[open mingle] mandatory fashion montage

[bitch4bitch]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Clothes mountain 2.0
When: Early March onward
Where: The Storyteller’s Temple
Warnings: fashion

[Anyone who comes to the Storyteller’s Temple will find that one room has been piled high with clothes, enough for everyone and free for all! Details of what’s in there can be found here!

This is a mingle log, so just toss up your toplevels below and have fun!]

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[galrarm]

[ When he comes across the absolute mountain of clothes, he can't help but get pretty curious about what's been given to them this time. For a while, he picks through the selection and, surprisingly, comes across some clothes that just happen to fit him. ]

Wow. Pretty generous.

[semistableman]

[Bucky has never seen so many clothes before.]

This is... incredibly impressive.

[galrarm]

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Even more impressive that they've got so many different sizes here.

[semistableman]

I've never seen anything like this before.

This is... huh. An impressive use of magic, I guess is what I'd call it.

[galrarm]

[ A nod. ]

Clothes magic. Interesting and useful--I'm almost jealous.

[semistableman]

It's a lot more practical than magic you use for fighting, when you think about it.

[galrarm]

Hah, I can't deny that. Combat magic has its uses, but... making clothes? Now that's something else entirely.

[semistableman]

Right?

It's something you can use every day. Hell, it would probably change entire countries.

[counterblows]

You're welcome.

[Wash is trying to decide whether this mostly inexplicable t-shirt is worth taking back to the house since it's in good condition and also fits him, assuming he's willing to deal with...you know, what's on the front of it.]

[He donated to this pile, so he's allowed to say it.]

[galrarm]

You helped out with this, huh?

[ You know what, it's-- it's sure a t-shirt, but sometimes you just can't be picky. Besides, he can't really judge when he's holding this gem. ]

[counterblows]

I offered a few stories because the clothes I already had weren't really...great.

[Not that this batch is any better. Shiro's new duds get a brief double take, and Wash almost feels envious. Almost.]

...nice shirt.

[galrarm]

Fair enough. We've definitely got an interesting selection.

[ He chuckles quietly, holding up the shirt. ]

You too.

[counterblows]

I was hoping this time I'd get something a little less...

[He trails off as he stares at the garment in his hands, apparently at a loss for words to describe it.]

Well, I guess it was too much to hope that donating some stories would give me something normal.

[galrarm]

It's par for the course, isn't it? At least it could be worse.

We could be stuck with no clothes at all.

[counterblows]

Please don't say that. [Wash sighs, closes his eyes, and massages his brow like someone who's had to contemplate that exact scenario before.]

[This is not, strictly speaking, untrue. Someone back home had an irritating disposition to sleep naked. Despite several, repeated instances in which Wash screeched at him to do literally anything else.]

Between everything else going on, I don't want to think about it.

[galrarm]

[ Oof. ]

Duly noted. In any case... I'm sure this'll come as a relief to pretty much everyone. Especially with a literal mountain of clothes available.

[counterblows]

Assuming nothing floods in the next couple days, sure.

[Real cheery guy, this Washington fellow.]

[galrarm]

Best to stay on our toes, then.

[ honestly, that's a mood, wash. ]

Or take what we need now, mitigate the risk of loss.

[counterblows]

Or just relocate it somewhere else. No idea where, though.

[He would've thought higher ground would be the safest place to keep this stuff, but some of that water came from higher ground, so.]

[thermalwind]

Had to make sure we had stuff for everyone. [Keith says from his right, a grin on his face. He digs into the pile and locates a plain black t-shirt his own size. He reaches for the bottom of his own battered one that won’t take any more mending and is tight on him.

He pulls it off, right there. His braid hits his bare back and he shakes out the new shirt, pulling it on.]

Bout time. Was worried I was gonna have to figure something out.

[galrarm]

[ Well, Shiro isn't gonna complain about seeing a tight shirt on Keith... still, he understands that discomfort. Shiro moves over and gently pulls Keith's braid out from the back of the shirt, fingertips brushing just lightly against his neck. ]

What, you think you couldn't? [ Teasing, of course. ] And here I was just thinking how fashionable leaves could be.

[thermalwind]

[He leans back and his grin grows wider, one fang scratching across his lower lip. Shiro's touch has become a regular part of his days. He just can't imagine being without it.]

