solo_sword | MCA #6- Tuesday early morning

The nice thing about beautiful warm weather was that it allowed you to do things like sleep with the windows open.

The bad thing about sudden freezing temperatures and snow was that it could wake you up from a dead sleep because you'd slept with your windows open.

Which was how Jaina woke up today. Well, that and the sound of wind that she initially thought she dreamed. After a sleepy moment of trying to convince herself that if she just maybe tucked her blankets around her like a cocoon she'd be warm again, she got up to close the window... and looked out to see a blizzard outside. Grumbling to herself and thoroughly annoyed that now she had to deal with an apartment that was much colder than it should be, she figured finding warmer clothes to sleep in might be a good idea. Except for how when she turned on the light, nothing happened. She tried flipping another switch to make sure it wasn't something like a burnt-out bulb, and no, the power was just out.

"Oh, kriff you too, Fandom," she muttered in annoyance, making her way to her closet in the dark. Luckily she was still really good at that. And now she was cold and awake too early and annoyed and wondering how far the power outage went in case it affected her training today. (You have your priorities, she has hers.)

[Mostly establishy, though can be open if anyone has a reason to be there.]

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"You have to count to knit?" Obviously Jaina had not tried that ever.

"Yeah, and both the scarves I tried to make kind of grow and shrink in awkward ways." She shook her head. "Do you have any fun hobbies? Maybe I can train with you!" She figured maybe Jaina was gearing up for a marathon or something.

"My training's a little intense," Jaina warned. "Stamina and strength training, gymnastics, lightsaber drills, and hand-to-hand if I can manage it. That's more a job than a hobby, though." She shrugged. "I work with mechanical stuff sometimes. Ships and electronics and stuff, but I don't get to do that much these days."

"Well, if you need a jogging partner, hit me up," she said, unsure about the rest of it. "What exactly are lightsaber drills?" She was picturing something along the line of rhythm gymnastics, with ribbons and props.

"A lightsaber's a big glowy sword," she told her. "I either work against remotes or run a Danger Shop simulation." Not exactly rhythm gymnastics, no.

"So you use this to fight the forces of darkness and evil?" Shelley asked, completely straight-faced. Living with Dimitri would have a lasting impact. "Like vampires?" Because they're really real.

"Sort of," she said, impressed she was so calm about that. "Except I deal more with criminals and Dark Jedi and warlords. Vampires turned out to be a little out of my skill set." Give it five years.

Shelley knew when she was getting in over head, so she retreated to more comfortable territory. "If you ever need a cute, evil-fighting outfit, or want to do a photo shoot with your light-up sword thing, just let me know," she offered with a smile and a nod.

It was impossible not to look amused at that. Impossible. "A photo shoot?"

"Yeah! You can get dressed up, we'll pick some good locations, find a photographer, and make some memories!" Shelley might seem a touch too excited about the idea. "I love a good photo shoot."

"I don't think I'm really the modeling with a lightsaber type..." And honestly, she was kind of amazed she hadn't gotten that offer back home.

"We could even do a calendar and raise money for some awesome cause like calming the volcanoes or cleaning up after pigeons," she continued on. "Maybe make it a whole Women of Fandom thing. I'm sure we can get enough interest to cover each month."

"...You're actually serious," she realized.

"And it doesn't have to be nude," she explained. "I mean, we'd sell a hell of a lot more if it was, but as long as it's just super sexy, we could make a lot of money and help change the world. Somehow."

Yep, she was totally serious, even if she hadn't realized it herself. Yet.

"What's your favorite month?"

"I don't have one..." she said distantly. "No nudity. Definitely no nudity."

Jaina was far from a prude- there were three surveillance tapes of her doing bad things, in fact- but there were limits. Very definite limits. And then she hoped she hadn't just committed herself to anything by stressing that.

Shelley looked closely at Jaina and decided, "I'm thinking probably one of the cooler months for you. I can see you with like some darker blues and a good smokey eye thing going on. Yeah, totally." She nodded, confident in her assessment.

"And maybe it could even have like a theme, you know? Like bad-ass girls being bad-ass or something..."

This just kept on going. Jaina had a feeling she couldn't stop it if she tried. "...What the hell is a smokey eye?" she asked ~~as her player continued dying of laff~~.

"It's where you pair a lighter and a darker base color together and blend it together with your eyeliner so it goes from the darker around the eye to a lighter shade further out. The key is to blend, blend, blend and then go ape-shit with the mascara, so your lashes are huge," she told her.

"It photos so well and makes you look kind of mysterious and dangerous." Shelley knew her makeup. ~~Shelley's mun just had to look that shiz up and hopes it's remotely accurate.~~

"Well it's good that people would be looking at my face," she supposed, then added, "Hypothetically."

"Right, and your amazing ass," she pointed out, helpfully.

"How do you feel about... January?" she asked with dramatic emphasis.

"January's fine, I guess. I don't remember actually agreeing to this..." Except maybe implicitly.

"January's perfect!" Shelley agreed, pulling the blanket up to her chin and grinning at Jaina. "You're going to love it. I know some pretty spectacular photographers. I bet I can get one to come out for the shoot."

She hadn't been this excited about, well, anything in a long while.

And here was the point where Jaina really hoped that Shelley was maybe forgetful, and prone to not follow through on stuff, because as much as this was not her thing... she had a feeling telling Shelley no would be like kicking a puppy. At least with January she probably wouldn't end up in a bikini or something?

"Keep me updated," she said. Maybe it'd happen after the semester, when she was already gone?

"You know I will! I'm going to make some phone calls as soon as the power comes back on," she said. "Oh, and make some fliers to post up around town! And I bet I can get Jenny to donate the clothes as well, maybe even see if Pixie Dust would sponsor it to cover some of the costs."

She should probably write this stuff down, but that would require freeing a hand from the comfy cocoon.

MCA #6- Tuesday early morning

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