rock you like a hurricane

irma lopez - she/her - latina - 19 - guardian of the veil {{part of beingdisney rp}}

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pridewoodrow‌: 

Woody nodded along to the woman’s explanation, then turned to the girl, and nodded to her, too. 

The move here would be to diffuse the situation that would result in both parties walking away feeling better than they had coming into it. The question was how he was supposed to do that when they were standing on opposite sides of the argument. 

“Well someone could have come by!” the woman argued as Woody watched them, knowing he needed to put an end to this before someone struck a nerve. “Or a biker! You could have blinded them and they could have fallen off to hit their head!” 

She then turned to Woody, who placed an expression on his face that said she had his undivided attention, “What do you plan to do about this?”

And wasn’t that the question. “I understand your concerns, ma’am, I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry,” he smiled and then nodded his head in the direction she had been walking, “How about you get inside and try to dry off? You don’t want to stay out here in the cold, risk getting sick.” 

The woman smiled at Woody, then turned to glare at the girl, before she brushed passed her, pulling the coat she had on tighter around her collar. Woody watched her go, waving when she glanced back over her shoulder. 

“Well,” he sighed, his shoulders dropping as he turned back to the girl. He held a stern expression, “what’d you think? Make you listen to classical music from now on or just go full Footloose with this?” 

Irma almost wanted to knock the snow from the tree over them onto the woman out of spite. She was being ridiculous, and if she hadn’t called over the cop, Irma would have just walked away by now and ignored her. But no, she had to stay and be polite.

The woman glared at her as she left, and Irma just gave her a wintery little smile. ‘Good riddance, hope to never see you again.’ Instead of making a small snow drift for the woman to trip on, Irma turned to face the officer, waiting for her punishment. She was expecting like community service or some sort of ‘Being a Responsible Magick’ seminar or some shit; instead, he made a joke that would have made her papi proud. She blinked owlishly at him, taking a moment to process, before she gave him a small smile.

“I dunno, classical music had plenty of bangers,” she said with a shrug. “May have to resort to Midwest Logic and ban music all together.”

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alice-in-every-land‌: 

Oh cold. Oh it was so very cold. Alice couldn’t think anything for a moment other than how cold it was. 

She shook herself, brushing with the other girl, her touch breaking her out of the slight trance. And Alice realized, belatedly and in a rather funny way, that she sort of recognized her-

“You can see them?” Alice’s voice echoed in her own head. “The- The tears. Can you… Can you touch them?”

That was right. She’d been there, and they’d spoken about tears-

“I mean that tears like this don’t stay open long, and don’t give much warning when they close back up.” It was the girl explaining, this time. “These used to open up all the time back home. I watched one sever two feet off of a branch the size of my arm, once.”

Alice glanced down at her missing pieces. Incomplete. Alice was finding a lot to be incomplete nowadays. Like this girl, and her story. She had just made snow drop down, and she could see tears… Who was she? What did she do with her abilities? 

Besides make people cold?

“Do you know how I can cross safely back and forth between dimensions? Is it- Is it recommended? Recommended against, probably.” Alice saw the glimmers around the girl now, watched as they shifted in that odd way. She rolled her eyes, unsure why she bothered asking questions she already knew the answers to.

Oh hey, look. Blondie.

Irma had still been dusting off snow when the other woman started asking her about hopping between realities like she was asking about the time, and Irma could only stop and stare. Oh right, she could see tears. Their discussion last time had been interrupted by another customer at the Ice Palace, but now it was just the two of them and Irma... didn’t know how much she wanted to reveal. The whole Guardians gig was supposed to be a secret, but Blondie already knew Irma could see the tears. 

“Uh,” she started intelligently, blinking at the blonde for a moment before shaking her head. “I’m the wrong person to ask, babe,” Irma said with a shrug. “My thing is water. And last time I tried crossing the Veil by myself-” she held up her wrists, the sleeves slipping down to reveal the white braided cords tied around her wrists- “didn’t end well for me.”

She was slowly getting better, slowly getting closer to being able to remove the binding on her wrists altogether and finally - FINALLY - use her wings again, but for now she was still grounded. 

