Logs:B-Spoke

B-Spoke
Dramatis Personae Desi, Lyric, Marinov
In Absentia	2020-11-11 Let's make this happen.
Location <NYC> East Village
Historically a center of counterculture, the East Village has a character all its own. Home to artists and musicians of many colours, this neighborhood is known for its punk vibe and artistic sensibilities. The birthplace of many protests, literary movements, it is home to a rather diverse community and vibrant nightlife. It's rainy today but still unseasonably warm, almost springlike but for the yellow leaves plastered to the sidewalks all along St. Mark's Place. Desi's umbrella is translucent but powerfully iridescent, taking advantage of what little sunlight filters through the gray rain clouds. She's smartly dressed in a lavender blouse with a ribbon that cinches just below the lacy collar, long green broomstick skirt, and knee-high brown boots, with a generously sized green cloth tote over one shoulder with the silhouette of a dancing faun-creature bowing and extending one hand to a child above the words "Amongst the Green and Growing Things". As well as she knows this street, she's walking slow and leisurely. 'Do one more before we stop for food?' she signs, clumsy and one-handed, the other holding onto the crooked handle of her umbrella. 'I'm still looking for the perfect belt for that dress.' Marinov tilts their head thoughtfully as they look towards Desi, signing back relatively slowly, 'We will find the perfect belt,' their body language emphasizing the confidence that luck will be on their side. They're wearing a brown suit with high waisted pants, with a copper coloured spotted tie. While it fits a bit loosely, the way the fabric hangs it appears that is quite intentional and part of the look they are trying to achieve. A messenger bag is slung over their shoulder and they're wearing a pair of clip on gold coloured earrings, as well as a couple of similarly coloured anklets. 'I am okay to hit another shop. After that I think I will want to eat. I get hungry too quickly.' Alongside Desi, Lyric has gamely tried keeping her hands free, canvas shopping bags in the crook of her arms, chancing it with her umbrella currently folded over her wrist and the light rain pattering down onto her abstractly wave-patterned headscarf in black and multiple hues of pink. Her full face of makeup is carefully beat to Look Natural, large gold hoops in her ears; the ribbed three-quarter sleeve top she wears is bold orange, her loose slacks in a deep pink shade that matches one of the threads of the scarf. 'Just across on 9th there's a place that always has amazing accessories -- oh!' Her eyes light; she turns to walk backwards, facing the others with her excitement. 'And a great halal BBQ place just beside. Excellent to pick up a new belt first because I'll need a bigger one if we eat there.' She pats at her belly meaningfully. Desi starts to spin her umbrella, but arrests it before it gets going, lest she splatter her companions. 'Yes, I love this plan.' Her eyes sparkle with interest. 'I might come out with more than just a belt, though. Maybe, many belts. Scarves. Nice gloves, long socks...' She sighs dreamily. 'I am...predicting? Winter. Exciting, for clothes.' 'Oh no, don't talk about BBQ or else I will get too hungry!' Marinov puts their hands on their stomach and looks up, pained and dramatic for a moment, and then continues, 'It sounds delicious. I like BBQ.' They look over Desi thoughtfully and then nod in agreement. 'I need new accessories too. I do not like the cold but I do like winter fashion a lot. I like a scarf to tie things together. Sometimes a tie will simply not do.' Lyric's brow scrunches as she looks at Desi; she shakes her head, correcting: 'Look forward to. Not -- LOOK-FORWARD that's English.' There's a added bounce in her step; she adds in happily: 'Such good boots, in winter. And --' Whatever comes after the 'and' is lost as she bumps backwards into a newspaper stand, ducks her head sheepishly and turns back around to walk forward again. 'Cold can be so good though. Ice skating? Snowballs? Twinkle lights? Oh cider. Winter might be the best season, except for all the other seasons. I don't,' she admits, turning a pleased gaze up towards a brilliant orange-red maple overhead, 'want to give the wrong idea. We can't rush through fall either.' Desi breaks into a smile at Marinov. 'Sometimes a good scarf is that perfect touch. But you do look amazing in a tie.' She tilts her head and frames them--sort of--with one outstretched hand.' At Lyric's correction she nods seriously. 'Oh... Look forward to,' she repeats. 'Yes, true, winter is my favorite. Fall is nice, too.' She looks up at the drizzly sky through her umbrella. 'This year? So awful. I am trying to have hope, for this winter. Ice skating, snowballs, twinkle lights. Maybe a little joy, also.' 'I have given up on boots. I can't get them custom made fast enough,' laments Marinov. They puff up a bit in pride and adjust their tie at the compliment from Desi. 'Fall is my favourite season. The smells are a lot more interesting in the fall! And you can get away with a wider variation of styles!' Their tail curls up a little bit and then droops again when they say, 'I hope next fall is better though. This one has been-' They pause a moment as they think. 'Not better.' 'Always some joy, if you look.' Lyric is currently looking down over Marinov's outfit, down at her own boots, lips pursing thoughtfully. 'That's what we need,' she decides, sudden, wide-eyed. 'Amazing outfits yes of course but --' For a moment her hand just flutters in place, as she searches for words. 'Think like a kind of etsy for people who cater to unique need custom clothing. Obviously we're out there, and we know a couple other people who are, but it can be hard to find everyone in one place.' 'True, fall wins on variety.' Desi smiles faintly. 'Anyway, I found that...' She hesitates for a moment, then finally settles on fingerspelling '...S-H-R-U-G. Joy can't be--much more hard.' She does not look altogether certain on this point, but she brightens at the suggestion. 'Oh! Can call it--B-S-P-O-K-E, maybe?' Her eyes grow even wider. 'We should get Daiki to help with this.' "Bee-spoke?" says Marinov out loud, "Ah!" 'B-S-P-O-K-E, that is a good name! I would make use of this a lot. That is something we do need!' They stop and lift their foot a little. 'I like my ankle accessories but real footwear options would be,' They clap their hands lightly and their ears perk up in a happy expression but they do not finish with the thought. 'And I could use all kinds of other accessories. Daiki would be great help. He knows all the business.' 'B-S-P-O-K-E, love it. If you have -- tails, sensory issues, limb differences, it can be so hard to keep track of who actually makes custom clothing and not just different sizing.' Lyric twirls in place, her eyes gleaming when she looks back to the others. 'I'm sure it'll be a success we're going to have one of the best designers out there on our site,' she confides earnestly, 'have you heard of Taylor Marinov? Unparalleled!' 'Excellent,' Desi says. 'Perfect.' She pulls out her phone, swipes out something quickly and returns it to her bag. 'I'll write some...proposal emails, tonight. Also make a list of other people who can help.' Her smile is bright. 'Let's make this happen.'