[Mini-Mingle] A Shopping Trip

[henchgal]

Given that those who're staying at the ADI housing are getting a clothing allowance, Meredith has taken it upon herself to organize a shopping trip to the Marshalls at Gloucester Crossing. The store is full of surprising deals, and a wide enough variety of clothing that people of all genders might find something interesting. There's even some of the new fall selections in stock already.

While Meredith's been sure to grab those who obviously need a little help, and those who'll obviously enjoy the chance to get out of ADI territory, everyone's welcome to come along for the trip.

(ooc: feel free to tag around with one another as well as me, this is just a fun way to introduce our characters to one another)

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Meredith Idlewild - OC

[henchgal]

For her own part, Meredith gravitates toward the business casual attire, making sure she's well-outfitted for the office with neutral skirts and slacks that'll mix and match with blouses in a few different colors. Despite the fact that she walks with a cane, she's relatively energetic as she flits around the store, offering an opinion on a shirt here, pointing out a display of sweaters there, helping someone find a bargain over by there.

Perhaps she's asking your character if they've seen any ankle boots in the shoe section, or debating between a pair of blouses. Or perhaps you've asked her for help she's glad to offer. Today, at least, there's no worry on her face.

[ployboy]

Marshalls doesn't sell Brioni.

Which is fine, and totally something that Tim knew, and it seriously doesn't matter, but it's... weird, anyway. It's weird because he might have literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed today, trying to will himself to face this entirely mundane field trip with good spirits. The store is decently packed, and Tim had given the sliding doors one last mournful look before trudging inside.

He wants a car.

But jeans and sneakers will have to do.

Eventually he floats back to Meredith, almost entirely on accident. (It's not his fault the aisles can get so crowded.) Tim resists the boyish urge to bump her. He raises a brow. "I'm obligated to inform you that you have your eyes on a ridiculous amount of khaki."

[henchgal]

"Not just khakis. Greys and blacks as well. Good neutrals that can go with anything, that's the secret to making a limited wardrobe work."

Meredith is leaning on the cart by this point, the cane resting in the basket.

"This is an oasis of normalcy for me."

[lowficharm]

This is at least a slightly normal thing, after being dropped in to another universe. He's not really sure what this store is, and isn't necessarily keen on being too far from his partner, but they're going to need more clothes than the absolutely beat up stuff they arrived in. For all things jeans are durable against, they can only take so many apocalypses.

He ends up close to Meredith just because it seems like she's talking to everyone, and that makes him look a little less weird talking to her. "You, uh-- you sure seem to know a lot about this place. Do they have one of these back where you come from?" He gestures vaguely in the air, as if that helps somehow to make him sound less like a fool.

[henchgal]

"A Marshalls? Yeah. Discounted name-brand, usually overstock or clothes out of season. They're great for situations like this, where price and presentation both matter, at least a little."

Meredith nods, glancing at Martin. There's a pause, as she tries to decide if the question is rude or not. "Pardon the presumption, but I really am curious--are you from the UK, or is your accent from another world and the translation thing is only making it sound that way?"

[abrightboy]

Reading through the information on the clothing allowance, Malcolm looks over at Meredith. "I'm not sure how this clothing allowance is actually supposed to allow us to buy clothes."

It might buy a button from one of his usual bespoke suits.

[henchgal]

"There's a reason we're here at Marshalls. Be glad I didn't decide to round everyone up for a trip to Goodwill instead. Or the Salvation Army." At least these clothes are brand new, and brand name.

Meredith holds up a blouse to the light to see how sheer it is. "Besides, if we earn bonuses for missions, you can save up for nicer stuff with a little effort. Right?"

ren amamiya | persona 5

[forethinking]

(Ren just happens to have been checking out the area, completely unaware that this was an outing for the newcomers. Well, perhaps the commotion of a group of people gives him that much information, and he smiles as he leaves one of the changing booths with a complete different look from what he arrived in - no longer in a v-neck and blazer, but instead, in a comfortable red sweater and darker jeans.

He likes it! Ren gives himself a confident nod on the mirror before he leaves, accidentally bumping on whoever was about to enter the newly emptied booth. Oops. He's not doing great on the clumsiness as of late.)

