18.03.2019 Who needs fashion?
Who needs fashion? | |
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Teagan takes Saskia clothes shopping. | |
Players | Teagan, Saskia |
Location | Fifth Third Strip Mall |
Spheres | Mage |
Transcript
Hopefully this isn't a trap, as Saskia is standing off to the left of the parking lot entrance. She's standing there, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat, it's mostly buttoned up with a few left undone at the top. It looks like she's wearing the same Tshirt as before, still coffee stained. Woopsie. Azure eyes dart and twitch towards people as they come and go, hordes of people, it's pretty packed in here but she seems quite observant. Her eyes like a cat, with someone jiggling something infront of them. She looks like a fish out of water, a little uncomfortable in a crowd.
Though, she does manage to spot Teagan over the massive press of bodies filtering in an out
to consume capitalism in its purist form, a strip mall, full of Overindulged decadence of the first
world. One palm flutters from her coat, and she raises it up to wave at her, beckoning her over.
Teagan is busy looking at her phone as she makes her way over to the parking lot. In
addition to a change of clothes, it also looks like she's done her hair up differently, now streaked
with white. Bumping into a passerby, Teagan's attention is shifted back to the real world with a
quiet "Sorry!" to whoever she walked into. It doesn't take long for her to spot Saskia waving at
her, and she returns the gesture with a wide smile and a wave of her own. Being just far enough away
as to where she'd have to shout to be heard, Teagan starts heading over towards Saskia.
"See? Not a trap. You can pat me down if you'd like, but you wouldn't find anything." she
says, still smiling. "Oh, and sorry I kept you waiting, I couldn't find my wallet. My cat decided it
would be a funny prank to hide it. Long story. You doing alright?"
Saskia narrows her eyes a little at Teagan, as she offers herself up for a patdown. "You're
clear." She states, her voice hard and sharp, but she punctuates it with a smile. She's clearly
joking, and she does give the person Teagan bumped into a little stink eye as the passerby bumbles
through. "All good, don't sweat on the small stuff. As they say." As she butchers the colloquialism
in her unique way, "I've only been here a few minutes, if that." She brushes off the comment, and
glances around, planning their trajectory. "Your hair is different," She points out the obvious, and
tilts her head a little to get a better look at it. "I like it, makes you seem..." She fumbles for
the word, rolling her wrist. "Dramatic?" She shrugs, rolling her shoulders. That probably wasn't it.
Teagan chuckles at Saskia's comment. "Yeah, long story that too. I'd offer to tell you about
it over a cup of coffee, but we both know what happened last time. Apparently you can be allergic to
iron." She bites her lip as she appraises Saskia's outfit. Looking back up at her, she has a look of
exaggerated disappointment on her face. "Cargo pants? Really?" Shielding her eyes from the sun, she
looks over to the mall. "I think you could totally rock some grunge threads, mitkommen." she clearly
mispronounces the German, but doesn't seem to care. Making a gesture for Saskia to follow she starts
walking off towards an alternative clothes store.
The small store has an 80s-looking sign with the words "URBAN EXILES" written on it in bold
letters, with the A encircled. Teagan opens the door for Saskia, and the air immediately fills with
the sounds of blaring guitars and loud drums. "Mademoiselle", she beckons for the woman to enter
with a royal curtsy.
"I don't want to be caught in a bad situation wearing tight skinny jeans, Teagan." Saskia
answers, clicking her tongue and snapping her hands to her hips. "Anyone here could be a stabber, or
mugger... or whatever, right?" She intones, flicking out a finger to indicate someone with their
hood up. "See, look at that man. Could be anything under that hood, right?" She wiggles her fingers
in a mystical fashion, "Or nothing at all, Wohooho~" She jests, smirking as she does. Those blazing
azure eyes roll sarcastically, and follows along behind Teagan, and off to her left as her hands
stuff back into the pockets of her long, double-breasted coat. "...Everybody loves pockets." She
mumbles under her tongue, likely in line with the thing about cargo pants from earlier.
She inclines her head towards Teagan in a big nod, as the white knight opens the door for
her. "Thank you." She says, and swiftly brushes inside, and holds it open from her side to return
the favour. Very chivalrous.
Teagan swings herself around to the other side of the door by holding onto the handle. She
nods appreciatively to Saskia and starts looking at all the various shelves from her vantage point
by the entrance. The small shop is stacked full of clothes and accessories, most of them black.
Punky grunge pop is played at a volume just loud enough to muffle quiet conversation. Behind the
counter stands a young man with short black hair, who seems to be preoccupied with his phone.