“Better question, are you okay?” she repeated, dusting the last bit of snow off the woman. “Do we need to get you something warm to drink?”

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deb-the-damsel‌: 

Snow was incredible, by the way. Deb loved snow. Especially now that she could go outside in it. Playing alone in your garden wasn’t the same as running riot around main-street inciting a snowball fight that half the towns teenage population ended up getting involved in.  Sometimes they played a magick on version, which meant Deb could use Flo to make and upkeep her teams’ cover from fire, giving the rest of them more time to launch attacks on the opponents. 

Snow was best experienced with friends, as were most things in life, Deb found.

She was just coming back from one such snowball fight, thinking about the outrageously indulgent hot chocolate she’d whip up when she got home to warm herself up, and sitting by the fire in her living room with fluffy socks. On the way though she got distracted by someone kicking snow about in the funniest way, like it– listened to her, or something.

It kind of reminded Deb of that mean lady she’d met who ran the ice cream parlor, and could make all her fancy ice sculptures move without batteries, and scared Deb half to death. This seemed much less harmful though, just look at that snow go!

She walked closer, wanted to reach out and touch it, find out if the snow was real or–

COLD!

REAL! REAL COLD! COLD AND REAL!

“That… Was… So… Cool!” Deb laughed, and shivered, shaking snow out of her hair, then laughed again. “And cold! But so awesome!” Flo popped up- seen or unseen by the snow girl, Deb still had trouble telling. Maybe not though? She just seemed to have appeared to help brush all the snow away, it wasn’t important that she be seen.

“How did you do that?!”

Okay, not the reaction she expected, but a reaction she understood!

Irma smiled in reply, giggling when the girl shook off snow like a dog and some of it hit her in the face. “’Cool’ is certainly an appropriate word for it!” she joked, looking over curiously at the double that had popped up out of nowhere. Even with her tie to the Veil being, well, the way it was right now, she could see the way it moved and rippled with the double and gave her a smile as well. 

“I can control water,” Irma explained, taking the other side and helping to dust the snow off and pull some of the water out that had already begun to melt into her clothes. “Usually the liquid variety, though, so sometimes my control with snow is a little iffy for the first couple of days. I didn’t think the snow would go flying all over someone like that, obviously,” she said with an embarrassed flush to her cheeks. “I’m really sorry, again. Are you sure you’re okay?”

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hellfire-damnation‌: 

Winter in Swynlake Claude had not found the time to get used to.

Despite having been in the sleepy town for nearly two years, the weather was something that always escaped his notice. Until it was upon him, the dreariness of England giving way to the ice of winter never registered until it was too late and, suddenly, he was wearing two pairs of woolen socks and a jumper, jacket, and a shirt beneath. Though he kept his head uncovered, a scarf wrapped itself tightly around his throat and gloves adorned his hands.

It was all that he could do, and yet the chill still bit at him. The priest was desperate for warmth during these months, almost melancholy without it, and he strove to leave the cathedral if only to keep his mind from dwelling on such matters. He walked into town now, unwilling to waste the gas for such a short trek. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, and his head was bowed. He needed to pick up a book from the store in town for one of his law classes. He’d not had it as he had believed he did, and the reading was due in a few night’s time.

The father was unaware that another person was walking in the same direction until he heard snow crunching underfoot and he looked up, a smile brightening his features. A young woman was dancing, enjoying the snow in a way that he could not quite do yet. Her joy was almost infectious and he watched her for a moment, transfixed as the snow began to swirl around her. Flurries formed and the way it moved reminded him of something caught in the thrall of a wond devil.

He watched until the moment he was covered in snow.

Startled, Claude froze where he stood, blinking as he wiped snow off his face. He shivered, the trickle of ice that had slid down a strip of exposed skin chill against the slight breeze and warmth he exuded. The young woman rushed over, apologizing, a small hand reaching up to brush snow from his head and shoulders. It was almost endearing and he could not find it in himself to be angry.

