Category: Lia’s Dream

“I’m deciding what to wear.” She throws a hand theatrically to her brow, knocking the wig slightly askew, looks around at the clothes filling the room.  

No. Lia has seen Raina with some overly-garish hairstyles, but nothing quite like this, and Raina rarely, if ever, wears makeup. The gestures were almost theatrical, as if this were a play for children. And...

Possibly at Lia, and herself, and possibly ‘greetings!’ and possibly ‘come here!’   It’s highly flamboyant.    

“Lia!” Is that the first time Raina has spoken? She spies Lia across the brightly cluttered room, gestures expansively.    

It spirals down toward her face, catches in her hair.   There are swaths of coloured fabric on the ceiling, as if she were in a tent, or a brightly-coloured pressure dome.   It’s...

A door (is that a wardrobe door, inside the wardrobe?) bursts open…   Raina. She is wearing a ridiculous wig, almost twice as high as her head, pantomime-white face powder and bright rosy cheeks....

It’s unclear where Lia is… …that could be fabric or her own curls brushing against her face…   Lia?    The voice is familiar, deep, yet feminine…   Or perhaps it’s Lia’s voice, inside...

Metagame A branching series of posts about Lia’s dream.  This section occurs between posts G-007 and G-008.    Lia’s Dream Lia took a hit of Zoner! and fantasised about Raina dancing in a short red dress...