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Thrifty Wear
Dramatis Personae Heather, Paige
In Absentia	2017-07-16 "It's just that for me, the same number of times as everyone else is five times more often."
Location <NYC> Thrift Store - Lower East Side
This thrift shop in the Lower East Side does not have much floor space that is not covered by long racks of clothing or shelves full of knick-knacks, books, games and jewellery. The carpets are a faded red, old and worn particularly down the busier walkways. The workers all wear name badges, but are otherwise clad in their street clothes with the only requirement that they be clean and in good condition. The styles of clothes here are varied, though usually they are visibly dated, some seeming to originate as far back as the 60s or 70s. Still, if someone is not looking for anything in particular and open to possibilities, there may be a gem in this collection just for them. As the sun remains in the sky over the early evening, the thrift store boasts several customers browsing its selection of clothes and perusing its other various wares. Three employees appear to be on duty - two at the cash register and one restocking items. The latter individual is, according to the nametag on her black blouse, known as Paige. Currently, the goatish mutant seems to be occupied with fixing improperly hung dresses at one of the racks. Heather enters carefully through the front door, offering a polite nod to the workers that she recognizes at the register. She's presently wearing a royal blue tank top and a pair of bright yellow shorts, her bag slung over her shoulder. The speedster shuffles down the walkway between the racks of clothes and pauses upon spotting Paige. With the click of a button on her recorder, she plays, "Greetings, Paige. Are you enjoying your job?" It's Paige's first week on the job and, as such, she is a little jumpy. The horned mutant's ears flick up and she gives a start at Heather's sudden arrival, inhaling deeply and letting out a relived sigh when she realizes who it is. A smile graces her lips as turns to look at her roommate. "H-hey, Heather. I am indeed -quite- enjoying the opportunity to have a job," she replies while she finishes separating a number of entangled garments. "They said -- they said it is okay if I get a little fur on some of the clothes. You know, since I can't really help it." Rehanging the freed items, she takes a step back and faces Heather. "What brings you in?" "Oh. Yes. That makes sense," plays Heather upon considering that for a moment. "I am here to shop mostly. But since you are here. I made you something." Heather reaches into her messenger back, quickly digging around for a little while before pulling out a neatly folded piece of cardstock. Upon being opened, it will reveal the text: 'Congratulations on working in a thrift store' in neat ink. "Do you get an employee discount here?" "Oh?" Paige's ears twitch as she inspects the cardstock, unfolding it to read the message. Her grin grows broader and the young woman lets out a tiny snort of amusement. "Thank you," she says genuinely. "This is very nice of you. I think I'll put it on the nightstand at home." Folding the paper back up, she slips it into the back pocket of her dark blue jeans. "There's some things that sometimes get marked down a little, but most of the proceeds go to charity, you know? Like AIDs research and even one or two mutant groups. Is there ... anything I can help you find? I know you know this place better than I do, but I'm kind of supposed to ask that." She gestures for Heather to follow her to another rack in need of service, eyes scanning the rest of the store. "They donate to mutant groups? That is good. They have been very mutant friendly. It is why I continued coming here," plays Heather. She stands on her toes to try and get a better view of the place. "Today I am looking for clothes. You know me well enough. Do you have anything new that I might like?" She pauses a moment and then adds, "I do not mean literally new. I mean new to the store." Paige pauses in her step before turning around and beckoning to Heather once again. "We -did- just get in a number of colorful leggings with graphic designs. I was considering some myself, but I haven't really tried leggings with the fur. I'm not sure if it'd make me super itchy. And it's summer now, so it might make me too hot, right?" The two approach a table, known to often feature newly-acquired or unique items, upon which numerous pairs of such leggings are piled. "What kinds of designs are on these leggings? I think that they would work for you. They work for me when I do not shave my legs. I know there is a difference of scale there. But your fur is pretty short and soft and smooth," remarks Heather. She peers through her tinted goggles at the leggings that are there. "I do not mind being a bit warm. Though there have been some very hot days lately. I tried to work inside for those." The selection of leggings is varied, ranging from scale-patterned leggings, to those inspired by popular television shows, to ones with completely abstract designs. Some receive a side-long glance from Paige and some even receive a grimace from her as she sorts through some before holding up a pair of light gray leggings riddled with colorful cartoon cats in multiple poses. She continues going through the clothing before pulling out another - these dark green with vegetables on them. A third pair has blue waves at the top and Cthulhu in the ocean depths at the bottom. "Someone enjoys collecting leggings, but realized that they had too many." She bites her lip before saying, "Maybe you're right. I am just -- it is -- my body is different now. I am sometimes nervous. Do you like any of these? There are plenty more to look through." Heather looks over the leggings appraisingly, and she grabs the pair of leggings with all of the vegetables on it with very little hesitation. She pauses a moment before taking the other two as well. "I like these. They are very nice. I will need to try them on. I hope they are my size. I have skinny legs." She continues to look through the leggings, movements careful so not to tear anything. It is likely that Heather will come across leggings bearing the logo of Captain America, a zig-zagging rainbow pattern, and white ones with happy yellow smily faces all over them. The bell at the door jingles and Paige turns to see a customer leaving the store, bag in hand. Another customer is watching the two young women, perhaps considering a peek at the leggings herself later. "I'm glad you like them," she says, smiling as her attention returns to her roommate. "Also, from what I hear, you're one of the most regular customers. I mean, I figured, but you're like on the short list for top place now, I think." "I do not come here more often than most people come to thrift stores, I think. It's just that for me, the same number of times as everyone else is five times more often." Heather nods a couple of times quickly and plays, "I get a lot of things from here. You are right. It is inexpensive. And they are friendly towards mutants. Even 'not hostile' is sufficient for me, though." She pauses a moment. "This person collected a lot of very good leggings." "Mmm..." comes the goat girl's response as she steps back to watch her roommate browse through the leggings on her own. "That makes sense. Do -- I never asked, but does clothing, like, wear out more quickly for you? I mean, you're moving faster, so any interaction with the environment does more damage, right? Or do you just ... tire of your clothing? I mean, if you're wearing five outfits a day, I can see why you'd want more variety. Er, one of my days." "My clothing wears out very quickly," plays Heather, nodding a few times. "And faster even by my own perception. If you pull gently at something, it does not cause much wear and tear. But if you pull suddenly. You can tear things very easily. That's why my shoes break so fast. I am careful with other clothing. But I cannot be careful with shoes. If I accidentally drag my feet once. I might tear out the soles." Ears twitching, Paige asks, "What size shoe are you? Oh! Right, we're like the same size. Right. I'll -definitely- keep an eye out for shoes in your size, then. You let me know when you need or want a new pair and I'll see what I can do, okay?" The horned girl casts an eye towards a nearby bookshelf a few customers had been previously searching and sighs. "I'm going to ... fix those books, alright?" Heather nods to Paige. "It seems reasonable that you would need to do your job while at work." She tilts her head slightly and then gestures to the shoes she has on presently, "If you see good shoes, send me a text. It is very expensive when you instantly wear out everything you touch. I would not survive without the thrift stores I think."