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.

Comments

Keith | Ota

[thermalwind]

[People are coming back and he doesn't need to stick to his Paladin armor all the time. His old clothes don't fit. They're so tight on him, one flex...no. He's found battered dark jeans in the pile. He claimed a few pairs and fishes out a shirt with Top Cat centered in the middle of a logo stylized to look like aviation wings.

He always likes to have an all-purpose hoodie or coat. Some searching turns up a black zip-up hoodie with a cat paw print in purple over the heart. He pulls it on, clips his Bayard on one side and a red one on the other. When he finally sees Lance he'll hand him back his weapon.

Keith stretches and misses that the hoodie hood has cat ears on it.]

[thegoofball]

[Naturally, the cat ears are the first thing Lance zeroes in on.

It's so unlike Keith, even if everything else fits that frumpy, edgy Look Keith has going for him. The cat ears are just...cute.

The same can not be said for Keith, now that Lance can actually get a proper look at him. The last time he actually saw the other paladin...

Well.

He'd rather not think about it.

He makes his way over to Keith, a similar hoodie in hand, and when he's close enough he reaches to tug at one of those little ears.]

[thermalwind]

[He stumbles back with a short, sharp yelp of surprise. It makes his shirt pull tight across his chest.] Hey!

[At the sight of Lance, he twists and reaches down to grab the red bayard. He unclips it and holds it out to him.]

Welcome back. I kept it safe just like I promised.

[thegoofball]

[When did he get so...ripped? Geez.

He blinks at the bayard, before taking it. The short's he's grabbed and changed into don't really have a place to put them - but they do have SELKIE across the backs so #worthit - so he ends up awkwardly holding it.

He turns it over in his hands, before looking up and giving Keith a wry smile.]

[thermalwind]

[He blinks. Lance constantly talks. When he isn't talking he's focused on his tasks. He offers an awkward smile back.]

I uh. How much do you remember about what I told you before you... [He rubs at the back of his neck and looks more awkward. Before you died is not what he wants to say.]

Before you let me guard your Bayard.

[thegoofball]

[Everything about Keith is awkward, so that's about to be expected.

And now Lance really needs to put his charade skills to the task. He gestures at Keith, before holding his hands apart and moving them up and down in a wobbly line, kind of in the way a pervy old man would do when describing a woman's curves.

That...might. Help. He remembers most things, he thinks, at least about Keith mentioning he went back home.]

[thermalwind]

[...

He has no idea what the hell Lance is trying to explain. It looks really suspect and shady. Keith makes talky motions with one hand and points at Lance. He spreads his hands apart and looks puzzled.

Why no talk, buddy?] I...don't get it. Did you lose your voice?

[thegoofball]

[He's trying his best, Keith! He's trying so hard.

But at least Keith has picked up on the important thing, which is Lance can't quiznacking talk anymore. He nods, vigorously.]

[thermalwind]

Can you still write? [Charades isn't his best skill. His best skills are violent but that's a thought for another day.]

That would be easiest if you can. If you can't its fine. We'll figure something out.

[thegoofball]

[Come on, Keith. Are you really asking him if he can write?

When would he have learned that information?! When he was a bush?! (He doesn't understand how this whole revival thing works, alright?)

So, instead of a definitive answer, he shrugs.]

[thermalwind]

[He sighs and reaches for Lance's arm. If he gets a hold on him he tugs him towards the temple entrance.]

Come on, let's go outside and see. I know a good spot to write in relative peace.