Irene relaxed in her still singularly occupied dorm. It was really starting to seem like she wasn’t going to end up with a roommate. No skin off her teeth. She was starting to formulate plans to make one a bedroom and the other a study/tv/reading/crochet room. Why not take full advantage if a roommate wasn’t going to show. She kicked back with a glass of wine from Target. A successful trip if she did say so herself. Running into more of the kiddos from school was a treat. They might not think so as her stare was icy and her handshake crushing. At least they’d dropped the news about the meet and greet, that was helpful. Part of her was unsure if she even wanted to go. Could be entertaining or painfully annoying.<br/><br/>With a long sigh she put her book aside and stood up. Might as well go and see the flesh parade. Besides dressing up could be fun. Of course she wouldn’t let on that she enjoyed dressing up. Once more with the black leggings and a tank top. This time it was a plain white one, close enough to the bathing suit that She-Hulk wore. She had some old grease paint from her kit which would do well enough. She worked the black pain in her hands and smeared it all over her hair, still. It wasn’t perfect by far but got the effect close enough. Next was the haphazard smearing of green paint all over her arms, chest, back, neck, and face. The white tank top had flecks of green around the shoulders and neck line but whatever. Irene check her work in the mirror. It was streaky and patchy where she struggled to reach but the general idea was there. She shrugged. Fuck it.<br/><br/>Before leaving she filled a fresh, new, hip flask with some vodka. Can’t go to a party totally sober. She got green paint all over the bottle, flask, tank top, and on her pants as she shoved the flask into the waist band. Well she was going to be a bit of a mess since grease paint didn’t exactly ever fully dry. Already the paint was missing off her hands. Irene cringed and went to find a pair of gloves. She had a pair of old Mechanix gloves at least. Frayed and worn as they were they’d keep her from leaving a greasy, green trail everywhere. Satisfied with the look and with no one to wait on, or text really since she couldn’t use her phone with the gloves on, she headed out on her own to the event.<br/><br/>Irene gave a low whistle as she approached the ever growing throng of college kids. Boy howdy was she right about the flesh parade. Irene paused to take a swing from her flask, the vodka sweet and burning. Next she lit up a cigarette, the lighter a bit hard to work with the gloves. “Fuckin…come on….piece of shit…” Maybe she should have just let herself leave greasy trails. She glanced up to see a very curvy girl rocking a Winter soldier piece. “Hey….Bucky,” she said with a wave towards her. “Help a She-Hulk out?” She held the red lighter out to the girl, the cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth. “I’d take the gloves off but turns out this old-ass paint doesn’t dry.”<br/><br/><b>Location: </b>Room 109 —>Quad<br/><b>Speaking With: </b>Camilla(<a class="username" data-user-id="34449" data-username="@alona98" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34449/">@alona98</a>)