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[empath_wiggin]

Val's in her staffquarters room, flitting around like a chicken with her head cut off. She is passing out clothing to bridesmaids, groomspeople, and just generally trying not to worry too much. Knock on the door. Someone might answer.

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[prydeful]

"I come bearing tea." Soothing tea. Tea is a good thing for crazy brides.

[empath_wiggin]

"Kitty!" Val calls out. "Come in. I'm just being all nervous. On Val's bed is her dress, and she herself is running about in underpants and a bra.

[balletrat]

*Meg feels it is time to check on the Presentness of the Bride.

There is knocking on the door. It is distinctly Meglike.*

[a_lioness]

*All of a sudden, there's a whistling redhead standing beside Meg, eying the door expectantly.*

Afternoon, Meg. Here's hoping we haven't lost her again. *Alanna winks and takes a bite of an apple.*

[empath_wiggin]

Val chuckles. "Hey, Ron. Come on in. No, actually. Havne't had any tea all day." Her room is slightly dishevelled, a dress on the bed.

[empath_wiggin]

Val accepts the tea, chuckling. "Thanks, Ron. Have a seat." The room is in chaos, dresses, robes, and stuff strewn about. Val herself seems rather strained. "Can I get you something?" She takes a sip, and paces a bit around the room.