We'd need a few trees to even make you decent. [Keith laughs and smooths the edge of his shirt down, leaning up to toy with the shock of white in front of Shiro's face. His voice drops low.]

You're a big guy, you know.

Erika Fisher | OTA

[bitch4bitch]

Finally. Fucking FINALLY. Having access to only the same handful of increasingly worn-out clothes was getting pretty old, even without considering the state of undress certain others on the island were approaching.

As such, Erika is pretty damn eager to get a good look at what all they’ve ended up with here. She’s crouched among the provided clothing options, sorting through what’s there - actually sorting it, folding things up and pushing them aside by style, by size, making some kind of sense out of the chaos. It’s a rough kind of organization, of course; Erika isn’t exactly the most meticulous person. But it seems to her like a start.

Anyone who passes by has a good chance of being beckoned over, especially if they’re looking at all lost among all the clothes. “Hey, you checked out the stuff over here yet?”

[thermalwind]

“Not yet.” Keith says. His old clothes look pretty battered and patched up. He makes his way over and crouches down to inspect some of the stuff. He has gotten bigger since the first time this was here. “Lots of stuff to choose from. Good.”

Like Erika he starts to pick up and fold things, neatly stacking them like a cadet before inspection. “Let’s hope Hector selects something he likes. Seeing bare bones is a bit much on the day to day.” It’s a joke delivered with exactly his usual tones of matter of fact.

[bitch4bitch]

"Hell yeah there is. The rabbit really delivered!"

She snorts quietly as they sort through the clothes. "Please. I got something just for him, let's just hope he's willing to take it." Her voice is just, full of pain, even though she's also at least half joking.

[thermalwind]

“If he knows you have such a bone to pick with him, he probably will listen.” Keith says in his usual serious tone but a glint in his eyes gives away he knew exactly what he was doing making that joke. He locates a shirt with white lettering on it that simply says Born To Fly and grins, draping it over his shoulder.

His shirt now. He claims a plain red shirt too while he’s at it. “And there’s plenty for our bigger people?” He asks as he turns his head to look at her. “During winter we could...maybe hit my store of Phoenix feathers and down I have saved from Ember. They’re still kinda warm.”

[bitch4bitch]

"Oooh, do NOT bring puns into this!" She caught that!! But she won't stick on it for too long.

"Anyway, there's no way he doesn't know. And there should be lots of bigger clothes - found a good few over here already." She nods at one of her sorted piles of garments. "Phoenix feathers sound hella useful, too!"

Ginko | OTA

[onegreeneye]

Ginko has been keeping what clothes he had in a wearable state as best he can, but there’s only so much he can do - and it’s the first time in a while that he thinks he might have it in him to try to alter some shirts to accommodate the crystals on his back, even if he supposes he’ll need some help with that now.

Besides, right now, he’ll take any excuse he can get to leave the cottage for a while. He knows better than to try anything strenuous, of course, but if he just stays put until his arm heals he’s going to lose his mind. So, here he is.

The problem here is that it’s just… a lot. There are a lot of clothes, and Ginko knows very little about clothes, or even about what he likes to wear besides “pants” and “stuff that’s comfortable, probably”. It seems even more daunting when he’s only got one hand to sift through the options with, and keeps having to take breaks when the pain where his left arm was removed flares up beyond the background noise he’s gotten more or less accustomed to.

So, by the time he’s pulled out a few potential options, making more decisions seems a bit daunting, and it’s been so long since he’s gotten to actually wear a shirt that it suddenly seems like a much bigger choice than it should be…

And, in the end, he ends up crouched in front of a few extremely similar, loose-fitted, dull-colored shirts, frowning thoughtfully down at them like this is the hardest choice he’s ever made.

Which, at the moment, it might as well be.

tim wright | ota

[postictal]

[Tim did some donating to the big clothes heap, so he's gonna take advantage of the free fashion while he can. He's been needing some new pants for a while anyway. A few pairs of jeans, a couple sensible work boots later, and now Tim's just in it for whatever he can find for Chara. He's already located a shirt with a design that he's pretty sure is a reference he's missing but nonetheless is content to wear. He's also located a fantastic t-shirt that's kind of on the smaller side, but...hey, maybe Chara will like it.]

[You can currently find him inspecting a sweatshirt of dubious design. Or he'll come up to you and hold up an article of clothing and say something along the lines of - ]

Know anyone who'd like this?

[It's probably something questionable, concerning, or both.]