Servant's Quarters, Room 5; Friday Afternoon.

[thedarkevangel]

In her possession, Evangeline actually had three steamer trunks full of mostly clothes. Currently, all three of them were open and being gutted like fish with to many lacy and leathery insides by the clawing hands of a little girl. She let out frustrated sounds as she dug into them, nearly falling in as the skirts and corsets and capes went

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[side_spook]

Nadia had absolutely no reason to be the Servant's Quarters.

That did not stop her from happening to be there, though.

"Wow, you've got one hell of a 'costume' collection."

[thedarkevangel]

"They're not costumes," Evangeline said tersely as she sat in place, glaring at a plaid skirt from a certain school uniform that just happened to have had the misfortune of landing nearby.

[side_spook]

Right, this was the girl who was several hundred years old or something. "Well, not when they were originally made and sold, but these days . . . they'd be considered costumes."

[thedarkevangel]

"I wear most of this sort of thing every day," Evangeline said, shifting her gaze toward Nadia with her tone indicating that she certainly hoped the girl wasn't insinuating that what Evangeline chose to wear were like costumes to her, although, really, she knew that they kind of were. But she liked all of it.

"Well," she added after a moment, regarding some outfits that seemed to be for a much....older body than the one Evangeline had, "not all of them."