#rutgers

"But if you really want a different look, take what people are throwing on you, and make it into what you want."

She makes it sound easy.

Masey nods

"Yeah, you make it sound simple."

"You like looking sexy."

"Yeah. I do. And I think that you might enjoy looking sexy, too, if you thought you had permission to. Here...you've got permission. But you've also got permission to do it more covered, and still be sexy. Works either way." And easy shrug and a devilish smile. "Me, I've gotta get going. Gotta bring this hotness of mine to class." She swats her own backside.

She folds her arms grumpily, and squeezes her eyes shut to concentrate. Stubborn, stoic, stick-in-the-mud Dagmar. And for a second or two... yes... the hems start creeping down, before snapping back up, with midriff and thighs still firmly on display.

"I... Sylvi!"

Masey grins "Go girl" Then looks at Dagmar, "Look, if you want a real insight into how magic tends to work around here, talk to the janitor. If anyone would know how to stop this, if that's what you want ,it would be him"

"Hey, what you want, you want!" Sylvi waves to both of them as she saunters off.

She huffs, protesting... but her voile remains stubbornly scanty.

Masey watches Sylvi go off, "She knows what she's got. I'll give her that"

"Sure she does. Sylvi's always been... you know. Confident."

"She was a cheerleader. Head cheerleader."

"Yeah, but aren't you a bad ass track and field star and B Ball wizard? You got stuff to strut too" Masey assures her, "You are so damned hot and don't know it. No wonder you and Belinda hit it off. She's got no clue either"

"I don't play basketball here - I mean, I could have, but I picked track. I throw things." A touch of wry amusement there, a flicker of a smile at the gentle self-depreciation.

"Yeah? " Masey inquires, then looks at Dagmar's arm and holds out a hand in a grab motion "May I ?"

A quizzical furrow between her eyebrows. "Yeah?"

She puts her arm on Dagmar's bicep, then realizes she needs to use both hands and does so "You throw things? Like tanks maybe? Girlfriend, you got some powah in those guns" A look up admiring . Her squeeze feels nice.

Another flush of purple. "Um. Yeah. Hammer and shot-put, mostly. I've, you know, with us, our world, I've tossed bigger things."

"I never envied a shotput before" Masey admits and slides her fingers free nice and slow from the bicep "And yeah, our world is amazing huh? We're the lucky ones, nice to relish it"

The blush lingers as she nods. "Yeah. I... I love being this, having found this world. It brought me pretty much everything, you know?"

"Wouldn't be at college, that's for sure."

"Me too," Masey admits "Lot of work involved still, pains in the asses and so on but ..." A smile "I'm good"

"Or I will be. "

"Yeah, it's... different. I still miss home."

"How far away is home?" She asks

"Rivervale. So - not that far. I go home on weekends."

"Sylvi and I share an apartment with our other friend, Symon. He's..." Gesturing. "You know. Too."

Then, hurriedly, she gestures by holding out an outspread hand as if it were atop an invisible head at a much lower height than her own. "Quiet type."

"Oh, yeah, "A nod "Quiet types are a bit unsettling, but they know stuff. And, if you get one as a friend I hear they're good friends to have"

"They are. He's my best friend, even if he's got quirks."

"HEck, you know what someone once said, 'We like people for their gifts, we grow to love them for their flaws' not sure if its true or not, but..might fit if you used quirk"

"Oh hey, time to hit class. See you around I hope?"

"Yeah! Yeah, see you around."

Another flash of a smile.

It is returned three fold, and the two head off to classes with pep in their step. Why Dagmar might even forget to worry about her midriff

(End Scene)

A bit later, after class, Sylvi catches up with Dagmar. "Hey!" Her devil dress may have gotten a little tighter during the day.

Dagmar's is still skimpy - by Dagmar standards, but really, it covers just as much as plenty of cheerleading uniforms.

"Hey."

"Masey seems decent, right?"

Sylvi falls into step next to her. "Well...define decent?" A wink. "I'm kidding. Yeah, she seems great, actually. Sure takes good care of her dreamer."

"She does! I don't think I'm that introverted. I mean, not like Sy..."

"I mean Belinda, not Masey, of course."

"No, you're not like her. And you definitely come out of your shell when you want to teach somebody something. You were amazing at the club."

"Huh? When?"

"I didn't do much. You had a whole thing going on with the guys..."

"When you were teaching Belinda how to dance?"

A blink. "Are you serious? You were showing her moves."