No seriously, Elizabeth goes to the mall already

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Assuming that the capricious Velvet Room attendant was ignorant of all that just transpired(and for sake of our sanity, we're going to say that, yes, she was), she found herself as carefree as ever as she exited the cerulean door for a rare evening off.

There was a little problem with owning one outfit: it left a girl short of options, a slight that Elizabeth tended to correct.

Unfortunately, the spacy(yet dangerous) blue-dressed female knew very little in the way of fashion, otherwise she wouldn't have walked out into a public mall dressed as she was, already drawing several combinations of stares, murmurs, and photographs, mostly from people who thought she was a cosplayer.

"I'm going to need help," Elizabeth mused aloud as she tapped a gloved hand to her chin, fully aware of the obvious.

The attendant produced a phone from... somewhere, contemplated briefly, and decided to contact...