Fandom Island and Town

Rilla Blythe, forced to strip her way through college in order to be able to pay the bills for herself and her adorable illegitimate son, was in the back room of the Devil's Nest trying in vain to get the glitter and regret out of her skin after another long shift of degrading herself for five dollar bills.

"Why does life have to be so hard?" she demanded to her reflection as a single, photogenic tear trickled down her cheek.

[OOC: Open to other strippers, people passing through, whatever! Whee SOW!]

Rilla was back behind her desk this week, working industriously on a guest list based on the three charitable funds she'd picked out. The suggested donation per table made her heart beat a little fast, but Alfred had insisted that she hadn't gotten a zero wrong when she'd 'phoned him up in a panic, so Bruce's friends must be terribly well off.

And Christmas was a time for giving, wasn't it?

She hoped?

If Rilla hadn't wanted to go to a carnival, she really had not interest in going to the dance.

She still dropped Jims off with the sitter, though, and was now drinking a cup of tea and reading a copy of the letter Walter's batallion commander had sent to her family, assuring them that Walter had died instantly in an assault.

At least he hadn't suffered. That was some relief, at least.

"I thought after a busy weekend," Rilla said with a slight smile, "it might be nice to take time to pamper ourselves. The people here have offered us a very fair deal on getting our nails done, so we can sit back and exchange all of the news--" gossip, "--about the dance and any dates you might have set up after the function at that...bar...on Saturday."

Though if any of those dates were with Bruce Wayne, Rilla would go selectively deaf about them.

The community center had been decorated (glitterified), the models were probably backstage by now either looking fabulous or questioning their life choices, and once everyone was ready there were two emcees taking the stage.

Rilla was still not wild about public speaking when it wasn’t over the radio (there, no one could stare at her), and so she said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t lisp too terribly. The poor starving Belgians were counting on her efforts here!

“Hello,” she said with a tight, nervous smile, “and welcome to the first annual--” things sounded better when they could become annual events, right? “--Kappa Delta Gremlin Fashion Show!”

After waiting for any applause- and there had better be applause, it was only polite- Annie continued, "Tonight you're going to see members of the sorority, fraternity and Pride show off some fashions, and help raise money for the Red Cross to help people all the way back in 1915!" Which probably wasn't going to create some weird time paradox, right? They were being helpful. And retro. Retro-ly helpful.

Rilla waited for that applause to die down before concluding, “And tho--” bad word. BAD WORDS THAT RILLA DIDN’T EVEN THINK FOR THE POORLY TIMED LISPING RIGHT NOW, GOD, “--without further ado,” or any other words with s, if she could help it, “our first model!”

The girls had been handwavily notified to meet at Pixie Dust (with a handy map attachment included for anyone who might be too new to know where it was) for today's meeting. Because it would be bad to have a meeting and forget to tell people where.

"Hey, everyone! With Valentine's Day next week and the dance this weekend- and I hope you all stopped by the table and bought your tickets-" Annie was not above a shameless plug, no. "-and we thought we could spend today doing a little preparation."

Rilla nodded enthusiastically. Dress shopping was always fun! “Styles might have changed drastically from where or when you originally come from, but it never goes out of fashion to be tastefully dressed for a formal occasion.”

Which meant she’d be judging bare shoulders and a lot of knees showing, just FYI.

Right, don't dress like a strumpet. "So today we're going to spend time in the store, and if you need help you have plenty of support here," Annie went on. "Even if you're not planning on going to the dance and don't need to get anything, it's fun to just look around and try things on, right?"

“Right!” Rilla squealed. “And they have really good bargains in the back of the shop if your dollar doesn’t go quite as far as it did in 1914...”

Just to pull a year out of thin air.

Rilla had placed signs directing visitors to where she was waiting in the playground to conduct the super-official Student Council tour of the island. As she waited for any interested guests to arrive, she pushed Jims in his stroller to keep him sleeping: it wouldn't do at all to try to talk over a screaming infant.

She'd even found copies of maps of the island so that visitors wouldn't wander around lost after her tour.

[OOC: Please hold for slightly insane OCD... proceed with your tour...]

Rilla was probably a little stickier than the traditional bride normally was (she'd had cotton candy. And ice cream. And a couple of cookies. Look, Warren and Karla's party had good food), but she was sure she looked beauuuuuuuutiful in her wedding gown made of a bedsheet and her window curtain veil.

She had flowers that she'd taken from the ground (with most of the dirt taken off of them, even!) and had even found a very nice--if a little confused--man to perform the ceremony!

And after she was done gettin' married, she would be more than willing to share her wedding dress with anyone else who wanted to get married! Weddings for everyone!

Life was pretty easy when you're six.

[OOC: Pls wait for tiny ocd...]