CLOTHING ADVENTURES

[lightlessfuture]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.


There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

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Héctor | OTA

[vagabone]

[He's been poking through the pile purely out of curiosity, with no real desire to take anything for himself... until he finds some shirts with writing on. Funny writing.

And now he's so, so conflicted. It's not his treasured purple vest. Purple always reminds him of someone very special, and that makes up for all the rattiness in the world. It's also far too big around for a skeleton.

But it's hilarious.]

[uptightness]

[Clothing isn't something that Carolina has given much thought to. Wearing her armor suit, it generally negates any reason to have something else. It's been a second skin to her, a protection, a shield, perhaps.

It's because of Wash that she is even here, and yes, she realizes that sporting around her black body suit likely isn't the best route to go. Still, the attire... Well, she may snort at a few of the pieces. Beggars can't be choosers, but neon green and red hair? No thanks.

It is a double take that she does do though, and is that- yes. Yes it does appear to be so... A moving skeleton. There is that dubious look that flashes over her face, and she might end up staring a few minutes longer than intended.]

[vagabone]

[A moving skeleton with hair and eyeballs and eyelids to go with everything else. Yep. He is very real and very there, happily digging through a pile of clothing for more shirts to laugh at. He holds up another, spreading it out so he can read it and snorts. And... yeah, he'll turn it around so she can see, totally oblivious as to why she's staring.]

It's so dumb.

[That's what makes it great.]

[uptightness]

[It is away from the walking, talking skeleton that she looks, because talking rabbits, why not talking bones? No one else seems to find it out of the ordinary, although she has to wonder if he is common where ever he comes from.

Fake? Although how would someone fake that... She can see right through him to the other side.

But her forehead furrows as she regards the shirt he's found. It's... not frilly or odd colours, but why would anyone even bother with it? That's beyond her.]

... and someone probably had to actually pay money for that.

[vagabone]

No? You don't think it's funny? Okay, here, here.

[It's not a costume, judging by the way his bones clatter against each other. One of the other shirts he's claimed is costume-ish, though. It's definitely in his top five so far.]

I think this one really suits me!

[uptightness]

[Okay. So maybe, just maybe, that does earn a soft amused snort from Carolina. But it does draw a curious question from her in response.]

Do you even get cold?

[vagabone]

No? It's the middle of summer.

[Oh. Right. The skeleton thing again. Har har.]

You don't want me walking around with nothing on, all indecent, come on.

[uptightness]

[And, she's not entirely certain what the answer actually is as to whether he feels cold, but she's also not going to push it. She doesn't know him well enough to gauge his replies.]

Of course not. That wasn't what I was suggesting.

[vagabone]

So what were you suggesting?

[If not 'skeletons wearing clothes like they're people is stupid'...]

[uptightness]

I've never met anyone like you. I guess it's whether you actually need to worry? That is, can you just wear shorts in the middle of winter and be fine?

[Trying to remove a foot from a mouth here...]

[vagabone]

Right, right, you've never met a dead guy. I hear that a lot lately.

[He shrugs after two seconds' thought, ribs clacking together.]

No. Nothing to worry about. It hasn't bothered me before.

[uptightness]

Is it common where you're from? I mean, the dead walking around?

[Walking, and talking, and dressing in clothes.]

If you don't mind the question.

[vagabone]

Sure. It's the land of the dead. The spirit world. No living people at all, normally.

[Not so snippy now. It's unfair of him to act that way, when almost everyone is freaked out when they first die. He wasn't any different.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet is deeply thankful to the Knight for their incredibly thoughtful gift. ...She just really, really wishes that some of her fellow castaways had any fashion sense to speak of.]

[When Hector holds up his new shirt, she just closes her eyes and shakes her head slowly, resisting the urge to laugh.]

[vagabone]

[He's put a few of his favorites aside, and he goes back to them the moment he sees her trying not to laugh. How dare you. They're hilarious, darn it!]

Hold on, wait--you like dark colors! And tea!

[Behold.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Oh dear angels.

[Yeah okay, that's it, she's gone. Muffet has officially broken into a giggle fit. It's been a long week, let her have this.]

[vagabone]

[Mission accomplished! Hooray! He laughs a little himself and tosses the silly thing at her.]

Are these really popular in the living world or something?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet catches it out of the air and rolls her eyes good-naturedly, but she does put it away in her pack instead of tossing it back into the pile.]

I believe they're fairly common among American teenagers, from what I've seen of human culture.

[vagabone]

That's great.

[He could easily be entertained for an hour digging for gems. Haha.]

Ay, I don't think I can pick just one.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Judging by the size of this pile, I don't think you need to limit yourself.

[She's a little concerned, but also genuinely impressed.]

Wherever did the Storyteller find all this, I wonder?

[vagabone]

[Who needs more than two shirts?? He does not.]

Hah, I wonder if somewhere there's a store that just got robbed by a giant bunny.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Hector, please learn to Fashion.]

Now, now- I'm certain they'd pay for the clothing they took, like a proper upstanding deity.

[vagabone]

[Fashion is for people with money who are not stranded on a nearly deserted magical island.]

That's not as funny as a robber bunny. Hey, did I ever tell you dead people rob stores too?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Oh? Do tell.

[She sounds intrigued.]

[vagabone]

Absolutely, every year, and you living people never notice. See, we can pick up some kind of weird... ghost copies... of whatever we feel like taking. And we can walk through walls, so I bet there's bank robberies going on too.

[Tons of stuff comes back across the bridges every year... but of course he's never seen how it's done on the other side, only heard about it.]

They hire people to go around with ghost vans and raid stores, after they've visited their living family. Have to get enough stuff to last a year somehow, and nobody's going to put flour or sugar out as an offering. That's boring.

[And that's called 'baiting a spiderlady', Héctor. (He knows damn well what he's saying.)]