I Am Not One of These Women

Medusalith had had a long day already. She'd had Cultural Appreciation and then...yes...cheerleading practice. Now? Now she'd hauled out the contents of her closet (she still needed to retrieve the rest from Blackagar's) and was sorting everything into two piles, taking over her bed and her desk: suitable for wear in cooler weather, and not. The second pile was much larger than the first, and the next step was to pack it all up and send it, with Lockjaw, back to Attilan for storage with a request that she please be sent her cold weather wardrobe via return canine, while hoping he didn't take any side trips with her clothes. She was given to understand that there was some sort of ball coming up, for which she would need formal attire, as well. The other option was to buy human clothes, and that wasn't happening.

Crystalia could have been terribly helpful in this whole process if she'd known she was coming, but no.

((Open door, open post. Half the room is covered in clothes, glorious clothes.))