There's a handful of people in here, who are quietly sifting through clothes racks.
Gently tugging at Saskia's arm Teagan drags her further into the store, and stops right next
to a rack of patterned flannel shirts. Smiling, she looks to Saskia and asks: "Flannels?" Before she
has time to answer Teagan has already started pulling a shirt off the rack to compare it next to
Saskia.
"Did someone spill a tin of blank paint in here, or is this intentional? Someone should look into
this." Saskia queries dryly, to nobody in particular. A few customers give her an odd look, and she
returns clipped smiles, like someone who's just learned their face can move. She looks pretty out of
place here, her stout, powerful figure and utilitarian clothes rarely fits in with the pasty skinned
hipsters that flock around the shop. She's pulled along by Teagan, her feet only dragging a little,
tiny bit.
"Flannel, sticks out a little bit don't you think?" She queries, narrowing her eyes, and
reaches out to pinch the fabric between her fingers. "Good material, slightly fire resistant." She
states, "Looks goo- Wait, are you trying to dress me?" She asks, looking down at Teagan and tilting
her head. A smile manages to wiggle onto her face.
Teagan smiles wryly and makes an effort to dramatically avert Saskia's gaze. "I would never. Now,
hold on to that." she says and turns to a nearby shelf full of graphic tees. Picking out a cropped
Joy Division top with long sleeves, she hands it to Saskia. "I think this is your size..." she says
casually as she continues wandering down the aisles. Picking out a few other shirts and tank tops
plastered with band logos and album art. Eventually she arrives at her intended destination, the
pants section. Handing Saskia the small pile of tops, she unfolds her arms to present the wide
selection of garments on display. Clearly taking a lot of pleasure in this act, she stifles a laugh
before speaking up. "I present to you: civilized fashion." she curls her hands and quickly extends
her fingers while making a "Fwoosh" sound. Dryly, she continues: "We're not leaving until you pick
out a pair."
Saskia does hold on to that, for she must, else Teagan will probably smack her in the chops. She's
holding it at arms length though, all stiff and rigid as the thing might come alive and flay her
soul to ribbons. Could happen. She eyes it warily, narrowing her vision, it's not going to catch her
unawares that's for sure. She gives Teagan the tide eye, as the girl drifts off to find more and
more torture devices. Tentatively she folds the flannel over her arm as the other clothes get laid
onto it like a human coat hanger. Soon enough, even with her strength, she's in avalanche conditions
now and her end will come at any point. Clearly, out of her depth here. What is even happening?
"You're very..." She tries to roll her wrist, but under the absolute mess of clothes strewn
over her arms, she can't "Energetic. Is that the word?" She asks, as her fingers flip through the
clothes, and can't help but try to hide her smile. "civilized fashion is overrated, Teagan." She
claims, "But one must make efforts to fit in, yes?" She breathes out a amused puff as Teagan makes
the Fwoosh noise, "An ultimatum, then? Dangerous." She breathes in, the cogs turning in her head as
she's forced into making a decision. "The crop top," She decides first, picking her way through the
clothes like one might defuse a bomb.
Teagan raises an eyebrow at Saskia's choice. "Bold. I like it. However, we still have to
get you out of those pants." She stops for a moment to reflect on what she just said, and turns a
couple of shades more red, clearing her throat she adds: "And, of course, into another pair. Of
pants. Not of the cargo variety." Clearing her throat she grabs a few different cuts of pants and
hangs them over her arm. She turns to Saskia to speak up, but has an epiphany looking at her.
Quickly turning back around she grabs something off of a shelf. With another twirl, she faces Saskia
holding not only the pants, but also a pair of round sunglasses with pearlescent lenses. She places
the sunglasses over Saskia's eyes and hands her the pants. "Try these on!" she says with a proud
smile.
"Bold, that's who I am. Saskia the Bold." Saskia declares, and if she didn't have arms full
of clothes she would probably punch her chest, because hwy not. Though, the comment about getting
her out of her pants takes her a little off guard. The strawberry hue of Teagans cheeks ignites
another smile to skitter across her pale lips. "And there we go again," She jabs, "The strawberry
ancestry. A proud heritage, to be sure." She even breathes out a quiet chuckle, and one of the
clothes almost slips from her arms, but she catches it on her elbow and stuffs it back into the
midden.
"Nice save." She adds, "Takes a bit more than throwing clothes at me to get me out of my
pants." She advises, and almost flinches backwards as Teagan settles those big sunglasses over her
eyes. A little twitch, at least. She blinks. "Fetching?" She asks, tilting her head.
