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Green hair is not that bad, thank you very much! *offended*
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[Screened to Schuldig, Hakufu, and Yuuko]
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What kind of crack "Jello" did you use to get these colors? I'd be impressed if I weren't -- you guessed it -- totally appalled.
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I'm taking a day or, really, a week off. If anyone wants to find me, I'll be in my room. Thanks. -_-;

First of all.
The requisition for my iPod went haywire. This is my iPod, but it has... a lot more English songs on it than I originally had... Oh well, I guess it's like an English equivalent of what I used to listen to.

[OOC: *whistles innocently*]

Second of all.
Someone asked me last night about what it was I used to do before I became a designer. Well, I used to be in a very different line of business, that's for sure. And that... line of business is probably why I'm here.

[Private] Though with this cuff, I can't do much. The last time I tried, I couldn't even call up my wand! [/Private]

Second-and-a-half of all.
I was trying to escape that former life. And here, I can't even act as though that former life was mine. Should I even acknowledge it?

And finally.
The party will be a low-key affair. It's meant to be perhaps our last big chance to have fun before training starts... and a chance to socialize. It will be happening... tonight.

*musing*

Ladies and gentlemen, are you up for a party?

Who: You.
Where: Ci-Tria. My pals in Ci-Tessera, are you willing to handle additional guest overflow? I'm already planning to take over Ci-Dyo next door, since nobody at all is living there yet! Between the three quads, we should be fine for space if everyone shows up!
When: The evening after tomorrow. (Does anyone know what the date and time are here, anyway?)

There will be food (if you like to cook, let me know... let's plan! ^__^)
There will possibly be a bar (volunteers for supplies and a responsible bartender?)
We need music. I don't have any. ;_; Live music? DJ? Ideas?

I'm tossing this idea about. It'll only be a go if it looks like it will work!
Eclair, please let me know if this is okay with you (or best of all, that you can make it!)
Don't feel shy introducing yourself here if you'd like to help plan or prepare! We'll be making requisitions tomorrow! *^_^*

[Tag: Mint, Yuuko, Ashton]

It would really help if the Warden would just spit out what our various assignments are going to be. I'm a fashion designer now... did he really need to go through all that trouble... to, what, transport me all the way here, only to get my unique designer's perspective for unique military apparel? *eyeroll*

Puh-leeze, dahlink. Leave the fabulous in their own dimensions and leave the fighting to those still willingly, and actively, engaged in service.

[Private] Sailor Pluto is so last season, last decade... another lifetime, entirely. If you wanted... her... you should have chosen her. Send me back; switch me out; you've got the wrong one. I am no longer the pawn that I used to be. [/Private]

Oh, well... I suppose this is a kind of mixer! Pretend these cuffs are the newest hot accessory... pretend this is all a VIP party... pretend you're putting everything on hold because this was, right, an opportunity you couldn't pass up.

Forget that your social circle is small enough, that there are people you hoped would be here who aren't, and that loneliness is starting to gnaw at you already...

[OOC] This is intended to be the entry prior to her being pulled into Econtra. [/OOC]

This is all so new. You’d think that after having duties defending the world from, well, the scum of the universe… and feeling pretty confident about being able to do it again, should the need arise… doing something like this would be a piece of cake.

After all, it’s just a business plan. What’s a business plan, compared to the destruction of a metropolis or two? How’s getting a few paragraphs about marketing strategy straight, compared with making sure the flows and strands of time, and of history, are all in the right order? It should be easy.

Having felt my hands were tied all these years, I assumed that once I set myself free, I’d just be raring to go, and all of these brilliant, pent up ideas would just gush out.

But it isn’t wooorking. It’s odd. It’s a matter of confidence, in two strands. The first is just the gut feeling that yes, I am confident and certain that this is what I want to do. Yes, I do think I have a sense of style and the commitment and passion to making a business work. Yes, oh yes, can I ever multitask. I have management skills like you wouldn’t believe. But I couldn’t tell you about that, my dear potential investor, because that would be telling you about my other identity, and then, of course, I’d have to kill you. (Or at least those are the official rules…)

But still, I feel so inept. That’s the practical side of the confidence issue, the side that I totally lack. I live with two people who have been considered style icons most of their lives, and they have no better sense of business than I do. They’re so sweet and encouraging, at this stage, maybe even surprised. “Whoa, Setsuna actually had a secret ambition, all this time?” “What did you expect? I have layers!” They’re both artists, they should understand that… but they’ve never really seen this side of me, I guess. Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve thoroughly surprised them. But the fact they are impressed, that they mean well… while they’d be fabulous help on design and concepts… right now that isn’t getting me anywhere.

I can’t peek into the future to “predict” trends. I can’t replay history over and over if a meeting with a potential backer goes bad with a bad business plan. My “mad skillz,” as the kids call them, aren’t going to work right now.

Oh well, off to bed. Guess I’ll have to hit up the business school library tomorrow morning before class.