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[Action/Locked to Penelo]

[After her standard morning training, Mjrn passes through Lindblum's gate and strides toward the docks. The chatter of the people around her is more distracting than usual, with talk about the airship races and the upcoming ball, but she remains focused. Her pace remains steady and she reaches the docks without deviation, Chit in tow.

Upon entering the airship that has become home for the time being, the young Viera provokes a confused noise from her cockatrice friend as she doesn't head for her room immediately. Instead, she pauses by the room Penelo had chosen. Given the hour, she's reasonably certain Penelo ought to be awake...but knocks quietly, just in case.]

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[Penelo's already up and busy trying to organize her space with what few belongings she does have for now and thinking of ways to earn more gil. She already misses her clothes in Ivalice. Sigh.

Knock at the door gets her attention though and she opens it with a bright smile.]

Mjrn! Come in!

[Penelo's warm welcome prompts a smile from Mjrn as she enters. Chit peers in and cheeps at the blonde girl, then runs off, probably to harass Reks or Vaan. Mjrn shakes her head, then turns back to Penelo. The attempt at organization has not gone unnoticed.]

I am not interrupting?

Oh no, not at all. I was just trying to tidy up. Come in.

Ah, good.

[She headed in further, clasping her hand before her.]

I...seek your advice.

[Hearing that, she nods, and closes the door for privacy.]

Sure. What is it? I'll help if I can.

[Mjrn relaxes a little at that. Even without her memories, Penelo is still a good friend.]

There is a formal celebration at hand. I would attend, but need proper attire. Yet, I would not trust my judgment alone. Might you join me, to seek it?

Shopping for clothes? I'd be mad at you if I didn't join you.

[Penelo laughed and turned towards the doors. She'd grown to have an eye for fashion through the years of sky pirating. Spare gil went to airship parts or clothing, depending on which pirate won the day.]

[Mjrn brightens, heading for the door after her.]

There had been a ball that I -we- attended, many months ago. The dress I wore then was beautiful...but I hope for Gaian attire that is less restricting.

[She wrinkles her nose, less than enthused at how much clothing the typical Gaian wore.]

[Penelo makes a similar face. She's less than impressed with what she's seen of the natives.]

We'll find something perfect for us both. I wonder how they manage to move around in so much fabric. They'd die of heat stroke in Dalmasca.

I wonder, as well. It is of some curiosity that there is much dancing during these events, yet their attire is designed in such a fashion as to impede movement.

[Mjrn shakes her head, utterly baffled.]

[That makes two of them.]

Well, let's get going. If nothing else, maybe we can have something made.

[Mjrn nods, quiet for a few moments, but she perks up as they reach the shops. She peers around, then points to a display window filled with dresses. Most of them Gaian-style, but still....]

There. It is a beginning.

[Penelo ducks into the store, lifting dresses for inspection and examining the fabrics. All the while, the shopkeeps are huddled together, whispering.]

This one's promising, but I can't say I like the neckline.

[It's a soft peach colored dress, but with a lace inset that clearly would cover even the neck.]

[Mjrn peers at it, then shakes her head.]

Far too restricting. I suspect you would come to detest it before the night is over. There must be a better design....

[She glances around, then pauses upon finding a black dress with a green vine design. The skirt seems a bit long to her, though.]

[Penelo replaces it, nodding her agreement to Mjrn's assessment. Then she eyes the one the Viera holds.]

That's pretty, but the skirt... I wonder if it could be taken up without ruining the effect of the design.

[Mjrn tilts her head, a doubtful expression on her face.]

The design, it is perfect, but...I would prefer a skirt which allowed more movement. I shall place this aside, but suspect that the search yet continues.

[The next one that comes off the rack is white with red accents, inspired by the gown Garnet wore for her birthday, although Penelo doesn't realize this.]

This one is pretty, even though it's formal. It's regal, don't you think?

[Mjrn does, and nods cautiously.]

It is, at that. Quite beautiful, though I wonder if it will be too heavy. You can try it and see?

I think I will.

[She hefts the dress, good indication that it is in fact too heavy and takes it to be tried on.]

[Waiting for Penelo, Mjrn glances around and tries to find more that suit her. There's one that's a nice green shade, but the skirt is overly long--it even has a train. No, not what she needs. The next several moments are spent in fruitless searching, finding dresses that are either totally wrong or just off enough to not be worth the effort.]

[Penelo emerges in the gown, her braids wrapped around her head so it's more fitting with the dress. It fits well and frankly makes her look as regal as she'd described it. Yet, it is in fact ridiculously heavy and she has to lift the skirts to manage a walk.]

I don't think I'm meant to wear something like this.

[Mjrn tilts her head, then shakes it a little.]

It is beautiful...but it does not suit you. You are meant to move more freely, not be weighed down thus.

I agree.

[A soft sigh, and then she turns to go back. On the way, she pauses, fingering the fabric of a dress thoughtfully.]

You should try this one.

[Mjrn peers at the dress, admiring the light shade of blue.]

It would be as though I were encased in water. Is the slit too high?

[Viera notions of modesty are far different, but she's aware enough of hume standards now to wonder how suitable it will be for the ball.]

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