“It is quite alright. You did not mean it, I am sure. You enjoy the snow, non? It certainly seems to like you.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, eyes looking down at her face. He’d gotten most of the snow off but it was still cold even through his layers. The way that the snow had reacted to her, however, was more important to Claude than his own discomfort.

Oh fuck he was hot.

Irma nearly wilted away from the man, cheeks going red with embarrassment as she mechanically kept dusting snow from his head and oh wow, shoulders, hello-

(Christ, Cornelia was right; she did have a Type when it came to guys.)

He had a pretty accent too, and Irma stammered on her reply. “I-I- yeah,” she said shyly. “I usually work with warmer water, though. Don’t know if that would be more or less unpleasant to get splashed with.” 

When most of the snow had been knocked off, Irma took a quick step back, holding her hands up. “Here, I can-” she started, drawing her hands back towards her chest. The water that had soaked into his clothes followed the motion, leaving the man dry and Irma with a small orb of water floating in front of her. It froze in an instant, and Irma tossed it away towards the park. “There, I hope that’s better. Again, I’m really, really sorry.”

Irma couldn’t meet the man’s eyes, instead staring shyly at her feet as she played with the end of her scarf. Would it be weird if she dove headfirst into a snowbank? It would probably be weird.

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pridewoodrow‌: 

Woody’d been on his way back to the station from a call at the Woods community that had involved some kid set off a fire alarm trying to cook something in the microwave. Everything had been fine, of course, the mother had just gotten scared when she got an alert on her phone that their fire alarm had gone off and couldn’t get a hold of her son who had been too busy trying to wave off the smoke to pick up the phone. His pace faster than normal since it was cold outside and he, still, wasn’t use to it. The novelty of snow had worn off on him so he was just…well he was bitter is what he was. 

That’s when someone radioed in asking if someone was near Excalibur and if they had eyes on a reported “snow monster.” Woody replied he would take a look, and if he didn’t call back in ten minutes to send someone out after him. It wasn’t that he believed it, it was just that he couldn’t afford not to at least look. 

When he saw that the supposed snow monster was just a girl not paying attention to what she was doing he had laughed to himself, and moved to go make her aware. Before he got the chance, someone else had gotten caught under the snow fall. 

“Don’t touch me!” the woman said, wrenching away from the girl. She turned to find Woody where he was making his way across the street, and waved at him. “Officer! Oh, thank goodness!” 

Woody sighed silently as he approached, the cold air not hiding it as white mist swirled in front of him, “Yes, ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“Well surely you saw! This girl clearly has no control of her magic! She was creating a hazard all around her! I was trying to get close to stop her but!” she motioned to herself, to the snow melting into her clothes. “She was lucky not to have caused a traffic accident by flinging that stuff onto someone’s windshield!” 

Irma felt like she had been slapped.

She immediately recoiled from the woman, eyes wide at the outburst. Well damn, she knew getting covered in snow was unpleasant for Non-Water-Guardians, but calm down lady! It’s literally just water, you’ll be fine.

And then the woman called over the police officer and Irma felt her stomach drop.

(She automatically thought to herself ‘Oh, my papi is going to kill me’ before remembering she wasn’t in Heatherfield. Whoops.)

“Who’s windshield?” Irma asked with an affronted frown, turning to look at the woman and gesturing at the empty street. “No one’s driving and none of the snow got near the street in the first place,” she explained, pointing at the irregular, but relatively small snow drifts behind her.

Irma turned to the officer. “Sir, this is just a big misunderstanding,” she said politely. “I was just dancing. Yes, I should have kept an eye out for other pedestrians, I’ll own that, but I wasn’t hurting anyone!”

The woman scoffed, and Irma rolled her eyes; sending all of the snow on the woman into the park with a dismissive wave of her hand (she let the water that had dripped into her shirt and socks stay, bitch). “No harm, no foul. I’m in perfect control.”

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not-your-prize-princess‌: 

Jasmine loathed the cold. It was her biggest regret about choosing to stay in England and not go to California like she originally planned. In any case, she was eager for the winter to end and spring to begin. She had her coat wrapped tight around herself, figuring that she’d make her way to that tea shop she liked for a while. Maybe get some reading done.

