twintuitionist: ([spec] on the phone)
Juliet was on the phone with Karen, Vogue Italia spread open on the bed before her as she tried to make her sister understand which dress she needed for her birthday party.

"It's red," she explained again. "It has netting. It's on page ... one-twenty-something. Italian Vogue. September. No, not the Calvin Klein, the Betsey Johnson."

A break. "No, no, red. I said red. ... what do you mean, it looks like last season? Mean. Maybe I'll just come home and do my own shopping. Fine. Bye."

After hanging up, she went to the closet and pulled out a suitcase to pack for a week back in Manhattan. She hadn't been terribly excited to spend her break building houses in the middle of an arctic wasteland to begin with, but with a birthday party to plan for it was time she simply couldn't waste. There were preparations to make.

[OOC: Door cracked, post open. Heading out, but I'll be back to pick up pings this evening.]

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