Category: Module 16: The Judgement of Solomon

All the other clothes look normal. Roll Will with +3 due to Fashion Sense.  Feel free to specify, or we can leave it in the abstract. Raina watches Lia for a while as she...

Swathes of colour. Silks and satins and lace of all kinds. She appears to be in a wardrobe. Or possibly a large dressing room?  It’s unclear if this is a pressure tent or simply...

Raina studies the wig in Lia’s hands.  Beneath the wig her hair seems to be phasing between her usual brown hair, tucked up under the wig, and the same iridescent grey non-colour as her...

“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...