"Shut up!" she exclaims playfully, obviously not trying to be threatening. Mumbling
something barely audible about it being her fault, Teagan takes a moment to settle down.
A deep exhale is followed by stunted laughter as she watches Saskia accommodate to her new
shades. "Positively! Just hold it there for ooone second, ..." She says as she fishes out a phone
from her back pocket. "Say cheese!" A camera shutter sound effect plays and Teagan looks very
satisfied as she stuffs her phone back into her pocket. "Now try those on! If I'm exposed to that
getup for any longer I think I might go fully blind." She shoos Saskia off to the changing booths,
taking a seat on a nearby stool as she waits.
"Cheese?" Saskia answers a little unsure as a question, eyebrows turning to a frown. She's
obviously misunderstood, but she said the word so by the law of the Cosmos, Teagan must take the
picture. She does catch on eventually, and flares her eyes in understanding. "Oh-" She breathes out,
and goes so far as to adopt an awkward posture. She tilts her head thusly, and places her hands on
her hips. "It- It does the job!" She complains, as Teagan verbally burns her current attire, and the
stout woman is thusly ushered off into the changing rooms. "Scheisse!" Comes a complaint from
inside, and no doubt she has some sort of argument with the attendant.
It takes her a minute or two, and she emerges wearing her new attire. She looks like these
are the first clothes she's ever worn, she is not graceful in the slightest. She's wearing a joy-
patrol crop top, exposing a line of abs at her midriff, and a pair of stylish trousers. Those shades
too, quite a getup. "Do I look sufficiently -normal- now?" She asks Teagan, with a hint of amusment
through her dry voice.
Teagan looks up from her phone as Saskia re-emerges from the changing room, and is quickly
overtaken by a wave of joy. Putting her phone down to give Saskia a couple quick claps, she smiles
broadly. "You look, uh..." Teagan glances at her phone, and looks back to Saskia. "wunderschonen..?"
She laughs at her attempt at pronouncing the word. "You ready to pay? Or, err, for me to pay, for
you. Still owe you for that T-shirt." Getting up from her seated position she calls out to the store
clerk who begrudgingly makes his way over to them. "Can you scan these?" It's more of a statement
than a question, but he obliges as Teagan helps Saskia reveal the various price tags on her new
clothes. After everything's been registered Teagan follows the man back to the counter and hands him
a number of dollar bills. With pride in her steps, she walks back over to Saskia. "Done! Up top?"
she extends a hand into the air in anticipation for a high-five.
Saskia looks really, really awkward in her new clothes. Gone are her utilitarian, mostly
boring but practical attire. She looks ready to party, or at least taken for a normal member of the
human race, at any rate. Her gait is even off, she's either walking too quickly or too slowly-
almost bumps into Teagan too, as the girl pesters the cashier. "Hmmm." She mumbles, and she's got
her old clothes bundled up under her arm. She smiles at her companion, "Wunderschonen." She echoes,
no doubt correcting the pronunciation. "You know what- I should get pretty girls to throw coffee in
my face more often." She muses, touching a finger to her chin.
Once everything is scanned and sorted, she shoots the cashier a respectful nod. The pasty
looking emo behind gives her an odd look. And she turns aside, "Up top?" She queries, "Oh-" And she
raises that cannonball of hers, ready to smack Teagan into the next world- but her phone rings in
her pocket, totally harshing her center. If she was any less focused, she might've smacked Teagan
right in the nose. Thankfully, she's more accurate than that, and slaps her hand with a hard
'Thwack!' Not to hurt, but it'll probably leave a mark for a second.
"Sorry, must answer this." She fumbles in her pocket, and draws out an utterly ancient
mobile phone, a flip phone, probably older than she is. She holds it up to her ear, "YES?" She calls
out loudly, and lets off a series of german sentences. It sounds quite heated, "Sorry, Teagan." As
she flips it closed with a 'click'. "I must go. Important." She steps forward, "Thank you for the
clothes, really. I'll pay you back somehow," She looks uncertain of how to end the exchange, frowns
to herself, raises her hand in a tentative motion... and ruffles Teagan's hair. "You've a good
soul." She compliments, and starts to make a hasty exit.
"Don't make me make it a habit." she threatens playfully. Teagan recoils a bit after the
high five, and shakes her hand to make it sting less. Managing to smile through the pain she
responds: "This was me paying you back, don't get it mixed up. But-" She's interrupted by Saskia
deciding to ruffle her hair up. "Hey!" is the last word she gets in before Saskia runs off.