bakerstreet | formally friday.

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formally friday.

THE FORMAL WEAR MEME

if your character is in this meme, their normal attire has been replaced with formal attire — a ball gown, a three-piece suit, a cocktail dress, what have you. did they plan this for a party or an event? or was this some sort of a bizarre clothes swap that occurred while they were fighting baddies off in a far-away jungle or running errands in nyc? don't ask, that's for you to answer.

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Edited 2021-02-05 17:38 (UTC)

[Mother-truckin' dress blues. Complete with Fourragere and Croix de Guerre.]

[Could be undercover, or voluntold to attend one of Stark's galas. Dress of choice.]

[ Honestly, Kate could do without formal events. They're a waste of time because, despite the benefits of networking, you have to spend extra time getting ready and making sure you look just right. Why can't they just be academic casual dress code? She dresses just fine normally, thanks, and yes she looks stunning in a fancy dress, but come on.

Still, it's surprising when she steps through the doorway and she finds herself in a much more formal ball gown and in a ballroom that looks straight out of a glamorous movie from decades ago. Chandeliers, old timey music, old fashioned dancing. ]

Um. [ she starts, eloquently, speaking to no one in particular. ] Did I miss a memo?

[ It's possible. She gets lost in her work a lot. ]

"Perhaps." He's not sure what a memo is, but her confusion seems to match his own. There's a tinge of frustration in his own voice as he takes it in--a ballroom, that he can recognize, but there is an awful lot he finds foreign, including his own clothes. His hair is still up in a half ponytail, curls wild, but his beard is slightly more sculpted and he seems to be in...what is this, exactly? It's not the outfit he's used to, that's for certain, although the extra fabric that would normally dangle over his missing leg has been conveniently folded and sewn, his crutch still at his side.

The woman across from him looks divine, however. Silver catches the other's gaze, shrugging, just as clueless.

"I don't suppose you have any clue where this delightful estate room is?"

Okay, she has definitely never seen him around before. She'd remember a guy with hair like that, if only because it makes him stand out. Also, he's missing half of one leg, if she may state the obvious for herself.

To be honest, she finds all of that comforting. In this world, standing out tends to mean you stand alone. It's fine for doing research, but not for attending events.

Though what the hell kind of event is this, where she's not even sure what's going on anymore.

"Estate room?" Kate looks around again. That seems right, but— "I thought this was supposed to be the university ballroom, not some room out of an old-fashioned country club."

Can she go home now? ...how would she even get home? Would the door she came through send her back? What the hell, what is this. Did the special relativity guys make some major breakthrough involving alternate dimensions?

Anyway. She shakes her head and gives the man a smile. "I'm Kate Collins. I run the Deep Light Radioscopy group. I teach astrophysics."

She has absolutely no guess what he teaches, so why not start with the basics, right?