[OPEN] Clothes Shopping/Cafe Millennia Mingle

[odinpusrex]

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: Early-Mid July
WHERE: Roxx & Cafe Millennia!
WHAT: Shopping and Cafe'ing!
NOTES\WARNINGS: No warnings for now, will update as needed!

With the new haul of arrivals comes the obvious need for new clothes! After all, whatever they showed up in might not facilitate daily living, or at the very least comfort. Fortunately for everyone, new or otherwise, there is Roxx! The range of fashion available is...interesting, considering how it seems to reflect the worlds each person is from, leaving no one wanting in terms of variety. Apparently updating when new people from different worlds arrive. Pretty convenient, that. As fortunate as it is, it might also be overwhelming, depending on who you ask. But perhaps that's where others might be of help! For the fashionably challenged, there might be an angel of fashion waiting to help you out.

With it being summer, there's also swimwear to be considered, especially with the chance of pool parties in the imminent future. Some styles may seem familiar, while others outlandish by your world's standards. Just like any of the clothes really, seeing as one can find clothing that is uncomfortably close to their personal style. In fact, they might very well find their exact outfit here from the looks of it. How odd!

After all their shopping shenanigans, people might find themselves migrating over to the new cafe that Sandalphon opened called Cafe Millennia. A perfect place to continue enjoying each other's company after a fruitful bit of clothes shopping! Or maybe that's where you've started at, coffee first, shopping after. There really is no wrong way to do it!

(ooc: Hey there, just wanted to toss up a little log for people who maybe wanted to do some clothes shopping or cafe threads with the possibility of running into random people! Just some low effort shenanigans and fun! Please feel free to use this log as you see fit, make your own top levels, tag around, whatever!)

Comments

[levindicated]

The Gods are getting rather specific around here, aren't they? And anyway, I think you'll find I have plenty of personality- and I can save myself, thank you.

[Cid looks at the Hawaiian shirt to really take in "not his color". And then looks at the silk number. ]

What? What's wrong with it? I think it looks... fancy, right? Like a man with plenty of coin to his name.

[bad_habit]

No a good suit shows ya got a lot of money, this number feels like someone clingin' on t'something they ain't got anymore.

[Is it money? Is it a hot body? Either way. No silk shirts. Though he supposes that makes sense, he remembers reading somewhere long ago that certain fabrics and colours were hard to have so were reserved for those with the cash to obtain them.

But they don't have to worry about that here, and he will not let you leave with it.]

But they ain't got a tailor t'get ya sorted in a right fit for ya. Of the rack suits is garbage.

[One hand moves to his chin as two of his other hands flip through the rack in front of him with a quick ease until he finds a patterned shirt in a dark blue.]

Now this; fun, good complimentary colour, and better give for them muscles.

[levindicated]

[Cid has clearly stumbled into something with which he had little knowledge. But dressing well, blending in, looking trustworthy- these are all important bits of knowledge for any man who wants influence.]

Is that right? [He looks at the silk shirt again, applying this judgement to it.]

...Alright-

[And Cid absolutely had a body type that needs a tailor. Broad shoulders with a slim waistline? Hopefully there's some olympic swimmer hand me downs in my hese racks.

He unbuttons the shirt he's wearing and lays it out on top of another rack. No one's told him about the dressing room apparently. He takes the dark blue one and pulls it on, making a thought sound as it fits better- And does indeed give him better room.]

You just eyeballed that, eh?

[bad_habit]

[The good news is Angel is good at this sort of thing, he'll have you blending in in no time. At least in the clothing department.]

Had a lotta practice with this kinda shit. It's important I always look good. [Sorry, not sorry, but he's gonna peak and he wont really be shy about it. I mean it's been a long couple months here, he'll take the opportunity when he gets it. But once the shirt is on Angel nods assuringly, it's a much better fit then the silk shirt would ever be.]

Oh yeah, that's very nice. Match it with some nice tight jeans really tie things together.

[levindicated]

…You are rather well-dressed, aren’t you?

[He doesn’t even know what those are.]

Tight jeans…?

[His baggy leather trousers were an ill-fitting mismatched mess to his shirt. Easily the worst part of his outfit, they did allow him maneuverability and flexibility in battle. But… That wasn’t as commonly necessary here.]

How about if you show me what those are?

[bad_habit]

Exceedingly so. So ya gotta trust me when I say I know what I'm talkin' about. [Sage nod, and hell yeah he will very willingly pick you out a nice pair of tight jeans. Before that though he's about to get just a little fresh, taking a set of hands and running it across his waist trying to gauge the others side.

It actually isn't as charged as he could have made it, look at him behaving himself. It helps he's on a mission though so it helps, he leaves the other with his thoughts as he starts flipping through pants until he finds the sizings he wants.]

Ya got an interestin' skin tone. Must spend a lotta time outside? Gotta pick something dark, but not too dark.

[Eventually he finds just what he's looking for, holding them up and giving them a chefs kiss.]

These are the ones baby. Ya gonna look great in 'em.

[levindicated]

[Eyes go to that other set of arms. Cid has a very slim waist and hips in relation to his shoulders. Cid is pretty handsy himself, and doesn’t mind it at all. Besides, this seems to be for a purpose.]

Interesting? Hardly as interesting as all that fur, I’m sure. But aye, I do spend most of my time in the sun. I’d say I’m not from around here, but neither are you, eh?

[What is and was simply a handsome tan has manifested in sun spots on his forehead. Certainly a pre-sunscreen context.]

These? [Cid takes them from him with a nod.] …Should I try them on?

[bad_habit]

[Hey if Angel had lived long enough to he probably would have too. He loved being in the sun. Now a days with a thick layer of fur it wouldn't matter. At least some like it~]

Yeah, imagine colour matching pink. So needless to say I'm an expert. Been makin' this shit look good for seventy somethin' years. Back where I am from, which certainly ain't here. [Or anywhere where shit has been popping up. Things have gotten interesting around here.]

Sure, though you may wanna slap those on in the booths over there, least you freak out all the prudes round these parts. [He points out the changing rooms, if the shirt is any indication he might just pull them off right here. Not that Angel of all people would complain, fuck what he wouldn't give. But most of the people around these parts aren't like Angel at all.]