... I'm sorry!

[henchgal]

[Meredith steps back, trying to make sure she doesn't accidentally trip him with her cane in the process.] No, no, probably my fault. Are you alright?

[forethinking]

I wasn't looking.

(He was mostly scanning the place for a larger mirror to see the entire outfit. He doesn't have it in him to buy it now, but he keeps the style in the back of his mind for when he does have money he'd like to spend on shopping.)

Are you new?

(Considering he's seen her walking around with others, helping out and such.)

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn bumps her head against the doorway, surprised by being collided with. Ow. She goes to numb that pain before remembering her lack of powers. Ugh.]

No need to apologize. Just... watch where you're going, I guess?

Mercy Graves | OC

[graveyounglady]

"What about ten?" Mercy holds the shirt with a price tag that very clearly reads $29.99 on it up to the perplexed-looking store clerk.

"That-that's not- I'm sorry, that's not on sale right now."

"Oh, come on," the young woman wheedles, flashing a smile and a wink. "How about this? I'll throw in some of this dried basil I got." She pulls out a small leather pouch from her haversack, setting that on the counter. "It's been blessed by the Spring Tide, sure as you like."

The clerk stares at her, and just... continues staring. Mercy does not back down, just shakes the bag of herbs lightly. Someone may want to save this poor person.

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn always finds it funny watching people from Fallinel or Highcourt deal with these Solisian stores.]

You know, if you want to rob them, you can just whip out a knife. You have money, yes?

[henchgal]

Meredith swoops in like a three-legged owl on wings of purpose, come to the rescue.

"The prices here are set, there's really no room to haggle, unfortunately." Her tone is placating, and she offers a toothy smile to both the clerk and to Mercy.

[heavenchained]

Misguided and displaced though Mercy is, Toji likes the way she thinks.

Still, he has to laugh at the audacity.

"What's the Spring Tide? Something where you come from?" he remembers hearing something about that, maybe when he'd first arrived ... Does he know this woman? Eh, doesn't matter. He pushes a couple bills up onto the counter at the clerk, who seems all too grateful for his stepping in.

As much as Toji loves money, he loves someone being in his debt even more.

Aelwyn Abernant | Dimension 20

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn jumped at the chance to go shopping. It's one of her favourite things to do.

She is going through a selection of shirts she deems as nice. They're button-up, very dark academia, and she seems lost in thought. She'll get her party clothes a bit later, when there aren't full adults here to judge her. She'll turn to whoever's closest, raise a black shirt with little floral decorative seams on the collar.]

Thoughts?

[trailertrapped]

[Zoe startles, not having expected anyone to talk to her on this little trip—but then, why wouldn't they? Kind of a silly thought on her part, honestly. But she's impressed!]

Looks nice. Nicer'n somethin' I could ever pull off... Honestly, uh, I feel like I should be the one askin' you for advice, here.

[lowficharm]

[Martin's not really talking to too many people out here, more intent on getting soemthing he needs and getting out, until he's very suddenly addressed. His head whips up before he realizes exactly who it is talking to him, resisting the urge to point at himself to confirm and hoping she's not talking to someone just to his left.]

Uhm, it's... nice? Simple, but uhm, if-- if that's your thing.

Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[marmoron]

[ considering this guy walked into marshall's wearing a full on spacesuit? yeah. keith's in dire need of a few outfits that aren't going to draw as much attention.

for better or for worse (worse lbr), keith is looking for casual clothe similar to the ones he favored back in his home world. so while this means he's got a cart full of very boring black and grey t-shirts and pants, he can also be found perusing the jacket section and eyeing up lovely (?) designs such as this. the boots he's eyeing are at least.. arguably less tragic.

intervene? help him actually find better clothes? ask him why the heck he's wearing space battle armor?

or alternatively, while you're standing in line at the cash register, he'll turn to your character and ask somewhat flatly: ]

This place anything like your home?

[henchgal]

It's a lot like my home. Smaller city, but the world is very similar. Right level of technology, give or take a few mad geniuses. The...everything we're here to deal with is new, though.