As she made her way over there, she caught sight of a woman dancing down the street. Despite her interest to get indoors, she couldn’t help but find it captivating. There weren’t very many people who were comfortable enough in their own skin to dance in the open like that. Even Jasmine wasn’t typically that bold. It took her even longer to realize that this woman was actually practicing magic.

It was a magic she would certainly never see in Agrabah, but it was still amazing…at least until the snow shifted and suddenly she found herself covered in snow and a lot wetter than she would have been before. Oh god. Jasmine would admit that she might have shrieked, though she didn’t fall back, as that would just make her ass as wet as the rest of her. She shook like a dog might to try to get some of that snow off of her. 

“Oh…oh no that’s fine…I…accidents happen,” Jasmine acknowledged, though it was difficult to be friendly when she was cold. She couldn’t believe Rajah had stayed in and missed this. Lucky jinn. “What you were doing before that…that looked really cool. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She shivered, shoving her hands in her pockets in hopes that she could still somewhat keep herself warm.

The woman shook some of the snow off and Irma didn’t even mind the snow that hit her in the face. Karma and all that junk. Instead she just focused on helping the woman she had just drenched in snow.

“It is so not fine, I’m so sorry,” Irma said again, tugging on her lip with her teeth as she tried to get some of the snow off of the woman’s expensive-looking jacket. The snow was just sinking in faster as it began to melt, and Irma did not even want to contemplate how much it would cost to get that thing dry cleaned.

“Here, let me-” she started, taking a quick step back so she had room to move. Holding one hand out in front of her, Irma twisted it through the air with a flourish as she raised it up above her head. The snow easily followed the command, lifting off of the stranger and hanging above her head for a moment before Irma tossed it into the park away from them. 

“There, better?” she asked, giving the woman a shy smile as she looked her carefully over to make sure there wasn’t any lingering water soaked into her clothes. But nope! The woman was dry once more. “Magic’s a lot cooler when it’s not soaking into your socks, right?” she joked.

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Irma adored winter in Swynlake. There was snow literally everywhere, glittering like fine, silver-white glitter wherever you looked. As Irma walked to work, wrapped up warm and snug as the winter air settled like ice in her lungs, music was blasting through her earbuds as she took the scenery in. A fresh layer of snow had fallen the night before, and the young woman couldn’t resist the urge to kick some into the air where she could send the flakes spinning through the air.

Being surrounded by so much water, frozen or not, always made Irma’s mood lighten, and soon she was dancing down the street; a bright smile on her lips as her hips swung in time with the music and she mouthed along with the lyrics. Unknown to her, the snow behind her was moving with each movement, spiraling into the air and back and forth with each beat. She only got more into it as she walked along, singing under her breath as her moves got more complex and the movement of the snow around her grew more exaggerated. Crossing one foot over the other, Irma spun around with a laugh-

Only to come to a halt when she realized the motion had sent up a wide spray of snow - much more than the simple movement should have set off - and had drenched the other person walking down the sidewalk head to toe in snow. Fuck. “Oh my god!” Irma yelped, immediately pulling one earbud out as she rushed over to try and brush some of the snow off of the person’s head and shoulders. “I am so sorry! That doesn’t normally happen; are you okay?”

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Rockin' Around ~~ open

Irma: I am personally going to fight whoever made the Tipton's Christmas playlist in the Thunderdome

Irma: You know how many versions of 'Baby It's Cold Outside' I've had to listen to today so far?

Irma: MORE THAN ANY ONE PERSON CAN PHYSICALLY WITHSTAND

Irma: Don't even get me started on all the 'All I Want for Christmas Is You's

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One Scoop or Two || Ellirma

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cinderellaashbourne‌: 

Ella grinned at the enthusiasm, shooing Irma so that she could start moving around in the relatively cramped space behind the counter; she had never thought she’d spend her time thinking up milkshake recipes, admittedly, but she had to admit that it was sort of fun. Especially coming up with the themed flavours - valentines day would be next, and then st. patricks day, and easter too; if Elsa didn’t have anything planned, Ella was sure she and Irma could work it out.

