[Elle is a 60's hippie. She's looking rather granola today, and she's smoking something that could be a cigarette. It's probably pot. She's hanging upside-down off the edge of her bed. You can hear Jefferson Airplane's cover of "Let's Get Together" playing softly in the background.]

Pete, are you here too? This place is outta sight! You gotta see the light show up on deck. It's like, the whole universe up there, man. It goes on forever.

Pink curtains.

Pink. Curtains. And bedsheets. Which are also pink.


Prince Charming Adam, you were right. This place sucks.


[ooc: strikes are totally legible on purpose]

Oh Romeo, wherefore art thou?

I know it's super early in the morning, but I just couldn't wait til 4H club this afternoon to talk to you!

If we could meet up somewhere to work on our English homework, that'd be the bees knees! And say, aren'tcha gonna ask me to this dance? I don't want to be the only girl there without a date!

- your Juliet


PS. These accommodations are a bit of a curve. My parents would never approve! I found the most unspeakable things in the underwear drawer!


[ooc: Because Elle is now a proper lady with dainty penmanship, strikes are crossed off once, neatly, and are therefore perfectly legible.]

So about the outfit... I don't suppose we're allowed to make our own? Or find one in a dumpster somewhere, because even that couldn't be worse.

... C'mon, do I look like I would enjoy wearing a pink dress and ankle socks?