[Meredith eyes the contents of Keith's cart, gaze lingering on the boots.]

Those are going to stand out a lot here, for the record. You'll draw attention.

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn will watch him pick at the jacket, look at him, look at the jacket.]

Oh, honey, no. Just no.

Thackery Binx | Hocus Pocus | ota

[twistedbones]

Coming along to the shop was a stupid mistake. He doesn't have need of any clothing--he's told that the human illusion, on top of the boon of actually looking like his true face, comes fully dressed (no one's been able to quite describe the clothing to him--anyone who looks at him just sees him wearing something nondescript enough not to catch particular notice or stick in their memory). And what more is there? He's lived three hundred years without buying anything, and he honestly doesn't know what he'll do with the money he has now. For all his observation of the people around him as the decades dragged by, this is one area he hasn't kept up on.

Which is why he'd been curious enough to tag along. He's become something of a people-watcher in his long life, and most stores would chase out a stray cat, or worse, call animal control. This is a new opportunity to see how normal people live their lives.

Right now he's definitely not looking normal himself. It's disconcerting being constantly acknowledged--or rather, a point about five feet above his head being acknowledged and addressed. Looking for a brief reprieve from the onslaught of unaccustomed social demand, he's slipped under the merchandise into the center of a round clothes rack. Normally that would be a perfectly serviceable hiding spot; he's a little addled right now and hasn't taken into account that it definitely looks like a teenage boy is sitting in wait under a bunch of dresses in the women's petites section--not a good look. At least one or two normal shoppers have noticed; unless someone more understanding intervenes, he's liable to get hauled out by security.

[henchgal]

Meredith is (fortunately or not, it's hard to say) glancing at that rack, when she notices there's a person in there. Yelping, she stumbles backwards, clutching her cane defensively.

"What are you doing down there?"

takashi shirogane ( voltron )

[earthshine]

(a.1)

[ alright. so shiro has his tiny shopping cart, with a stylish vest, some plain tees and a few pants with far too many pockets. functionality is more important than fashion okay. speaking of which, he needs to find himself some boots… in summer. heading off for that section, they see me rollin’ one might hear him wheeling by, because of course he has the shopping cart with the busted front roller that squeals something awful as it constantly pulls left. calm as ever, shiro pays it no mind… ]

(a.2)

[ … until he glances left and sees what section he’s currently passing. he lets the cart win then and abruptly turns, heading down the aisle of toiletries. this is where one might find him, squinting at the slew of pumpkin-themed liquid soaps. meet me at the pumpkin patch, pumpkin chai, pumpkin spice, spiced pumpkin -- wait, aren’t those last two the same thing?

pumpkin spice in one hand and spiced pumpkin in the other, he looks between the two, before glancing to the person browsing nearby and asks -- ]

… What month is it again?

[ excuse him, but he’s been in space for over two years now. between that and how things have been chaotic since arriving… here, it’s very likely he has his dates mixed up. it’s just -- this is a lot of pumpkin for what he thought was summer.

also yes. let the record show he is dressed like a blended power ranger spaceman. so if it is near halloween, maybe this is good?? ]

(a.3)

[ on that subject -- space. he’s very squinty whenever he’s outside, he should pick up some sunglasses. so, eventually, shiro is at the shades tower, thumbing the column round and round. eventually, he plucks up a pair of aviators and fits them on. mirror, mirror, where’s a mirror -- ah ha!

there’s someone standing in front of it already and with him being a good two yards behind, as well as a head taller, he’s able to get a decent enough glance at himself to think sold, these glasses will do. he flashes a smile at the other person in the mirror and gives a friendly -- ]

Don’t mind me. [ a beat and just because he’s a sweet bean -- ] Cute hat by the way. You thinking about getting it?

a.3

[henchgal]

[Meredith doesn't turn, instead looking at the Shiro in the mirror, making eye contact that way.]

I don't think so. I don't really need a fedora in my life here, as cute as it is. Wardrobe staples first. Work skirts and slacks, blouses, maybe one set of pajamas...

[Finally, she grabs her cane and turns around, looking Shiro up-and-down briefly. Considering him, really.]