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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Gladiolus Amicitia | OTA

[piercetheheart]

[Look Gladio is hardly one for shirts without the requirement of duty. Even so, he does grab one or two heavy flannel shirts for protection from the tug and scrape of branches the next time he needs to go into the more foreboding parts of the wilderness. It would've been nice to have them on Ziziphus because he can't bring himself to damage his Kingsglaive uniform.

Mostly he's digging around for as many pairs of cargo shorts as he can find. And socks. Some fucking socks.

Eventually he does find a tank top that is just the cut he usually likes so he slips it on and continues digging. When he finds another similarly themed tank top he plucks it up and turns to the nearest person and holds it up.]

Think Iggy would kill me if I forced this on him?

[Look he's been here long enough that he kind of assumes Ignis knows everyone.]

[crosslaced]

[Laurent is perched within earshot, surveying his kingdom. He hadn’t done much of anything, but the idea was pitched by him and now behold, the Constituency of Clothesville. He’s changed into new clothes, and picking out scraps of displaced lace or ribbons with unusual keenness.

It's uncertain if Gladio wants his input, but listen. Messing with Ignis is something he can still parttake in, guiltlessly.]

Possibly. The words shouldn’t be a problem... he’ll feel the sleevelessness, though. You could pair it with a coat.

[piercetheheart]

We're on a tropical island.

[He says this while appraising Laurent's new attire. It's a little feminine but it's cute and so much lighter than the stuffy things he's been wearing.]

Even you're showing off your arms a little. I think I can convince him to settle for a tank top at least around the house and so long as we still have some sunscreen.

[crosslaced]

Then what was that question for?

[If Gladio already thinks he has it covered. Laurent tuts lightly, though not with any real vitriol, and starts searching the piles in earnest. He thought he saw that some time ago…. aha, there it is. He fishes out a mesh jacket. ]

There’s this. He can go braving the elements and you could still see his arms.

[Ah, wait. He pauses to also pick up a small bundle of faux feathers, likely fallen from some fancy outfit, and fiddles with them in his free hand thoughtfully.]

[piercetheheart]

I don't think he'd be so good with the writing maybe.

[But then Laurent finds that jacket and Gladio snorts, immediately grinning at the very suggestion.]

Not a chance in hell but I'm sure we could convince Prom to wear it.

[crosslaced]

Perhaps he’ll get female attention at last.

[His voice is teasing enough to suggest that he isn’t serious as he throws the jacket over. ]

Why not? Ignis swears by ‘let’s love each other and not hate’. There isn’t even an euphemism for lovemaking.

[As he speaks, Laurent works his way back to his original spot with nymph-like grace. He settles back down, props his bare feet up, and picks up… an old-looking sunhat. But the worst of it is that the otherwise plain hat seems to have several bits of frou-frou pinned on- a scrap of bright blue fabric, a string of plastic bells. The blonde, shamelessly magpie-like, starts fitting the feathers on experimentally.]

[piercetheheart]

[Okay the hat building thing that's happening right now is adorable. Good job Laurent. But the comment makes him tilt his head a little confused before-]

Oh... oh you don't know what the rainbow means, do you?

[shatteredlenses]

[After getting several opinions on his question, Gladio is going to turn and find that the next person he's planning on asking is the person he probably should have started with in the first place. Ignis has a few articles of clothing tossed over his shoulder--including what looks to be a couple pairs of rather distressed jeans--and has his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He's trying his best to look irritated, but the small smile curling the corners of his lips clearly gives away his amusement with the situation.]

I don't know, would I? Is it a sensible color, preferably with buttons, and covering more skin than you do on a regular basis?

[piercetheheart]

[Ahahahah-

Oops]

Ha- uh hey Igs.

[He actually sounds a little embarrassed.]

It's a black tank top so it's a little uh... showy? for you but it's.... cute.

[So it kinda covers two of three? Shut up he kinda wants to put his boyfriend in Pride gear even though Ignis wouldn't be caught dead wearing this kind of thing back home.]

[shatteredlenses]

[It's that clear embarrassment that keeps Ignis from being angry. He knows Gladio means well even if their ideas of 'meaning well' don't always line up.

With a sigh that really comes nowhere near actually sounding put upon, Ignis moves to settle next to Gladio and holds out a hand.]

Let me see this cute, skin baring monstrosity you've found.

[piercetheheart]

[The fact that Ignis comes to him is reassurance enough that he's not actually in trouble. Gladio leans over to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, offering up the edge of the shirt. See? Just t-shirt material.

And then he lays it out in front of them, taking Ignis' hand and tracing his fingertips over the lettering.]

The 'O' is a heart... a rainbow striped heart.

[shatteredlenses]

Hmm...how cheerful.

[His tone is contemplative as his fingers move over the wording. The whole shirt isn't covered in rainbows at least. It's something.]

I can hardly object to the sentiment.