It didn’t take too long; by the time Irma reappeared Ella was just pouring the mixture out into a tall glass, reaching for the whipped cream next. Whipped cream and chocolate shavings, too, because it was christmas - you had to go all out.

“Alright,” She said, handing it over. It looked fine enough - like any other chocolate milkshake. It was either going to be really good, or really bad; Ella wasn’t entirely confident as to which. “You’re my guinea pig, so be honest with me. Constructive criticism is always welcome.”

“Please, after years of trying Hay Lin’s concoctions, I am a culinary critic god,” Irma boasted jokingly, tossing her hair (wow she really needed to get it cut, it was nearly down to her armpits now). “I promise to be fair and just,” she teased, taking the offered milkshake. 

She made a show of looking over the milkshake, setting it on the counter so she peer critically at it. “Good color, love the addition of the chocolate shavings,” she said in her best Gordon Ramsey impersonation. “Now for the most important part.” She grabbed a straw from the other side of the counter, plopping it into the glass and taking a slow sip.

She pursed her lips, letting the milkshake sit on her tongue for a moment before swallowing. “First impression is that this is an absolute banger of a milkshake,” she said seriously, managing just barely to not grin like an idiot. “The fudge and the cherry are very good together and the mint adds a little extra depth of flavor.” Irma took another sip. “No weird aftertaste, which is always a good thing.”

She finally broke character, smiling at Ella. “This is delicious, seriously!” 

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One Scoop or Two || Ellirma

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cinderellaashbourne‌: 

Irma was in a good mood - Ella had no reason to think that she wouldn’t be, of course, but she really was glad. Long, quiet shifts were always easier when everyone behind the counter was happy… or at least not miserable, anyway.

She smiled at the other girl, flipping her textbook closed; she could find her place again later. “I’ve been working on something christmassy. What do you think about black cherry and chocolate fudge with a tiny bit of mint? It’s good, I promise.”

“What do I think?” Irma asked, grinning. She easily swung herself over the counter, landing on the other side more lightly than any human was capable of (and wow, did that make Irma feel even better; she was getting stronger, her magic slowly returning). “Sign me the fuck up, is what I think!”

“Here, whip one up while I go set my stuff down?” Irma asked, readjusting her backpack. “Please and thank you!” she called back as she trotted through the swinging door to the back of the shop. There was a small set of cubbies for employees, and Irma quickly shoved her backpack inside after grabbing her apron and nametag. Thankfully there wasn’t a uniform at the Ice Palace, just a color scheme: blue and white.

As the Guardian of water, blue clothes weren’t exactly hard to find in her closet.

Irma walked back out once she had her apron tied on properly, pinning her nametag in place. “Okay, ready to go!” she said with a smile, clocking herself in. “Hit me with that holiday treat.”

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Snow Day 🐾 Open Texts

Rita: [https://i.ytimg.com/vi/DvVV8knCS84/hqdefault.jpg]

Rita: someone is enjoying the snow more than his sister.

Irma: HELLO HANDSOME!!!!!!

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One Scoop or Two || Ellirma

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September had been a fairly good month, weather-wise. It had been warmer than normal, sunnier too, and even into October the sun had lasted just a little bit longer than usual. But then the clocks had gone back and it was like the weather had picked up on the fact that it was officially winter. When Ella had gone to work that morning she had been bundled up in her coat, scarf and gloves, and thinking about how she was most likely going to need to buy a hat before December hit.

She supposed that the ice cream shop being open did make some sense - there was stock to be sold, and some people still wanted ice cream, even when it was the middle of winter. But there were no customers. There had been no customers for Ella’s last few shifts; maybe the odd one or two, sure, but not like in the summer. The fact that there were two of them on shift, too - that was something she couldn’t wrap her head around, but she wasn’t running the show. When she saw Irma come in, about an hour after Ella had opened up, she gave a small smile. She was reading through one of her Magiphysiology textbooks, leaning against the counter as she did.

