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'Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday, early evening

The Olympics had begun in ancient Greece.

Aphrodite was from ancient Greece.

It seemed a likely thing that she would be watching them this year, and indeed she was. Last night she'd cheered for the opening ceremonies, cried, laughed, and refrained from actually using her powers when one little technical glitch had meant there were only four flames instead of five. She did laugh at Brian Adams forgetting to raise his microphone in time for his lip synch, but other than that she was pleased by the spectacle.

Even though it was Valentine's weekend, the Olympics were on at the store, and she was going to insist they remain on. Right now it was men's speed skating - handsome men in tight suits skating around a track. She was shivering occasionally, but not from the cold.

Perusing the schedule, she suddenly stopped and stared.

"Women's HOCKEY??" For a moment, she frowned. Did she want to see a bunch of sweaty women skate around an ice rink in heavy pads? Then she grinned. Why, yes. Yes, she did. "Canada vs. Slovakia. I am sooooo there."

(OOC: Expecting one, but post open!)

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There was at least one person in Fandom who still didn't know about the Olympics, either what they were or where they came from. She had way more important things on her mind.

"'Diiiiiiiiiite!" Karla wailed, running into the store. "I need your help!"

She stood by the counter, panting a bit from the exertion of running from the dorms to town. "Emma's....ermine...help...makeup...clown?"

'Dite frowned, trying to interpret Karla's panting words. "Emma's wearing fur and you need help with make up to look like a clown?"

Hey, she was trying.

Karla shook her head, grinning a bit at her interpretation. "Emma is an ermine," she repeated. "She...can't help me get ready for...the dance. And I don't really know how...hair and makeup. Not without looking like a clown. Or...whore. Help, 'Dite?"

"Oh - OH - ooooooh." Standing, she came out from behind the counter with a grin. "You're going to the dance? Big date with Geeooooooorge?"

A large make up case and a three-fold mirror suddenly appeared on the counter, along with an upright chair. "Sit."

Karla nodded, trying not to grin like an idiot. "He asked me before I Monday," she said. "So I've spent the last three months looking forward to it."

That made more sense if you were Karla.

"Three months? Really?" 'Dite turned Karla in the chair to face the mirror, then stood behind her. "You said the time thing was different when you *s*handwavily*s* called the other day, but three months?" She squinted as she peered into the mirror. "Do you want the hair up, or down?"

"Ummm...down?" Karla said, after doing the mental equivalent of flipping a coin. "And, yeah. It was the end of May when we left. I'm sixteen now; I had a birthday party and everything. And I think I got that, umm, growth spurt we were talking about," she said with a significant glance towards her chest.

Too bad it wouldn't last beyond the first time she ran herself into ground with Craft.

That stopped the goddess. She took a better look at the girl in front of her. "You do . . . look older." Then part of what Karla had said penetrated, and she folded her arms. "Had your birthday? Sixteen? When's your birthday? How dare you get older without my permission." She winked to let Karla know she wasn't serious. "What color is your dress tonight?"

Karla laughed. "I'm sorry, 'Dite. I promise I shan't do it again without your permission." She tried to look contrite. "April 28th. Ben gave me a bracelet, see?" Karla held out her arm for 'Dite to admire.

"Uhhh, green, I think?" It was a dress she'd worn before, but it wasn't like she'd had time to go shopping while they chased Ender around the world.

"April. Right. And green will look really good on you." She nodded, then exclaimed when she caught sight of the bracelet. "Oh, how wonderful! How come you're not going to the dance with him?"

The make up case opened on its own, and 'Dite pulled out a brush, dipping it in some powder. "A little blush along your cheeks, just a touch."

"Who, Ben?" Karla looked surprised for a moment and then thoughtful. "I had a really major crush on him for awhile, a few months back. But he's with Tahiri, and if you look at them, I bet you'd see a really thick cord between them. They're both too much my friend to have messed with that."

She shrugged again. "And, after a while, I just stopped liking him that way. He's more a sibling now than anything else. And...I really like George. He's sweet and funny and handsome."

"That's great! I'm glad he's handsome. Stop moving or you're going to be wearing stripes." She put the blush back and reached for another small case. "Close your eyes, Sweet Pea." It was 'Dite's turn to shrug. "Friends is good. I can live with that. Is George picking you up at your dorm room?"

Karla went to nod, then remembered 'Dite's warning, and went for a murmured, "Mmmhmm" instead.

"Ben's a good friend and he and Tahiri have been through a lot. And they make each other happy, which makes me happy. And George makes me happy, too." She tried not to twitch, even though the brushes tickled. "Besides, George dances better than Ben, anyway. Should he not pick me up in my room?"

