[Oh. My. God. This place was beyond messed up. Seriously, why? Just why. She's not even gonna tuck on the serious lack of amenities in her room and the castle. Who doesn't have a day spa? But that's not as cruel as the current dilemma she's facing.
With a sigh, she figures she should suck it up and use the stupid locket to see who else might be here.]
So... Clothes. How do I get more that aren't craptastic? Seriously, what does this place have against quality fabrics? If I put what's hiding in that closet thing on my body, it will legit cry.
[She pulls out a pink wallet from her purse, holding the locket back slightly as the plastic strip holding the cards tumbles out to show just how many credit cards she had including a black American Express card.]
Money's not an issue. So just tell me who I need to talk to in order to get this moving. Bonus for designer brands. K, thanks - bye!
[Have a fake smile to go with the fake peppiness of that last sentence and a little blown kiss before she closes the locket.]
The Station:
[Getting here had been more than a little bit of a pain in the ass, but she'd managed - having bribed some of the imps to help her 'recycle' some of the outfits to put together something that might pass as survivable here. She'd heard about this place, having almost died thanks to not being able to use her emergency straightener that she had with her at all times.
Barreling through the door in a way that was seemingly unique to Sharpay, she makes a point to ignore anything and everyone until she's plugged in the hot pink device, giving a satisfied little sound when the light starts blinking at her.]
Glad to see something around here isn't straight out of a horror movie.
Sharpay Evans ♥ High School Musical ♥ So Unseelie it hurts
The Station:
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