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[Mini-Mingle] A Shopping Trip

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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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.

(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!

"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 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?

[ 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?

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.

(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?

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Meredith Idlewild - OC

ren amamiya | persona 5

Mercy Graves | OC

Aelwyn Abernant | Dimension 20

Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender

Thackery Binx | Hocus Pocus | ota