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

[tuskenlancer]

[ She's just saying. ]

Throwing knives is a long-range option.

[counterblows]

Until you run out, sure.

[The bottom line is that you simply shouldn't run out of knives, in theory, but what kind of strategy is that?]

[tuskenlancer]

It's easier to retrieve knives than spent ammo.

[counterblows]

You're the worst. You're the kind of person that brings knives to gun fights.

[Though Felix did bring a sword to a gun fight, and that was working out pretty well in his favor.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Well, it's true. She shrugs. ]

If you're good enough, a knife is all you need.

[ And if you're not, you end up with an axe in your gut - but she's not thinking about that. Not right now. ]

[counterblows]

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]

Yeah, until the other person brings an energy sword.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Okay, he has a point there. But... ]

How many people with energy swords have you seen on Enso?

[counterblows]

[Well. None. But, but the point, the point there is - ]

There are at least two that could show up. Probably.

[tuskenlancer]

I'll take my chances.

[counterblows]

["Your funeral" would be in bad taste.]

I'll make a note of it: you can never have too many knives.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Very bad taste. Good job restraining yourself, Wash.

CT nods in (mostly) mock approval, and grins at him. ]

Congratulations. You've just taken the first step towards enlightenment.

[counterblows]

Hilarious.

[Oh, look. He found something incredibly fitting for this conversation, which he bunches up and tosses to her.]

Suits you.

[tuskenlancer]

Oh my god.

[ She stares, actually recoiling a little just at the color, at the...everything. But...well. She can't refuse it now, right? So she grins, carefully folding the sweater up to take home with her. ]

It's gotta get cold here sometime, right?

[ Sometimes, even an ugly sweater is better than no sweater at all. ]

[counterblows]

Presumably we have regular seasons like anywhere else. What is it right now, August?

[He thinks. There's a calendar near the community rock, but he doesn't make a habit of checking very often.]

[tuskenlancer]

Yeah. It's August.

[ Because she'd gotten here in June, and people arrive at the beginning of the month, and there have been two months since then. Two opportunities for Varric to arrive. Two more months that he hadn't.

She glances up at Wash, shaking her head. ]

Yeah, but we're on an archipelago. It's not gonna snow or anything.

[ Unless a magical snow island suddenly appears. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised. ]

[counterblows]

Maybe. I don't know if we can count on regular weather, between everything...else.

[The islands appearing from the fucking ocean floor. The magic dream storytelling sessions. The green pools of water that take them where they need to go.]

[You know, everything else.]

[tuskenlancer]

That's true. Good thing I have this sweater, then.

[ A beat, and then she glances sidelong at Wash, an alarmingly mischievous look in her eye. ]

We better find one for you, too.

[counterblows]

Oh, so we can match? What'd you have in mind?

[He is dubious, to say in the least, that there's anything with an appropriately thematic patterning slapped on it, but who knows? Maybe he can be surprised.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Oh ye of little faith.

CT raises an eyebrow at him, and then turns away without a word, starting to dig through the piles of clothing. It takes her a while, but she's not about to let herself get discouraged here.

Eventually, she turns back to Wash, a look of wicked glee on her face as she holds out sweatshirt. ]

What about this one?

[counterblows]

That's hideous.

[THANKS, HE HATES IT. He's actually kind of impressed with how Much one shirt can have all over it. The knife patterning was at least semi-tasteful. But this is just...]

[Does "visual diarrhea" accurately cover it?]

And not very tactical and we're trained space marines.

[tuskenlancer]

[ 'Semi-tasteful' might be pushing it when it comes to her knife sweater, but he's not wrong about this one. CT just shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she turns back to the clothes. ]

Fine, fine. Give me a minute.

[ And sure enough, a minute or two later, she turns to Wash in triumph once more, proudly holding up another sweatshirt. ]

This one!

[counterblows]

Does the Storyteller really like cats? I feel like they must really like cats - oh my god, it's camo.

[His vein of thought is immediately diverted when he lays eyes on this...this...divine fucking monstrosity. But, contrary to his reaction earlier, Wash seems bizarrely, shockingly delighted.]

I can't believe this exists.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Jackpot. She shoves it into his hands, as proud as she's been in...well, a while. ]

I think it must've been made especially for you.

[ It's even his color. She's practically bouncing up and down with glee. ]

Try it on!

[counterblows]

[You know, he's already wearing this ridiculous shit. He might as well go the whole hog here.]

You're lucky that everything else I could find looks just as stupid.

[But, fine. He shucks off his new jacket, yanks the dumb sweater over his head, and...god, it looks even worse when he's wearing it.]

It definitely, uh, makes a statement.

[tuskenlancer]

It looks fantastic.

[ It doesn't. But...it fits? And, honestly, it could be worse. ]

You have to keep it.