“Hi,” Ella smiled, shifting to let Irma behind the counter. “Don’t suppose you want to buy anything, do you?”

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Irma was, for the first time since April, really thriving.

Despite the near-monthly disasters in Swynlake - during which Irma always felt like she wasn’t quite doing enough and it drove her slightly crazy, school was going well. She had gotten that second job at the Tipton. Irma was feeling healthier. And as the holidays approached and the snow began to stick to the ground, Irma felt stronger. Her magic worked a little better on liquid water than frozen, but the cooler temperatures and the energy singing in the Veil had Irma feeling actually like herself again.

It gave her hope, and that made Irma a very happy girl.

It was the weekend, which meant an all-day shift at the Ice Palace, and Irma was dancing to the music coming through her headphones as she made her way inside. She pulled one earbud out to hear Ella’s question, and laughed.

“You know what, yeah!” Irma said with a grin, hopping up the the counter. “I’m craving a milkshake. What weird flavor combos have we come up with today, my darling Ella?”

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Ooky Spooky || Open!

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mr-kencarson‌:

“Potential mercy. Buy me a shot and I will be extra lenient.” Lily nodded, painted-on eyebrows arching waggling. She was sort of serious, sort of not. She didn’t actually drink whilst she was performing, okay, she was a professional, god damn it–

But if someone were to buy her a tequila shot, well. It would be rude to turn it down.

“Oh, wow, now I’m definitely gonna go easy on you, taking these things off my hands. Don’t suppose you’ve got, like, fifty friends who want to squeal over them, huh?”

Ha! Fifty friends! She was funny.

“I’ve got like eight,” Irma said with a wry grin. “But I’ll take one for each, just for the karma.” Honestly she’d probably just leave them on the coffee table in the dorms where Jonah and Maureen lived for the other students to pick at, but hey, Lily didn’t need to know that. The music department was full of Dramatic Bitches who would love a costume party.

“So is there a theme to this whole shindig?” Irma asked curiously, holding out her hand for some more flyers.

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SOS || Rita&You

Rita: What the fuck is going on?

Rita: Where are you?

Rita: There’s banging on our door and it’s the kind that normally happens in horror movies

Rita: I’m getting a gun and shooting them if they don’t go away

Rita: Roscoe where the fuck are you?

Irma: Fam if its the same damn things I see stalking campus, shoot em.

Irma: We;ve got zombies.

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Ooky Spooky || Open!

When Ken had become a club promoter he didn’t know, and why he had agreed to do it in day drag, well - okay, no, he knew that, it was ‘cause he was getting paid. Still, there was a reason drag shows were a night-time thing. A man in lipstick and a wig had a certain sort of mystique in the dark - in the daylight, not so much.

Still, he was very dedicated to drag nights at Pixie’s, and even more so to Halloween - so a drag night meets Halloween party was like Christmas coming early, and even though half of Lily’s personality was total and complete apathy, Ken was pretty dedicated to making sure it was gonna go well.

So: day-drag. And flyers, apparently, like the god damn 1980s, flyers which Lily was determined to thrust into the arms of any person over the age of 18 who walks past– “Listen, Halloween at Pixie’s, cocktails are cheap as shit as we’re having a costume competition - I’m going to be judging and if you take this flyer from me right now I’ll be extra nice and not at all mean. Maybe a little mean. No promises. Take the flyer.”

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Irma was on her way home from an interview at the Tipton (Repairs to their rented house were not cheap and neither was rent, and the Ice Palace wasn’t quite cutting it by itself anymore) when she was stopped by Lily and a flyer to the face. She recognized Lily, of course; Hay Lin loved going to the drag shows to look at the costumes, Irma loved to go to watch the performances. She’d never interacted with the drag queen herself, but better late than never.

“Oh wow, a costume contest?” Irma asked, taking a flyer with a bright smile. “I’ll take a flyer regardless, but I’ll accept the possibility of mercy from one of the judges as incentive,” she joked. A costume contest? Hay Lin was going to Flip Her Shit. “I’ll even take two so my roommate will have one of her own to squeal over.”