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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[tuskenlancer]

[ Oh, Carolina. CT shakes her head, trying not to smile. ]

No, there aren't rules, it's just...never mind.

[ She tosses the pizza shirt aside with a shrug. ]

There's gotta be something here that isn't awful.

[ Right?? ]

[uptightness]

[A quizzical look, although Carolina does let it pass, not pressing to drill a response out of her as to what CT means by that. She supposes that she should just be thankful that there is something. She's not Donut and she's not going to go strutting around nude. Armor and black suit are about her two wardrobe choices.]

Maybe at the bottom of the pile with my luck.

[tuskenlancer]

I guess we better keep digging, then.

[ The armor's temperature-regulated, at least, but it's still not the ideal wardrobe for a tropical island. And if even Wash is willing to give in and start wearing civvies instead of living in his suit, they can't let Carolina be the only one still walking around in full armor.

She starts sorting through the clothes with renewed intent, frowning at most of what she finds and tossing it aside. Finally, she grabs up a shirt with a hopeful expression - the right color, no visible writing - only for her face to fall when she sees how short it is. ]

...I guess this is a no, huh.

[uptightness]

[Retirement, as it is, has offered her a bit of variation in what she does. Not exactly a need to wear their suits all the time. Easier said than done, as it is a second skin.

And, at the end of the day, she'll make due with what she finds. It wouldn't be the first time and she doubts it will be the last. Not like she's trying to win any beauty contests.

Fuchsia colour. Lime green. Soft pink.

No. No. And no.

Her gaze does flicker to the shirt she's holding, and it's not a bad colour, but-]

Looks like someone forgot the rest of it.

[tuskenlancer]

[ It sort of does, actually. CT fights back a grin, lowering the shirt back down. ]

Maybe you can find some really, really high-waisted pants to go with it.

[uptightness]

Or... pass.

[Because no thanks. She might not be a fashionista, but crop top and high waisted pants? Sounds like a disaster on so many levels.]

Whatever happened to sensible pants and a t-shirt. Something that's going to move and not stand out like a big neon sign.

[tuskenlancer]

You might stand out less in this crowd if you're wearing something like that.

[ She's just saying. No one else seems to be having any better luck, after all. ]

There has to be something somewhere, though...

[uptightness]

That- well, that is true. Equal opportunity attire.

[Carolina can't argue that fact. It doesn't seem like any one person has been able to find something that isn't out there, that isn't bright and colourful, that isn't covered in some animal or logo.

Finding something black, she tugs, and it is a t-shirt, not too wildly patterned...]

Doable...

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT glances at the shirt and fights to keep her expression neutral. It's definitely not anything she would have suggested to Carolina. Still...she can't deny that it's better than most of the options here. ]

That one's nice.

[ Is that the right word? Good enough. She turns back, digging through in search of pants to go with it, and finds a pair of jeans. ]

Umm...

[uptightness]

[It looks like it can be turned inside out to make a decent enough t-shirt. No strangeness on it, no odd words, no jokes that she doesn't understand, or funky colours that clash with her hair (because while not a deal breaker, it is something).

Her eyes are dragged away, before gawking.]

Could use the t-shirt you had to patch it up.

[tuskenlancer]

[ It's an idea. CT looks at the jeans thoughtfully, then down at the shirt she'd set aside. ]

Do you know how to sew?

[uptightness]

[Wounds are like fabric, right?]

Uh, it might not be pretty.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Right. She can't help smiling a little at the mental image of Carolina patching up clothes like she'd stitch up a wound in the field.

She shrugs, and holds out both the jeans and the rejected shirt. ]

It's worth a shot, right?

[uptightness]

Maybe. You have two components. But the other two? Needle and thread?

[Otherwise this whole scenario is pretty moot. She'd gotten a hunting knife, so she can cut, but not like a bar of soap will do anything, or a box of matches.]

[tuskenlancer]

Someone probably has something.

[ CT sure doesn't, but this can't be the first time someone on the island has needed to do some mending. ]

You could ask on the messageboard. Or over the stones.

[uptightness]

Hn. I'll keep that in mind.

[It had been a random assortment of items that Carolina had showed up with. Maybe someone had gotten a sewing kit. Not that she personally has ever carried one, but she can see the benefit of it.

She'd personally stick with her knife though.]