I Bet On Losing Dogs

Chapter 6

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As they all begin filing off the train, Peacekeepers ensuring they move swiftly past the roaring crowds as the beckon and bellow for the shiny tributes and Victor, Ms Bloom informs Dottifer of a new adjustment to their schedule. "Trifle, my protege will be joining your final meeting surrounding the ceremony outfits."

"I beg your pardon?" Trifle gawks and truthfully, Dottifer gawks a little to herself. Why would she be running errands for anyone other than Ms Bloom? She had already been up since dawn putting the final touches on Gloss' many many suits of the Season.

"Miss Cordially will be there to ensure a cohesive vision on your part." Ms Bloom's voice radiates throughout the tunnel as they are all escorted to their respected quarters and duties for the afternoon until their opening ceremonies.

"Why should some toddler be controlling the likes of my enterprise?" Trifle grovels as he crosses his arms, like a sorrowful child himself.

"Because your work is my work. And your work is hideous." Gasps erupt from the rest of their ensemble. Dottie's pretty certain Overpond is about to faint in her state shock and social etiquette horror. "Dottifer, shadow and correct any flaws until I return from meeting with Sponsors." Of course, Ms Bloom was certainly valid to concern herself over Trifle's final decisions. His creative past had a tendency to be crass at the very least. But to place Dottifer as a point of oversight? She could feel her collar begin to sting.

They soon enough make their way to the headquarters of Designers and Escorts, the likes of Trill and Iris scurrying off behind the tributes to set up the arrival procedures for Cashmere and Maverick. Though she doubted it would take them nearly as long as other tributes, they had both planned to be here and had clearly done all they could in the District to look as Capitol as they could. A part of her notes that she and Jewel shall have to jest over how humorous the idea of Trill doing any part of the procedures is. The last time he had attempted to complete a beauty procedure independently Dottie swears he almost ended in the infirmary trying to shave. She is left with Tourmaline, Gaiety and Mr Penglass himself. All three very much her Senior.

"You're a pretty young thing, aren't you dearie?" Tourmaline questions her as they enter the lift together, she voice somewhat coarse with age and wisdom. "Your mother still works her magic, I see."

"She shall be honoured to hear such praise from you Miss Morgenstern, as am I." She honours the praise of Miss Morgenstern with the composure she had worked hard to maintain. She hopes her mother will be awake upon her next return to inform her of the comment, knowing how much she had always enjoyed Tourmaline's works in the magazines.

"Such a shame your brother couldn't take the same charm as yourself." Gaiety states plainly as the doors begin to open. Her face feels warm for a moment with rage, though she isn't quite sure where for. Rage that her brother had manage to infect her realm once again, or rage that someone tries to challenge her family, no matter how detestable. They arrive at their studios, alit with various different mannequins and sketches and holograms that illuminate the space marvellously. She imagines for a moment how her mother must have been in this position not very long ago.

The two designs in the centre are clearly for the ceremony. Statement figures accented by shimmering metallic designs. She longs to take a step closer in order to investigate until she remember that is (somehow) her entire purpose for being present in this council. "May I?"

"If you must." She stands up to inspect the designs on the mannequins further, looking down to her watch momentarily to note their remaining time, three hours. Her hands trace over the silhouettes they'll create soon enough on the Tributes. To Tourmaline and Gaiety's work, they did brilliantly within Trifle's confines, using the remains of Old Age designs to influence their modern work.