays, to be sure. They go back and forth between trying to pretend we're both just normal and remembering that we're not. The baby thing is part of the normal side of things. Like we'll just stop being mutants once we've a kid." It certainly didn't help things that Bobby didn't do nearly as much to discourage his parents' delusions as Terry would have liked. "I'll have time for a change so long as I don't have to fuss with my hair."

"They sound charming," Adrienne said with a roll of her eyes, throwing a tight leather microskirt onto the bed, quickly following it with an avalanche of different tops. "I suppose I should be happy mine just thought my gloves were an attempt to keep from touching them. I don't do hair; you'll have to get someone else to help you there, but maybe leaving it long would work for both the rock and the traditional?"

"They're not bad people. As long as I only have to see them twice a year." Terry wandered over to the bed and surveyed the pile Adrienne was building. She fished out a deep blue corset top and the leather mini. "Hmm, with my boots?" And fishnets. That would work. "This will be a bitch to sing in. Lucky I'm going to be cheating anyway."

"Once for Christmass... what's the second occasion?" Adrienne asked as she departed for her own closet, returning a minute later with a wide, silver-studded black belt, black leather sleeves that covered bicep to palm, and a box wrapped up in Christmas paper. "I've got a dog collar and a riding crop to go with those if you want, too," she offered as she threw the belt and sleeves down onto the outfit they were creating. She handed the box to Terry. "Forgot to give this to you before you left. Might work for tonight." With that she reentered the closet, searching for a more 'traditional' outfit for the harp piece.

"Thanksgiving. The whole family refuses my logic that I'm not American so I shouldn't have to participate." Terry set the box down the bed and tugged the lid off then stifled a shriek of delight. "Mother of God, these are awesome." She jerked the boots out of their tissue and tossed the box away, flopping down in their place so that she could pull them on. "Okay, these. And the skirt, the corset and...hmm, the sleeves. Not the belt. It'll be hard enough to breathe with the corset."

"Ah, being forced to participate in things you don't really believe in or feel any loyalty to; such a fun part of marriage," Adrienne mused, pleased that Terry seemed to like that stiletto-heeled, pointy-toed boots. "I thought you weren't needing to breathe anyway?" she questioned, but took the belt back. The outfit looked rather complete now, anyway. No need to overdo it. "I have this sixteenth-century-inspired bodice-full-skirt number in my closet from a Hallowe'en party ages ago; I wonder if it would fit," she mused, and went to retrieve it.

"Still need air, just don't really need to project. Powers will do that part." She wriggled into the skirt and pulled on the boots while Adrienne went back to her own room. She slipped on the corset but she'd need help lacing it tightly enough.

"Breathing is entirely overrated when it comes to fashion," Adrienne muttered, knowing Terry could hear her perfectly well. She tore her closet apart, then started on the boxes stacked up in a corner of the room, each one containing more clothes, the things the former model wanted to keep for some reason or another but didn't use on a daily basis. She found what she was looking for in the third box- a green-with-gold-trim Tudor-style dress she'd worn to dress up as Anne Boleyn once. She wasn't really sure what Anne Boleyn had to do with harps, but the dress made her think of a fairy queen and dressing Terry up as an Irish fairy queen appealed to her, so she picked it up and brought it back to Terry's room.

Terry was checking herself out in the mirror, pinning back her hair but leaving it long and loose over her shoulders. She made a face at Adrienne's reflection, "Breathing's not overrated when it comes to singing though. It's part of the whole process. I could pre-record and lipsync I think."

Adrienne didn't know much about singing or the music business, so she waved a hand in acquiescence as she laid the dress she'd retrieved on Terry's bed and headed over to the mirror, tugging at the corset strings with the quick efficiency of a professional, without a preamble. Only when she'd finished lacing Terry up did she realize what she was doing. "I suppose we should have left the corset tightening until after you'd tried on the dress..." she mused. "Unless I throw it on overtop. Oh well, I'm sure it fits moderately well. You're only wearing it for a princess's concert, after all," she smirked. "It's not like it's a fashion show or anything."

Terry laughed at their reflections, "Oh indeed. Sure that would have been far more important. But if you're ever in need, I'd make a darling model." She twisted, testing the look then nodded in satisfaction. "It's perfect. Thank you. You're a lifesaver."