TWO // Shopping is hard

[wavewalker]

[ Today we find our intrepid Raptori pirate, still in his too-big borrowed clothes, around the shops in town. Namely the clothing shops, since giving up limbs or memories at the post office in exchange for clothes that actually fit doesn't seem like much of a fair trade to him.

Every time he enters a shop, though, he is quickly chased out by the drones therein, usually wielding brooms or rolled newspapers. Sometimes he's hauled bodily out of the store, while the drone scolds him and tells him "no dogs allowed".

It's becoming very frustrating. ]

[ Later, after some fumbling, a phone call goes out to the town: ]

Ah, hello? How do you tell if this blasted thing is working?

If anyone can hear me, I am in dire need of a tailor. I've just discovered that shopping is quite impossible if this place has decided you're a "pet", and frankly, nothing around this house fits me.

[ there's a thoughtful pause ]

I don't suppose anyone knows where I can get a sword, hm? I feel more naked without my weapon than I do without my clothes.

((ooc; Run into him on the street or talk to him on the phone, whichever!))

Comments

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

....why did the town make you a pet?

[wavewalker]

The best I can figure? Because I'm not human.

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

....what are you then?

[wavewalker]

Raptori, but I doubt that means anything to you.

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[wavewalker]

I didn't think so.

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

At least the drones won't try to talk to you much then.

[wavewalker]

No, but I don't appreciate being treated like an animal either.

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

Beat the crap out of them then.

[Clearly the sensible answer.]

[wavewalker]

Tempting, but stupid. What would I have to gain by beating on drones?

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

Practise?

[wavewalker]

I've tested my limits with them far enough for now, thank you.

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself.

[wavewalker]

I shall, thank you.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

. . . What's a talking animal need with clothes or a weapon?

[wavewalker]

I need something to wear and to fight with. Just because the town thinks I'm a pet does not mean I'm an animal.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Really? Every other pet I've met here has been one.

well 'cept for bowser but he was some sort of really weird mutant turtle anyway

You're pretty much outta luck, then. The clothes here suck.

[wavewalker]

They're still clothes, regardless of what they look like.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

You want me to take some for you?

[wavewalker]

Would you really?

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Why not? It's not like I'll be spending any money or anything.

[wavewalker]

Then please do. I'd steal some myself if I could just get in the front door.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

. . .

Hey, I've got a better idea. Why don't you come with me? You can pick out whatever you think is good.

Don't worry about how it's gonna work; just trust me when I say they won't care that you're there.

[wavewalker]

...

Well, why not? I've got nothing better to do.

Where should I meet you?

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Let's just meet up outside the store! You can't miss me; I'm the obvious genius prodigy. . . . If you really won't be able to tell though, I'll be the kid wearing mage robes.

[wavewalker]

Mage, eh? Very well. I'll be the green one with the tail.

[ and he'll head out to the store, careful to avoid any drones ]

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Palom is waiting there already impatiently.]

Green guy! Over here! . . . Gee, they put you down as a pet? That's kinda weird.

[wavewalker]

[ he heads over, shrugging ] Tell me about it.

So then, what's the plan?

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Palom has been drifting in the general direction of the front door to the clothes shop as they talk.]

The plan is, you watch from outside and I take care of things.

[That said, he darts inside. What happens next is a little unclear, but Ian will probably at least catch the blinding flashes of light and then the sudden disappearance of every drone in the store.

. . . If he enters, he may wonder why there are so many frogs all over the place.]

Done!

[wavewalker]

[ He does enter after a moment, arching his eyebrows ] Now, that is a nice trick.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Palom beams.]

I know. Let me know when you're done, and I'll change 'em back.

[wavewalker]

Your modesty is touching.

[ buuut he goes around, selecting some clothes and a bag to shove them into. After a bit, he returns to the front door. ]

This should do.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

You know, I get that a lot.

[As Ian steps out the door, Palom pokes his head in and shoots out some sparks. The animals all return to their normal forms in a swirl of magic.]

Got what you need? 10 bucks, please!

((Because I am a stupidhead, Palom may have turned them into pigs instead of frogs. I currently can't remember if he regained Toad, but I know he regained Pig last time. Doesn't really matter, though.))

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

[Probably drinking in the kitchen while his pet is using the phone! Maybe he's even doing the bro-thing and making sure drone wife leaves 'em alone. Or he's just drunk.]

Guess my clothes are too good for ya all of a s...shudden! Hah!

[wavewalker]

No, your clothes are too big for me.

... You're drunk, aren't you?

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

Whatever. Shame thing.

Not quite there yet! Jusht gimme...a minute.

[wavewalker]

Any particular reason why?

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

Hahaaaa! Becaushe I've been drinkin'!

[wavewalker]

That's not what I meant. [ a grin ] I don't suppose you have any alcohol to spare, do you?

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

Whaaaaat? No, c'mon, get your own! I worked hard for this shtuff!

[wavewalker]

And how do you propose I do that?