ArchivedLogs:Thrifty
| Thrifty | |
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| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia
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2014-01-27 ' |
| Location
<NYC> Clothescycle - Garment District | |
Selling clothing both new and used -- but mostly used -- this store often has something for those fashion-conscious but on a budget. There is a distinct alternative bent to many of the clothes (and many of the dyed-haired, pierced clientele that often show up) but for those willing to take the time to look through their racks and racks of clothing, there are gems to be found both in their newer and vintage sections. In their basement, for the adventurous, their dollar-a-pound section offers just what the name suggests: they sell clothing for a dollar per pound. The pickings are often unusual, to be sure, but for those handy with needle and thread, sometimes the heaps of fabric can be turned to creative use. "Ohmygosh." Jackson is holding up a pair of /incredibly/ sparkly-sequiny blue leggings. He is holding them up to Melinda, a look of pure delight on his face. He's already /wearing/ a glittering pair of pink sunglasses with /flamingoes/ for earpieces, and over-the-elbow sheeny-satin gloves. "OK okay okay but what're you really looking for like. Comfortable? Pretty? Everyday? Everyday-pretty? I'm pretty handy on a sewing machine an' Dusk is way /more/ than pretty handy, he's a /wizard/, so even if there's stuff you like but ain't quite-right we can probably just nab it an' /make/ it fit between us." Aside from the glitz he's /stolen/ for himself to try on he's pretty colourful /anyway/. Brilliantly peacocky purple-yellow-blue shaggy mop of hair. Sparkling nails shimmering liquidy oilslick rainbow-on-black. Smoky-dark eyeshadow and lipstick in a similar oilslick shine. Shiny purple Doc Martins with silvery leggings tucked into them. Black subtly patterned crushed-velvet skirt over that. Green cow-hugger t-shirt, rainbow striped sweatshirt, bright mismatched armwarmers, bright mismatched socks pulled up over the leggings. Tucked upstairs into the secondhand section of the women's clothing department where he is happily browsing and /has/, at least, found some /practical/ items amid his habitual magnetic attraction to everything that glitters and shines. Melinda shakes her her head, an amused grin on her lips, a little bit of disbelief in her eyes. "Well, you'd have to wear a pair of leggings under your leggings. I find being up against the back side of sequins is itchy" She is wearing a ridiculous pink feathered boa around her neck and a flopping hat on her head, a loose emerald sweater covering her top with a long black skirt underneath. She has leggings on - fleece lined leggings - for the sake of warmth and big thick boots in case of weather. Her red coat is over one arm as she peruses next to Jackson. "Well, I should have the pair of you wizard me up into an expandable wardrobe. The clothes they sell at the maternity stores are either really... conservative, really boring, or really over priced - especially for clothes only work for a couple weeks and then set aside again. Just doesn't seem financially... doable. How about this?" She fishes out an oversized lumberjack plaid flannel with some sort of cowboy-esque applique on the chest pocket. "Oh. It's so hard to find plain button downs these days with room for belly." Entering through the door is an Arab man, with four arms, and his companion, a fluffy white cat. As Kal holds the door open for Rasputin, the duo are immediately getting stares due to their appearance, especially Rasputin, even though it's not exactly obvious ze is a mutant yet. Until ze talks. "So, hmm..wonder where they keep the scarfs..ooh, we should get you new tank tops. Just, rip some holes in the side. Maybe a new jacket!". Kal grins, as they walk through the store. He's dressed in a black t-shirt, holes to the side to accomodate his additional arms, with a cheap jacket over it, also with holes in the side. As Rasputin's looking around, ze spots Jackson, and is immediately heading his way, Kal following, as Rasputin speaks with a grin. "Jaaaax! Can I call you that? How's it been, oh man, I heard you got out of pri- well of course you did you're right here!". "Leggings can stack," Jackson insists brightly, "Y'cut strategic holes in t'layer the colours right. Or fold 'em up right. All kinds of things you can do. Ooh plaid!" He