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		<title>Kirby: Created page with &quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/06/01 |Location=Janet&#039;s Room - Avengers Mansion |Synopsis=Summary needed |Cast of Characters=244,192 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:&#039;&#039;&#039;{{#var:...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/06/01 |Location=Janet&amp;#039;s Room - Avengers Mansion |Synopsis=Summary needed |Cast of Characters=244,192 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Log Header&lt;br /&gt;
|Date of Scene=2019/06/01&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Janet&amp;#039;s Room - Avengers Mansion&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Summary needed&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=244,192&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A simple knock on the door announces someone on the other side, but the voice discloses it&amp;#039;s Carol. &amp;quot;Janet...you in there? Wanted to thank you for that unbelivable dress!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:192|Janet van Dyne (192)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Hang on!&amp;quot; There&amp;#039;s a sound of running water stopping, and then a few seconds later the door opens a sliver. Janet peeks out from the doorcrack. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just you? Okay. C&amp;#039;mon in!&amp;quot; She opens the door and ushers Carol in, then closes it quickly. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I was just getting out of the shower. C&amp;#039;mon in, sit!&amp;quot; Janet beckons. She holds a black kimono-type silk robe around her, water blotching the fabric and her short pixie cut plastered to her head. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t want Steve to see me without my face on,&amp;quot; she says, gesturing at her lack of cosmetics. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Janet pads on bare feet back around the corner to her bathroom. &amp;quot;So the dress, yeah? You love it?&amp;quot; she calls back around the corner.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Carol walks in, laughing, &amp;quot;is it just me, or do I always catch you at a bad time?&amp;quot; She asks, grinning. At Janet&amp;#039;s urging, she walks in to take a seat while Janet finishes readying up. &amp;quot;Oh, I wouldn&amp;#039;t blame you, Janet. I know you&amp;#039;re absolute perfection.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t normally wear dresses, but it&amp;#039;s fabulous, Janet, I adore it. I&amp;#039;ll definitely wear it to the next formal I have to go to in lieu of my Air Force uniform.&amp;quot; That should please Janet, &amp;quot;I did want to ask though, any chance you might do me another solid, and get me a tux as well? I promise to be kind and gentle with it, not like Steve The Brute.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:192|Janet van Dyne (192)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Honey, for you? Anything,&amp;quot; Janet assures her friend. &amp;quot;I looked up the rules, I guess that girls can wear pretty much whatever you want to a formal event as long as it&amp;#039;s &amp;#039;dressy&amp;#039;,&amp;quot; she remarks. &amp;quot;Rules. Regs? Whatever. I was trying to get Steve to wear his fancy uniform with his sword and he wouldn&amp;#039;t do it. Something something regulations. Fine, I&amp;#039;ll learn the damn regulations, then!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; She steps back out into her room and heads to the wardrobe in the corner, clad in tight black boyshorts and a white and black lace bra. A yellow sundress is pulled out of the large storage unit and she shrugs into it, then steps into a pair of designer yellow heels she pulls out of the same Narnian-style infinite space. The 4&amp;quot; heel is a little aggressive for casual wear, but the white dots on the heels give them a whimsical look. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;What kind of tux do you want? Boy&amp;#039;s tux? Girlie tux?&amp;quot; Janet asks, clipping diamonds to her earlobes. She&amp;#039;s a seasoned enough hand not to wear piercings anymore. &amp;quot;I could see you rocking the coat and tails, with a vest, but then like, trousers and black pumps. No, red pumps,&amp;quot; she amends, a beat later. &amp;quot;And a red cummerbund.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Did anyone ever tell you that you&amp;#039;re the best friend ever, Janet?&amp;quot; Carol asks with a beaming smile, before immediately following up with, &amp;quot;don&amp;#039;t answer, it was rhetorical! Of course!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Carol does look disappointed at Steve&amp;#039;s refusal to entertain Janet, &amp;quot;want me to talk to him? If you want the dress uniform with the sword, you should get it. Heck, I&amp;#039;ll wear my dress uniform if it&amp;#039;ll make him feel better!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;When Janet starts naming tux&amp;#039;s styles, Carol looks a bit embarrassed, as she notes, &amp;quot;haven&amp;#039;t actually thought that far out...to be fair, I may not be as fashion forward as you...by the way, you look amazing, and it only took you minutes. I&amp;#039;m impressed.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;She tries to keep up with Janet&amp;#039;s racing thoughts, nodding at one thing she catches at the end, &amp;quot;red cummerbund would look classy, right?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:192|Janet van Dyne (192)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Jane just beams back at Carol. &amp;quot;Nono, I&amp;#039;ve got Steve handled. Don&amp;#039;t worry. Half the fun is talking him into doing something he doesn&amp;#039;t wanna do.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The cummerbund would be a sharp look, though, yeah. I mean I don&amp;#039;t just wanna put *that* body--&amp;quot; she wiggles an index finger at Carol&amp;#039;s unfairly perfect proportions-- &amp;quot;in a men&amp;#039;s tux. So we take some liberties with the cut of the jacket, flare the lapels, make it a single-button but waaay down by the navel, open the chest up so it&amp;#039;s all--&amp;quot; she pushes her hands together in front of her sternum, then opens them with an arch of her back. &amp;quot;Kapow! But in a sexy way, not a slutty way,&amp;quot; she assures Carol, quickly. &amp;quot;So yeah. Red heels, red sash, maybe a little gold on the bowtie, it&amp;#039;s a nod to the Cap&amp;#039;n Marvel look and you&amp;#039;ll look sexy in a way no one can possibly object to.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Oh! I could even come up with a classy top hat for you,&amp;quot; she adds, grinning suddenly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh you&amp;#039;re getting him to do what he doesn&amp;#039;t want to? Now I see why van Dyne is such a fashion empire,&amp;quot; Carol notes in amusement, considering it no small fear that Janet is boasting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;She laughs at the compliment that Janet gives her, drinking it in without complaint. &amp;quot;I get what you&amp;#039;re saying,&amp;quot; Carol nods along, Janet&amp;#039;s gesticulations making it so much easier to visualize something out of nothing. &amp;quot;I think it would look quite spectacular, only down side is I might make the tabloids with a striking look like that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The top hat gives Carol a bit of pause, &amp;quot;wouldn&amp;#039;t that be too, ermm...20s?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:192|Janet van Dyne (192)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s the whole /point/,&amp;quot; Janet says with the sound of someone who knows her infinite patience is being tried. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s meant to be super stylish and bold and everyone is talking about it.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; She bobs to her feet and moves to her drafting table to pick up a sketchpad, and drags a rack of colored pencils out from under some clutter. Unlike the rest of her room, the artist&amp;#039;s table is a chaotic mess of colors, designs, and half-finished sketches. She kneels on her stool instead of adjusting it to sit and bows her head over the paper for a minute. &amp;quot;We want to make people talk about you. There&amp;#039;s this great saying I learned, it&amp;#039;s that &amp;#039;Art is meant to evoke feelings. It may make you angry or disgusted or confused or happy or sad, but the one thing art can never be is *boring*.&amp;#039;&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; She turns around the sketchpad, revealng a fast-dashed image of someone who&amp;#039;s clearly Carol-- those tennis player shoulders, milkmaid curves, runner&amp;#039;s legs. Red stands out on the hatband, the cummerbund, the shoes, and black lines emphasize Carol&amp;#039;s athletic frame under the elegant contours of the tux. &amp;quot;See? You don&amp;#039;t have to love it, but you just have to *wear* it and then everyone will love it because *you* wear it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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