[You know, if he were the kind to wear shirts with sayings on them.]

[piercetheheart]

Apparently there's a thing... um... in some of the other worlds?

[He reaches around Ignis to trace his own fingers over the heart again.]

Rainbows represent uh... LGBTQ Pride.

[And Iggy is so private he can't help thinking he'd disapprove of wearing something so.... blatant.]

[scourgingstars]

One can only hope.

[Deadpan sarcasm was, admittedly, a step up from outright snarling at him.]

[piercetheheart]

[It's progress? How long lived that progress will be is up in the air, as always.]

What, there's nothing in all this mess you wouldn't like to see him in?

[A wry smile. Come on Ardyn, they can at least agree that Ignis is beautiful, right?]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn rolled his eyes under his hat, Hresvelgr poking at the nearest pile of clothes wit her beak curiously.]

I can't say I'm interested.

[piercetheheart]

[He takes a moment, digging through the pile a bit. Ardyn might think he's letting things go, except that it's Gladio so like hell he's going to drop it.

So a moment later there's a pair of tiny black shorts sailing towards Ardyn and Gladio just grins. You know you like it Ardyn, don't lie.

Huh, seems like there's text on the ass?

Squeeze Me]

[scourgingstars]

What--

[He caught it rather than phase out of the way on reflex, giving Gladio the most deadpan look known to mankind once he'd looked the shorts over.]

Lucky you, this isn't enough fabric to throttle someone with.

[piercetheheart]

His ass is fantastic and even you can't deny that much.

[Seriously, Ardyn. You can't. Don't even try.

Look he's trying to be friendly dammit.]

[savedbyasong]

Does he hate rainbows?

[Not only does Shion lack the context to understand this top he also cannot read what it says.

He's mostly trying not go look at it because looking at anything that has words on it, to have to confront what's been taken from him is panic enduring and he's trying to not break down in the middle of everyone.]

He wouldn't kill you anyways. He loves you.

[piercetheheart]

No but they are... symbolic.

[He bites his lip, shrugs a little, almost apologetic, and looks back down at the shirt. Sorry Shion, he's not even noticing the text bit.]

I can't imagine he'd be cool with advertising that he's gay.

[savedbyasong]

[Rainbows are symbolic? It was strange that people would turn a meteorological phenomenon into a symbol but he nodded, wondering what they symbolised.]

Gay... Ceej uses that word sometimes. [And he had thought he had figured out the meaning from context. Context was difficult as it was mostly dream memories of a world that had never existed. Maybe he had been wrong... All he really knew that Connor used it to mean something different than how Shakespeare had.]

I thought it just meant that you loved men. If you were a man. Perhaps women if you are a woman? [As opposed to the other? He had assumed men who loved women were who Connor had meant by The Straights TM but that sounded more like a Connor thing than a real thing.]

Why would he want to keep that hidden? [And if it was a secret then Ignis was doing a terrible job of keeping it.]

[piercetheheart]

It does. Women that like other chicks are lesbians. And if you're an equal opportunity flirt, like me, then it's bi... sexual. [Yes, the whole word not just bi even though it's usually just bi. HOW IS HE EXPLAINING THIS AGAIN!?]

We worked for the crown. Some people think it's not okay, disapprove for whatever stupid reason. We couldn't risk doing anything that might reflect badly on the Prince. No matter how slight or stupid. So I kept my flirting to ladies and Iggy just never expressed interest in anyone. It's different here and really it's different back home too, just because of the time that's passed for me.

So I dunno, maybe he won't mind wearing it here.

[savedbyasong]

[Automatically he gets out his notebook and a pencil to write all of this down before he realises he can't. His breath catches in his throat but he forces past it. He won't panic. Not again.

It's fine, it's not like he won't remember everything Gladio tells him anyways.] So it was considered acceptable for you to flirt with women but not men? [Gladio and Ignis' world is a strange one but then he guesses... in the books he's read romance was mostly, if not always between men and women.

However no one he had ever met from any world had ever... disapproved of love of any kind. No one had disapproved of Diarmuid and Waver getting married. No one had disapproved of his love for Rat... Well that was not true but Reno disapproved for different reasons still misguided but it was not that Rat was male.] Perhaps... You should ask him.

[piercetheheart]

[He notices that hesitation but he assumes it's just Shion deciding Gladio talking about weird sexuality quirks from his world isn't worth taking notes on. For now at least.]

To a point, yeah. I mean... I was expected to marry someone with at least decent lineage and pop out a couple babies by now. [He sighs, a little wistful, looking back down at the shirt, fingers tracing over the heart. As much as he doesn't like the idea of arranged marriages he'd had enough freedom if things hadn't gone to shit...]

Carry on the Amicitia line, y'know? [But he was already getting so old, especially for someone in such a dangerous line of work. Maybe he just wasn't destined to be a dad, no matter what Ignis said to the contrary.]