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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Pidge | OTA (will match format, etc.)

[pidgeypidge]

For the longest time, clothing was the furthest thing from the front of her mind. Katie had liked clothes, once upon a time. The beauty of Pidge was that they were no longer as big a priority. And sure, baggy clothes and her brother's old glasses weren't really the most top-notch disguise, but they'd served their purpose. They'd allowed her access to the Garrison when Iverson had tried to keep her out. They'd forced people to form opinions of her, not based on her gender, but on her character.

Here, though, neither of those things mattered. She'd already admitted the truth to the people that mattered, and they'd accepted her anyway. Except she'd only told them part of it, and that was why the flowers had won.

But now, being presented with an entire room of options is too good an opportunity to pass up. It was definitely time for a change. And so Pidge dove in (figuratively, at least) head first. Here, too, her height and figure were an advantage because she'd always been easy to size. In the end, she settled on a pair of knee-length khaki shorts that were only a size too large and a hoodie that was too amazing to pass up.

Feel free to offer fashion advice. Or other clothing.

[thermalwind]

"Found everything you want?" Keith's voice is a little deeper than last time and his appearance is visibly older. He crouches down, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "Make sure to get pants and boots. We're coming up on winter."

Or so he's come to see. He'd arrived in the winter. He offers her a faint smile. "It's going to get pretty cold. Probably not as cold as the sun going out but, I think we lost our special chemist."

[pidgeypidge]

She'd been so focused on digging around in the clothes that the sound of that voice made her jump. And it took her a second to realize that she recognized it. Sort of. Pidge turned to glance over her shoulder and blinked at the sight of Keith. "I don't know if I'd go that far, but I did find a couple things," she admitted. And that was pretty good advice.

"I don't like the cold." But who did, honestly? "Wait. The sun went out? How does that even work?" How was that a thing?

[thermalwind]

"That's a long story. I'll tell it tonight before we all go to bed." Everyone could do with the full story. He never gets tired of telling the end of it. The rest is...stressful but that's okay. They need to know how to deal with the creatures that roam the night.

"Before it gets too much colder we can seal up any areas inside and outside that need it." Keith folds his legs under him with the clear indication he won't move for a while. "We won't feel the cold as much when we're in our armor. If at all. I didn't feel it in Marmora gear."

[pidgeypidge]

"Bedtime story sounds great." She was curious now, but the promise of hearing the full story later that night was enough to placate her. For the time being. There were a couple more important things to worry about in the meantime. Such as finding decent clothes. Unless she wanted to just keep wearing the one outfit forever.

"If there's a lot to do, we should make a list," she suggested. If nothing else, she's good with lists and keeping things organized. "That's good to know, but we probably can't just wear our armor indefinitely." Which is why it'd be smart to have warm clothes and boots.

"What about you? Did you find everything you needed?"

[thermalwind]

"Yeah." He holds up his pack by the strap. He settles it back on his shoulder. "I found all I needed and some stuff I could use to patch up anything in the future." Just a few extra shirts. They can't always wear their armor. They need it later for defending themselves against whatever comes after them.

"I saw Lance. Seems like he can't talk right now. ...anything happen to you too?" He has to ask. He has to know how to support them. If he can. The problem of the islands is sometimes...all he can do is be at their side. It's difficult to accept. His eyes flash with obvious concern.

[pidgeypidge]

"Good." That meant she wouldn't have to fling things at him. Yet. But she's honestly glad to hear it, because her fashion sense tended to be a little all over the place, and she doubted he'd appreciate any of her contributions.

The mention of Lance got her attention, though. "Oh?" And of course he'd have to ask that. "I can't lie." There's no hesitation, which isn't terribly different than speaking to her under any other, normal circumstances. Only now she can only tell the truth. "To be more specific, I can only speak the truth and write the truth. I haven't tried to think something that isn't true yet, so I don't know if that's a thing or not." And that was probably more information than he was counting on, but there it is. "Go ahead. Ask me something."

[thermalwind]

“No.” He shakes his head. There’s no need to confirm it. “I’ve seen this place’s distortions and messing with our heads in action. I won’t help it mess with you.” Price or no. He won’t do it. He stuffs his hands into his hoodie pockets. He doesn’t look like the petulant teenager like he used to.

Now he just looks like a young soldier off duty and considering a night out. “What I do need is yours and Hunk’s help in engineering a heating system for the cottage.” He hadn’t had Ember on the island. He’d let him fly freely on Enso. He whistles and a red and orange feathered bird sails into the temple singing a sweet song. The size of a large bird of prey, the Phoenix lands on his shoulder and he barely even shifts his weight. “This is Ember. He’s a Phoenix and we shelter him at night. In turn he keeps anyone near his fire pit warm. We can safely create something to distribute his sleeping heat evenly. Right?”

[pidgeypidge]

She's actually a little relieved that he doesn't feel the need to do so. Of course she knew Keith wouldn't be obnoxious about it like some other people might, but it's still comforting. "Thanks." If she's honest, though, it's even a little amusing, considering the reason she was in this predicament in the first place. She'll just have to hope that nobody asks her anything terribly specific.

He does look different, though, and it's a welcome distraction. "A heating system?" That seemed pretty straightforward. "Hunk's the engineering genius, but I'll be glad to help out in any way I can." Her eyes go a bit wide at Ember's arrival, though she's more curious than afraid. "Like a straight up bursts into flame, re-emerges from his own ashes Phoenix? That's really cool!" If she didn't know Keith as well as she did, she might've wondered if he was just messing with her. But really, that's probably the coolest thing she's seen in a while. "And yea, we should be able to figure something out."

[thermalwind]

"Yeah, he bursts into flame and everything. He hasn't turned to ashes but he's not even a year old. Seems like they take centuries to hit that point. Or eons. His mother is the sun in this reality." Ember reaches over to preen his dark hair and he lets the bird do it. He rubs under his feathered friend's chin and smiles slightly at the soft croon he gets in reply.

"We can figure something out. It's getting the supplies and probably a stone floor for the cottage. I have a lot of stories saved up I could trade in for it." Anything to help out the team. "We can check out the house and get a better feel for it later. Maybe enlist some help."

[pidgeypidge]

"That must be wild. Does he give you any advance warning, or is it just poof?" Pidge can't really decide which she'd prefer at this point, but she's mostly curious. "Wait. The literal sun?" Because even after everything they've seen that sounds just a little wild. But Keith hardly seems like the type to go around making up stories. And even she can't deny the fact that the bird is cute.

At the subject change, she grows serious again, and she nods. "Yea, we will. We're pretty smart." That's putting it mildly, but she has faith that the two of them will be able to figure this out. "That sounds like a plan. Who do you think is most likely to want to help?"