I was awakened by Monorakun's 7am alert, and promptly rolled out of bed and stretched. I felt my back pop, and hummed happily to myself. I took off my PJs and went to the closet to get my clothes for the day...
The closet was locked.
I tried to open the closet again, but it was locked tight; the door wouldn't even budge. My dresses, my shoes, and even my tights were all locked inside the closet! I took a few steps back, bewildered. What was going on?
Something caught my eye, at my dorm room door. Turning my head, a feeling of complete confusion overtook me.
There was a hook hanging from the door, one of those cheap plastic ones you sometimes see at stores that attach to the top of the door. On the hook was a complete outfit.
A green dress, fit-and-flare style, appearing to be above-knee in length. The dress also had a lighter green sheer material going up to the elbows, and in a V-shape along the cleavage area (in a sort of illusion neckline that started around the base of the neck, judging from its appearance). The dress itself looked very cute, and was a little bit longer than what I usually wore, which I did not mind.
Picking up the dress, a pair of tights revealed themselves as well. These were white, opaque, and had a green shamrock around the knee area on each leg. I put a hand inside them, and estimated them to be 100 denier, which is what I typically wear when it is not warm out. I switch to 40 denier when the summer months come, as going bare-legged is considered improper by my family. I put on the tights, and sure enough, the shamrock stopped right at my knees. They looked super-cute! I couldn't help but smile and giggle a little bit, despite my current predicament.
My eyes rested on a pair of shoes on the floor. These were green T-Straps, with a white low heel (lower even than the heels I normally wore). I tried them on, and they fit pretty well. I typically am not a fan of T-Straps, but at least I was not forced to wear stilettos or something worse. I could live with these shoes for today.
Walking into the bedroom, I decided to do something different with my hair, for a change. I started braiding my hair into a headband, starting near my temples and working my way towards the back of my head. I then grabbed the two ends of the braids and braided them together tightly, so they would not come out. I left the rest of my hair long.
I left the bathroom and returned to the closet door, and used my E-Handbook to take a full-body picture of me, using the mirror to help, and then flipped the image so I would not be reversed.
Fully dressed, I headed towards the door, where I saw a small camera pointed almost straight down. I put my hand on the doorhandle, but it did not open right away. The camera lit up, then a 'Click' was heard, and the doorhandle turned when I tried it again. Monorakun, apparently, was not kidding about us wearing these holiday outfits to leave our dorms, it seemed.
I decided to head to the Dining Hall to get breakfast, and to see what everyone else was wearing. I was certain this was not a Japanese holiday we were celebrating, but could not come up with what the name of this holiday was. Something American or European, I was certain. Suddenly, I found myself wishing I was more familiar with international holidays. In my profession, there were never any days off, as people still needed their bodies prepared, holidays or not.
Teruteru was walking back into the kitchen when I arrived, wearing his white shirt and chef's hat, but donning a green scarf and apron and black pants. His apron had a large white shamrock on it, and his shoes were also black. He was busy baking something in the oven, judging from the smell coming from within. However, he did not seem to mind his wardrobe for the day, judging from his demeanor.
I awaited everyone else in the Dining Hall, curious as to what everyone else was wearing.
Mondo and Nekomaru were the first to arrive, after me. Nekomaru was green Getas, and a green tracksuit with white lines along the sides of the arms and legs. There was a small white shamrock on the left chest, and a larger white shamrock on the back, with "Nekomaru Nidai" encircling it. Nekomaru still had his chain around his neck, which had a whistle attached to it as well. He seemed largely unbothered by the outfit he wore.
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