The Exploits of Misfit Company

Alys will cross her eyes to suddenly make a silly face at Kasha just before she pulls away to collect what she needed. The elf would return with some creams, powders, brushes, pens and pencils. She’ll of course start by gently applying some moisturizer to the druids face, then some primer, finishing off with a dusting of light powder. Once she was done with the powder, she’d tickle the druids nose with the tip of the brush before setting it aside.

Kasha has her natural beauty and Alys only intended on enhancing that, not covering up. Besides, something light and airy would feel more free on her face rather than heavy and cakey. So the elf focused on creating a soft by dramatic winged cat eye with some greens to bring out the green in her eyes and dress and finished it off with some mascara. As for her lips, Alys would gently tilt her chin up as she put on a simple tilted lipgloss and instruct the druid to press her lips together to help.

”There!” Alys would smile, “I think that was the last touch. What do you think?” 

"Should we contact Yvan and see if his outfit is ready?"

Kasha stared at the mirror. She couldn’t believe it. The makeup job did exactly that. It complimented, not overwhelmed or took away. The colors were perfect. She slowly tilted her head a few times. For the first time, instead of looking filthy and ragged, she was clean and..beautiful. She turned to Alys, trying not to cry from joy.

”Oh my gosh. I love it..!”

Alys would smile a huge smile and offer Kasha a hug before turning shyly to Vastra. “We should make sure.” She’d nod slightly. 

Vastra casts Sending Hello, Yvan darling, it's Vastra. Good morning, we're wondering if you're ready to come over so that we can take you to get the suit you ordered for tonight's party, as well as some breakfast.

"Hi Yvan!!" Kasha screams at Vastra, as if the spell worked that way, which it didn't, but she didn't know that.

It had been late in the night when Yvan had finished planting the acorns, also having taken the time to fix up the general area as much as he possibly could. His thoughts kept him busy, mulling over the eagles words primarily, among other little tidbits that managed to keep his mind busy while his hands worked dirt and wood. Doing this reminded him of how he lived before the Misfits, how he made the forest his home and sanctuary for a time, alone and constantly moving. He wondered if he still would have been living as such had he not been found by them. Wondered if he would still have felt that lonely, desolate feeling that he struggled with for a time prior to them. 

Then he thinks of them.

He thinks of Vastra, of how reserved she could be, but how kind hearted and intelligent she was. Stella, who, similar to him, had familical issues, but didn't let it control her as he let it for him. Furlong, a man he looked up to, his dedication and tenacity to protect Stella something he admired in silence. Rinn who had been generally a mystery to the goliath, but he knew that he cared for them all deep down. Bixby, before... Bixby. His differing persona's all varying in personalities and mannerisms. Someone to meet each day he made a switch. Kasha, his ray of sunshine, with a smile that could make any flower bloom and any crestfallen man break out in laughter. Alys, the cause of butterflies in his stomach, an angel without wings, with kind eyes and soft gentle hands that cared for him when he pushed himself too far.

His chest feels heavy at the thought of losing them, of being unable to protect them all as he swore he would, or of hurting them as he had done the forest. He had hoped that that rage he released earlier had been sedated for the time being. With a deep breath, he picks himself up from the ground, a wrist wiping at his brow before fully realizing how late it was. The barracks would probably have been closed by now, he had to assume, so he accepted that he would be sleeping in the forest tonight, not that it bothered him.

 Yvan lifted his head at the sound of Vastra's voice, looking around the area from the river he had been washing up in. For a moment, he believes she's around, but then remembers that there was no real way for them to know where he was (they probably assuming he was in the barracks), and that telepathic communication was a thing. He returns to scrubbing at his arms. Sure... I'll meet you all back at the store. Just... give me some time to wash up. 

A few minutes after the response, he is clean of any dirt and grime, quickly redonning his fur lined cloak before heading off to where he had promised to meet up with them. Had he been the first one there, he would wait patiently for them to arrive, had he not been, he would give them all a wave and small smile, apologizing for making them wait. Regardless, the barbarian would look to be more at ease than yesterday, not shuffling away from them had they come close to him. He takes a moment to look the girls over, noting how pretty and dolled up they all looked for tonight's party. "I think this is the cleanest I've ever seen Kasha," He jests, his tone lighter, more relaxed. "I'm not sure how you all did it."

"Yvan!" Kasha couldn't wait to show him. "Look!" she got on her tiptoes and danced towards him. She paused and displayed herself in front of him. "Look what Alys did! Isn't it wonderful? Yeah! I'm actually clean!" she batted her eyes at him playfully. She stepped aside as he looked over the other girls. They looked so gorgeous, it was impossible to stop staring. But, she did notice the way Yvan looked at Alys looked at each other, and her smile faded imperceptibly a bit. They way they looked at each other..she wished someone would look at her in that way, too.

