We're off to go shopping!

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue and John are standing in front of the NPC Army Surplus store. Rogue is wrapped up nice and warm, but John looks a little chilly.

"So are you going to be buying a camo coat or what?" she asks as they walk in.

[[OOC: This was supposed to happen, like three or four days ago, but since LJ is being kind of a bitch, there was a mix up, and it's happening now.]]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it'll be like a longsleeved version of the 'Ha, You Can't See Me Now' camo tee that I've been wearing. I'm thinking, mostly, those sexy thermal undies, or something I can layer. But nothing with a butt flap. Nuh uh."

John's eyes totally do the anime sparkly thing

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Rogue says, "Yeah, buttflaps are totally first grade. Or old-west, whatever."

Looking at John, she smirks. "It looks like you're enjoying yourself."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I am. Smell that?" The air has a faint tinge of gunpowder and various oils. "Smells like home. So. You said you had some gifts to buy? What're you in the market for?"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Well," she says, looking around, "there's only one person who would appreciate something from here, since I'm not on, uh, speaking terms with my little brother." She picks up a camo hat and puts it on, a little cockeyed. "What do you think? Yes or no?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Troubled family life, too? I hear that. So get something for the lil squirt anyways. You never know when you'll need him for backup get along again."

"Personally, I think it's adorable. And by adorable, I mean oh, no, never."
He picks up another one, with a different pattern, and plonks it on her head at a rakish angle.
"Definitly a winter sand camo kinda gal."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"I'll think about it."

"No?" Rogue looks up, trying to see the hat without taking it off, and ending up just looking very silly. "You know, there aren't any deserts on this side of the country, John. I think they might spot me," she says with a wink.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"HRm, true. Then again, I don't think jungle camo would work here. Seems a bit north of the tropics. 'Specially now, with the whole eyeball freezing weather we've been having."

He picks up a deer hunter's oak camo hat, complete with furry earflaps. "Now that is high fashion. And so sexy. You should so wear that for cosplaying as your favorite Z Woman, Nanook of the North."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Aw, how'd you know?" she laughs, tugging the earflaps down. Finding a rather ridiculous looking camo santa hat, she plops it on John's head. "I think you should wear that for all your Chistmas needs."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Camo. The REAL reason he's able to deliver everything in one night without no one being able to see him." He laughs.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue laughs. "Well that makes sense. Though I think he'd need to switch outfits several times during the night, dependin' on where he was."

Rogue picks up something small and green. "I didn't know they made these!" she says in shock, holding up a pair of women's underwear to show John. "I don't know that that's something you want to hide like that..."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Well, sometimes you want to hide your greatest treasures?"

His straight-man face held for only a moment before he burst out laughing.

"Yeah, sorry. Can't believe I said that, much less with almost a straight face."

He pulled out the maching bra and started dangling it around.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue just laughed. "I'll give you five bucks if you put that on so I can take pictures because you deserve to be punished after that horrible, horrible joke"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Nah, save your money so you can wear it out the door. Z Woman Invisigirl! Power of: Tacky Camo!"

He pulled out a camisole. "Hey, this is almost my size." He winks.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"If I was just wearing that, you think people could see right through my chest?"

Rogue raises an eyebrow. "Yes, definitely your size. Please, buy it," she deadpans. "I think your mom would be oh so very proud."

[[And I go to drink. Will be back (drunk) later, and around most of tomorrow.]]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, but it's definitly more your color, I insist."

John ponders, in a humerously pondering pondery way of pondering. "Would people being able to see right through your chest be a bad thing?" Total halo innocent look.

woo for drunkRPing! Probably be sleeping by the time you finish getting your crunk on

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Yes, because then they would not be able to see my boobs at all! I'm not really sure. It could be good, could be bad...you tell me." She smirks.

[[Was that all spelled right? I tried really hard.]]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I plead the fifth. Totally," he smirked.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Oh, have you done something wrong, Mr. Connor, that you must plead the fifth?" Rogue cocked her head, that same smirk on her face. "Come on, you can tell me. Off the record, if you insist."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I refuse to comment on your mamms on the grounds that it may incriminate me."

It's hard to look serious wearing a camo Santa hat. Really.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue laughed. "Okay, you get a freebie. This time." Still grinning she says, "Weren't we here to get a coat? I don't think that would keep anyone warm."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Well, m'dear, there's warm, and there's hot. I think that might be the latter. But yeah, coats. If you're done monkeying around in the camo undies section, that is." John winked. And totally didn't picture her in the camisole and panties. or out of 'em

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Because we're humping the margin, yo (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/472603.html?thread=19001883#t19001883)

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"I think we can safely move on, don't you?" She grins and tries on a plain camo coat. "I think this is more wintery, don't you?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

mmmm... margins... wait. wha?

"Definitely. But it's a bit bulky. I'm looking for more of a waterproof,windproof shell. Maybe like one of those leather duster things." He peers down the next aisle and sees some long oilcloth horse/bike riding jackets.

"Wow. Now we're talkin!"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Hey John, do you have a bike? I mean, the chaps, those...but I've never seen you ride it." Rogue picks up a pair of leather riding gloves and inspects them as she talks. "And you never offered me a ride either," she said, winking at him.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You want ones with more padding in the palms and the front of the fingers. Helps the vibration."

"I've been working on a dirtbike, but there's really no place to ride around here. I've never owned one, but I've borrowed a few."

The word 'borrowed' may or may not have slightly illegal implications.

He glances down at his legs.
"I'd love to take you for a spin. Bit cold for a long ride in this weather, though."

"And actually? They help cut the wind. They're not particularly warm, but they cut the wind, and that helps enormously. This wind blows right through jeans something fierce. Plus, they make me look dashing." He winks back.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue nods at his advice, and picks up a padded pair as well. She holds them side by side. "God, I love motorcycles. Never owned one, but there's just something about riding that gets me."

She turns around with a smile. "If Xavier lets me, I want to get my own bike next year. And they certainly do look dashing, John. In a ... gay cowboy sort of way." She winks.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

Brokeback John smiles.
"I can completely see you as a biker babe. Crotchrocket or cruiser?"

John starts rifling through sweaters. "Who's Xavier?"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Crotchrocket? Don't insult me," she laughed.

"Xavier's the guy who runs the school in Westchester, where I was before here," and where I'm going soon. The words were unsaid, but Rogue could feel them about to fall out of her mouth.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Where is that? Here on the East Coast or out West?"

He pulls out a few sweaters and tries them on. He has that unspoke question on his mind, too.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"It's not too far from NYC. It's actually only about two hours flight from here." She glanced sideways at John. "It's really nice up there."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Why do I get the impression that you want me out there?" he grinned. "What sort of shool is it?" Do they need an Art prof?