Talk about a topic shift. 'Dite might get whiplash.

"Awwww. I wish I could be there just to see you dance together. And he should pick you up at your room. I would have serious words for him if he was just meeting you there." The eye shadow finished, she reached for the liner. "Keep your eyes closed. He's bringing flowers for you, isn't he? A corsage?"

'Dite could do topic shifts.

"I don't know," Karla said, wrinkling her brows a bit. "Should he? Why?"

Ah, the intricacies of dating. So very, very lost on her.

"Stop making faces, I'm trying to work here." She leaned in a little, using the liner over Karla's eye brow, then a finger to smooth the color. "He doesn't have to, but for some dances it's tradition. The young man brings a corsage to his young lady, and then embarrasses himself trying to put it on her."

Finished with the eye liner, she set it aside. "Lipstick or lip blush? And don't open your eyes yet."

"Sorry," Karla said, using every ounce of willpower not to wiggle her nose. "Umm...what's the difference? And why would he embarrass himself giving me flowers?"

"A lipstick would give you really good color, but it's heavier and might be uncomfortable." She pursed her lips, thinking, then nodded. "Blush. You're not used to this, so lighter is better. Do you want to try putting it on yourself?"

'Dite mused for a moment. "It's not giving the flowers that's embarrassing. But a corsage is meant to be pinned onto his date's dress. For some guys that's a disaster waiting to happen. What if he drops the whole thing into her cleavage? What if she's wearing something strapless, where does he pin it on? What if he pokes her with the pin?" With a smile, she added a small touch of magic to Karla's makeup and hair, just to make it perfect. "Open your eyes, Sweet Pea."

Karla carefully shook her head. "Could you do it?" she asked, not entirely willing to give up the feeling of being pampered by 'Dite--not to mention being really bad at putting on makeup.

"If he goes to pin me, I promise to be careful," Karla said, totally oblivious to the innuendo. "Flowers might be nice. I'll have to tell you everything tomorrow. Or maybe Monday."

At 'Dite's command, Karla opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. "Oh, 'Dite! You really are magic! I look so pretty!"

"You are pretty, Karla." 'Dite smiled at her, fluffing her friend's hair a little more. "You're beautiful, and you're going to knock George's socks right off. Here, face me and I'll put on your lip blush." She turned the chair slightly, lifting her hand. "And if he pins you, I definitely want details."

Yeah, she wasn't sharing about the innuendo either.

"Okay, what do socks have to do with anything?" Karla asked, the words coming out funny because of the lip brush. "Oh, but I will," she promised. "Probably with lots of giggling and questions about why and what and what next."

She sighed happily (giving 'Dite a guilty look when some of the blush got blown from the brush) and said, "I'm so happy to be home. Where there aren't crazy people everywhere."

'Dite chuckled. "It was a metaphor, Karla, meaning he's going to be happily surprised by how beautiful you are." She handed over a cloth. "Blot -- just hold it between your lips for a just a moment."

Aphrodite smiled. "Home, huh?"

Karla obediently pressed her lips down on the tissue. "Home," she agreed shyly. "It's not Kaeleer, but it's home in a way that I haven't felt in ages, too. Here, I don't have to be a Queen, or a Black Widow, or even a witch, though no one minds if I am. But I can just be Karla, with people who love me just for that. Lots of threads, but fewer strings," she said, thinking about 'Dite's powers and Ender's conversation.

With a critical eye, she looked Karla over. "You're gorgeous." A wink. "You're all set. If there are pictures, I'd like a copy."

'Dite took a moment to smile, her head tilting just a little. "I'm glad you can call this place home. You're . . . almost like family. And of course we love you for who you are, Sweet Pea. You're a wonderful person."

"I still think it's because of your magic, 'Dite," Karla said, blushing rosy at the compliments anyway. "If there are pictures, I'll be happy to give you some."

Karla responded to the rest of 'Dite's words with a hug, taking down all of her shields so 'Dite could feel all of her friendship and affection and gratitude. "I trust you, 'Dite," was all she said. "I trust you."

Hey, she'd had three months to think about their conversation. Three months and an incentive to think about things unrelated to babies.

It might have been three months for Karla, but it had only been a week for the goddess, and her memory was perfectly clear. Her own arms tightened around Karla as they hugged, acknowledging the words and the sentiment without speaking.

"You'll have to come give me details this week, okay?" She pulled away, smiling. "Now, go on. Go make George's jaw hit the ground." Wink.

"I'll be here," she promised, taking one more quick glance in the mirror. "Hopefully my dress will still look okay on me. Thank you, 'Dite, I don't know what I would have done without you."

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