She had gone through multiple hairstyles already, trying to figure out one that she felt looked good braids, ponytail, half back, down, straight, curly… but she was having an issue choosing. She sighed, deciding that her face was the best it was going to get, and chose to fiddle with her hair a little more. She had been collecting names and emails from the group members for potential attendees, but again, she could hardly reach out to extend an invitation until she knew when the party would take place. No one had heard from V since the first day, and she was not alone in getting antsy about not having any true idea of when it would occur.
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She had felt like she had been freeloading by living in the apartment without doing any work for a while now, but there wasn’t much to do while the charity party date wasn’t set. So tonight might be the night she met the whole of the RFA. Judging from the way the others were suspiciously absent from the chat room that day, she suspected it wasn’t going to be a quiet dinner (if those words were even in the hacker’s vocabulary) of just the two of them - she was starting to think that when he said ‘party,’ he actually meant that. He had given her the date and time, but no other information. Seven had told her a couple of weeks ago that he was going to be picking her up to take her to her birthday party. Even on her feminine days, she tended to choose to stay home and read rather than venture out into the chaos of the outside world the socializing required of her at work sometimes left her too drained to want to interact with others.
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She had never been the best at applying it, honestly, and since it seemed she felt androgynous or more masculine most of the time, she rarely ever had the cause for practice anymore. MC stared into the mirror, tilting her head to the side as she tried to decide whether or not she was satisfied with her make-up job.