bounces on the toes of his boots. "We can so be your clothing-wizards. Ain't no reason you gotta be borin'. -- Woah, hi." He drapes the sparkly leggings over a nearby rack, turning at the sound of his name with a blink; he looks at the unfamiliar man with a polite smile, taking a moment to identify the /cat/ before his smile broadens into a grin. "Oh, hi! Oh -- hi, um, do you know Mel? An' yeah I'm -- well, clearly, m'out, that was -- yeah. This is my friend, Mel, we're -- findin' her awesome stuff. On account'a she's awesome. Oh /man/ this is like all fringey and pretty wait I want it." Jax is frowning at a blue-and-black knit top that he then turns over to Melinda. "Um. Hi." Melinda blinks at the talking cat, her eyebrows rising as she glances between Rasputin and Kal. "Yep. I'm Mel." She is distracted pretty readily as Jackson hands her a new top to examine, her head tilting to one side as she examines this so called fringe. "Well, if you want it, hun, you should get it. We don't have to buy me everything. And if you have to make room in your closet, we can go through that together too." She loops the shirt over her arm with her coat and her purse before adjusting her boa, as the feathers are tickling her nose. "Hello, Mel! I don't believe we've met. I'm Rasputin, this is Kal.". Rasputin says, grinning, looking around /every/ clothes basket, as Kal raises a hand up in a wave. "Nice to meet you both. Are you..one of us?". Kal says this towards Mel, not meaning to intrude, even though he is anyways. Rasputin meanwhile, /abruptly/ changes the subject, as ze finds a beautiful green top, also maybe being inside a bin. "Ooh, this would maybe look nice on her!". "Well yeah but it's pretty /and/ sure to be comfortable as heck and -- actually can I tell you a secret?" Jackson confides with a giggle. "If you actually look into my closet when I'm not around, it's got hardly anything in it an' a lot of it's black. Once I accidentally burned most'a my apartment down an' I never really replaced most'a the stuff in it so --" He shrugs, trailing fingers lightly along the rows of fabric. He holds a very-warm hand out towards Kal. "Kal hi! M'Jax." He says this despite moooost of the city (and probably the country) already knowing. "Nice t'meet you." His nose /wrinkles/ at Kal's question to Mel, though. "She's a friend," he demurs, "I don't know as more'n that's important. -- Oh /gosh/ Mel that is lovely. Did you want t'look for things like skirts or -- oh man there was a teacher at my school who swore by jeggings with her last daughter too." "Well, then you should absolutely get it so that you can have some bright clothes on a low energy day. Though, I'm surprised that you and Micah don't share. I mean, you might not be the exact build, but... there should be some things you both share a size in. -- One of..." Melinda looks confused for a moment at Kal, then glances toward Jackson for "his interpretation. "Oh. I'm what he said." She gives an awkward little smile and turns her head to what the cat's dragged in - or pulled out, as the case may be. "Well, I don't know. Comfortable is best. Still able to look like I'm dressing up for work is important. I don't know jeggings are going to work, but I've never actually put a pair on. "Alright then.". Kal says this slightly frustrated, but respects what they say, as Rasputin is still digging through clothes. And getting fur on all of them. "Comfortable? What type of job? Oooh, found something!". Ze pulls out another top, looser than the last, and pulls it out, showing it to Mel and Jax. "This is like. the embodiment of awesome. Though, I think either of you could pull it off.". Kal laughs, as he begins heading towards the men's section. "Wait, Kal, wait up!". Rasputin shouts, as ze waves a tail, dropping the top on the side and bounding after the four armed man. "I think they're like leggings but jeanier," Jax offers by way of explanation." Jax grins quick and bright, adding, "-- till the day the sun goes out, I ain't sure I have low-energy days -- woah." He laughs, curling his fingers in a wave. "Guess his attention span's all over the map. Oh! Ohgosh/purple/." Pot, kettle -- he's zipping off in a quick-rush to the other end of the rack as something (possibly /sparkly/) catches his eye. "Yeah, but are they actually made of denim," Mel asks, her expression begging explanation. "Bah. I'll try some on," she concedes at length and follows after Jackson as they continue shopping. | |