Love..like a road that never ends. How it's always led me back to heartache..i'll never understand. I've always put my heart up on a shelf till the moment was right..and I told myself..the next time I fall in love, i'll know better what to do. The next time I fall in love..it might be with you.

She snapped out of her personal troubles, as if her very being did not allow her to be sad, and she bounced on her tippie toes of how excited she was.

Stella smiles at Yvan. "How'd you sleep? Ready to pick up your things?"

Around her ankles, Obsidian purrs and flicks his tail, eventually sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws.

Kasha’s enthusiasm had always got him to crack a smile, the golaith now watching her dance and tiptoe around to show off her new look. “She did a great job on you, Kasha. Try to keep it this way, at least for tonight, alright?” He would also give the Druid a quick boop on the snoot before giving Alys a nod of acknowledgement and appreciation in getting the wild child clean for tonight’s activities.

His attention is then on Stella when she questions him. “I slept well, thank you... and I suppose I am. Was the sleep over fun for you all?”

Kasha laughs loudly, very nervously, at Yvans comment, as if the notion of her keeping her hair nice and makeup on was something that she was completely planning on doing at the party. Oh, yeah. There's simply no way, no how, that she would do anything that would cause that to happen. 

Alys would stand quietly with Vastra. Her eyes would follow Kasha excitedly dancing and twirling to show off her beautiful self. She’d simply offer a soft smile.

"Yes, it was a lot of fun. And Alys, you did a very nice job on Kasha. She looks lovely."

As much as she tried to not blush for the praise, Alys’ cheeks would go a little pink from Vastra’s added praise. “It’s all Kasha.” Basically a little self care and self love was all the druid needed to bring out her natural glow. 

Although the question was not directed at her, Alys would finally look to Yvan instead of staring at her feet, to try to participate or add to the conversation. “I hope you had an evening you needed...” She’d say softly, thinking back to their night filled with pampering and shenanigans. Her eyes would glance to look at his hands, only able to hope that what ever fear he was feeling wasn’t consuming today. 

"The sleepover was lovely. We chatted, hung out, had fun." Stella smiles.

To know the girls had a good time last night keeps a warm smile on his face. Even if he personally hadn't participated (truthfully he probably wouldn't have for the sake of it being a 'girls' day), he hoped that they wouldn't hesitate in doing something like yesterday more often. They deserved to be able to pamper themselves every once and while. His gaze would go onto Alys when she speaks, his look softening. "I... I did. I'm okay now... I think..." With her quick glance, she will notice the bandages are gone and he looks to be more at ease, even having giving Kasha a quick tap on the nose with no hesitation as opposed to the other day.

Ever the gentleman, he would open the door to the tailor's shop for the girls to walk in before entering himself, hoping the suit was finished and fit.

“Baby shark do do do do do do..” Kasha hums as they enter.

Alys would nod softly before tip toeing her way by into the shop after the singing druid. “Thank you...” She’d thank Yvan for holding the door open for them. A part of her wondered if he was excited to be picking up his suit. She wondered if she was the only one nervous to be all dolled up. The girls were so excited. 

He wasn't at all excited to pick up his suit, however he was able to mask his nervousness by focusing on the girls and how happy they looked. It wasn't until the tailor literally began to push him (he too startled to try and resist) into the changing room to try on what they spent all night working on that it really dawned on him that this was happening. When the door had been shut behind him, he looks down at the clothing that had been folded neatly on the chair in the corner. He really had no choice now.

It was a slight struggle for him to move around in the changing room, especially since the outfit looked to have multiple pieces to it than expected, but he managed as he normally did, and did his best not to accidentally break something in the process. After a few minutes, the pile of fancy clothes had been replaced with his straps of leathers and furs as he secures a yellow sash at his waist.

It felt... weird to be all dressed up, the goliath never having a need for 'nice' clothes before. He only hoped that this stark difference in style wouldn't draw too much attention to him during the party. He had already been nervous about the amount of people that might have been there, gawking and commenting at his sheer size, he didn't need them looking more than they needed to. He would exhale a breath after a moment, knowing he needed to show the girls how he looked, but trying to muster up the courage to do so. It was just them, why was he so anxious about this? Just go.

Yvan swallows thickly prior to opening the door to the changing room, a hand immediately going to rub at the back of his neck after stepping out and standing at full height. His cheeks would flush a light pink. "... How does it look?"

"You look fantastic," Stella tells Yvan firmly as the goliath comes out. The rogue gives him a smile while she turns over her plans for the day in her head. She suspected there was more than one nervous face being concealed, and she wanted to put people at ease a bit.