[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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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!"