2025-01-06 - Through the Bathroom Looking Glass

The spookeasy has yet to really get going - it's early, still! And so, the perfect time to get a few last minute requests out of the way - like changing a few of those chandelier bulbs. Which, great, easily done, except it did in fact lead to Kennedy getting some not decorative cobwebs and... other spider leftovers... on herself.

So now she's here in the Spookeasy restroom dressed in a pair of grey overalls over a cropped black knit sweater, twisting and craning to make sure she isn't carrying any bug carcasses on herself. The wings pinch at the hem of said sweater, so it lays flat for better examination!

It's early.

And what began as Artemisia dancing around in her bedroom to kpop led to a tragic, yet magical, trip over a pile of clothes and into her standing mirror. It's a situation that would have been catastrophic if not for one teeny tiny thing - magic.

So instead the half dressed blonde tumbles out into the Spookeasy bathroom. The location - if not the exact place - that she had been getting ready for this evening. Without any grace whatsoever, Artemisia falls out of one of the full sized mirrors onto the faded and bleached tile floor dressed in a floofy pink skirt, a white brasserie and precisely one bejeweled sock.

Excellent, nothing on the black knit, nothing on the overalls - Kennedy gives a wary pat to the rump of her overalls just in case - before her wings start to shimmy beneath her sweater and she turns to g--

The sudden thump has Kennedy starting, jumping back with a half-turn and wings flapping defensively- but then there's suddenly a body and Kennedy stares for a solid second. "Holy hollandaise, you scared the bejeezus out of me." She declares before approaching. And gives Artemesia's shoulder a gentle pat with one wing. Please be mobile, familiar body out of nowhere!

Dark eyes flicker in a shift of color before settling back to brown-black as Artemisia's familiar face looks up at Kennedy from her embarrassing sprawl on the floor. "Oh." Her eyes go very wide and large as she looks around her, tongue sliding nervously over her glossy lips. "I think- I did a thing," she says sounding quite dazed.

Kennedy doesn't hide her relieved exhale when Artemisia is both talking and aware of her surroundings. "Yeah. Wow, you sure did." Kennedy agrees, crouching to better look at Artemisia with some concern, "New weirdness? Accident? Are you okay? Anything hurt or feel weird?" She doesn't offer Artemisia a hand up yet, but a glance down reaches for the clasps of her overalls, "Um. I'm gonna give you my sweater, okay?"

"Did..." Artemisia looks around the bathroom in question. "Last thing I remember I was tripping into..." She looks back over her bare shoulder, goosebumps on her skin from the shift in temperature. "My... mirror?" There's an incredulousness to her tone like that can't be right.

"Uh." Kennedy fumbles with her clasps, before hoisting her sweater over her head - her baseball cap falls off, but that's fine. Beneath she's got on a rather ratty looking stained tank top. Her eyes on the door of the restroom, she holds out the sweater towards Artemisia. "You uh. You kind of appeared? We're at the Speakeasy now. It was over there." She upnods towards the full mirror.

"Huh." Artemisia takes the sweater and slips it on her frame. It's backwards, but she's clearly not in a state of thinking right now. "That's never happened before," she murmurs half to herself, although it's easy for Kennedy to hear.

"So new weirdness, huh? All of you come through okay? And uh-- were you like that before you tripped or did the mirror-- you know-- eat your clothes?" Her eyes skim down Artemisia again now that she's got more clothes on, checking for injuries.

Artemisia looks down and wiggles one sock covered toe. "I was trying to put on my socks," she says mournfully. There's only one sock. A TRAGEDY.

Kennedy's eyes go down to the tragic toes, grimacing, "Yeah, not sure I can lend you anything that helps with that. You didn't lose any time, right?" Fumbling for her pockets, she grabs her phone to present the date towards Artemisia, "And you haven't said - you feel hurt anywhere? Besides maybe banged up from the fall."

