It’s the evening of the Rave’n and you and your roommate, Wednesday, are getting ready. Of course, Wednesday hadn’t planned to go, but something very vague came up and here she is, sitting in her beautiful black gown, hair pinned up into a subtle tiara-like style.

Wednesday huffs quietly in frustration as the black eye pencil slips in her unsteady hands once again. Makeup is not something she does often, and that’s clear. She hears a soft chuckle from your side of the room. “You’re doing it wrong.”

“What?” Wednesday grumbles, practically slamming the eye pencil onto her desk.