"Uhm." Artemisia bites her lip, settling herself into a seated position on the bathroom floor. She squints at the phone and then slowly shakes her head. "No I was like - just there. So weird. This is weirder than emotions! Or illusions!"

Kennedy finally looks a little less anxious, tucking away her cell phone and throwing Artemisia a half-grin, "So - some kinda teleporting, now? That is kinda awesome. Though don't sell yourself short, illusions were pretty cool too." She retorts, elbows now resting on her thighs - still crouched. "Does sound super useful, though. You'll never be late for work if you can do it on purpose."

"I'll-" Artemisia gently fluffs a hand through her hair. "I'll have to figure out whether I'm like Alice and can use a compact or if it has to be a looking glass," she admits with a befuddled grin.

"Oh!" Recognition hits Kennedy, "Right the mirror thing, I've seen people use that." She glances towards the large mirror, then back to Artemisia, with another grimace, "Okay so-- two choices. You can try to get back now, through there, if you think you could, or I'll see who else is here to grab you some shoes and we can shuffle you to the tunnels, get you something more to wear and get you on the ferry the old fashioned way. No rush, this place won't fill up for a bit, so we could also grab a what the hell, weirdness drink." She grins, a little wry, because who hasn't had their 'what the hell, weirdness' drink. It should be called the Spellbound Special.

"Okay. So definitely what the heck weirdness drink," Artemisia agrees with a point of her painted finger. Her nails are glittery with plum blossoms painted on them. "But let's do some science?" Brushing down her floofy skirt, she carefully stands and faces the mirror with her chin set in a determined line. That doesn't stop her from biting her lip, displaying some nervousness. Extending a hand, she presses her palm against the mirror only for it to sink into the glass as her hand pokes through into her room on the other side.

"Omigosh-youareseeingthisright?" Artemisia verifies as she looks towards Kennedy with a squeak.

Kennedy rises when Artemisia does, cautiously a bit behind but remaining close - just in case the soul of grace that is Artemisia somehow trips or falls. Again. She gives the mirror a look more curious than suspicious, leaning in closer when Artemisia's hand falls through the mirror. "Whoa." She says, starting back.

Aaaand then leans forward again to tap a wingtip against the glass. It, of course, rings perfectly solid. "Yeah, that's all you, Artie. That is so cool." She grins, though there might be a touch of envy there, too.

"Okay." Artemisia holds her hand steady, eying it like it might eat her. "I am going to finished getting dressed. So I'll pop back in a mo and then that drink?" She requests of Kennedy with a flicker of pink in her eyes.

Arms crossing over her chest, Kennedy eyes the mirror, then Artemisia, "Text me when you get there so I know the mirror didn't eat you, Artie." Kennedy deman-- requests firmly. Adding, when she realizes her tone, "Please?" Another wry grin, her wings settling around her as she crosses those as well, but they settle as if Kennedy is wearing a corset beneath her overalls. "I'll wait here for you. Appreciate if you brought my sweater back with you, too."

Artemisia favors Kennedy with a quick, warm grin that practically bubbles with warmth. "Of course!" Giggling, she glances down at the sweater. "I dunno, Kenn. I might bring you something with some color," she teases before disappearing through the glass. Tra-la!

[TXT to Kennedy] Artemisia: Holy fucks that worked! Also I found my sock.

"Color---" Artemisia will never know what color is, because she's disappearing before Kennedy can retort, so Kennedy just rolls her eyes. And exhales slowly, leaning against the wall - not the mirror - letting it hold her weight a second.

The buzz of her phone has her reaching in hastily to check the message, snorting at the message before sending a response. Then exhaling again, tucking away her phone, then reaching up to aggressively undo and redo her ponytail. What the hell, weirdness.

[TXT to Artemisia] Kennedy: 🥳🥳 good. try not to trip putting them on this time.

[TXT to Kennedy] Artemisia: No guarantees of that. 😉