Pixie Dust, Friday, July 11

[ashockingbitch]

Except for a brief break to attend class third period (during which she hung a sign on the door reading 'Buggered Off, Back Later') Jenny was at work at Pixie Dust today. After rearranging the racks a bit, she lounged behind the counter with a teen fashion magazine she'd stolen from the fourth floor common room, flipping through it and comparing its contents to those she found on the racks.

She was pleased to report Pixie Dust's clothes looked better.

The store was open.

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[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

She wasn't really expecting to find one of her students manning the store she needed something from today, but neither was she surprised.

"Good day, Jenny," she started with, sighing just a little. This was going to be a very irritating turn of events, when everything was finished settling. Mary was much more than a maid for her; she was a friend, and in this place, the only one who came from the same world, the same assumptions, the same knowledge base that she did. Her loss was almost palpable.

"Do you think you could assist me today? I'm going to have to replace a great deal of my wardrobe today."

[ashockingbitch]

An actual customer? Shock. Dismay. Oh, wait, she was getting paid for this. Yay? Jenny looked her professor over. "All right," she said, sitting up and ashing her cigarette into a saucer. "You've got sort of that Victorian look going for you, haven't you? Have you looked into trousers?"

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

"I don't rightly give a damn what the hell I'm wearing as long as it's dependable, considered appropriate for an educator, and I can get into it on my own," she said, sounding exceedingly irritated. Not at Jenny, not in the least.

"My apologies. My maid was called home to deal with an ill relative and I don't know when she'll be back, or if she will be back while I'm still here. As it is, however, I don't have anyone to assist me in getting dressed and I don't know how familiar you are with the kind of thing I was wearing the other day, but I assure you that getting into it alone isn't really much of an option if I don't want to look like a madwoman or a floozy."

[ashockingbitch]

"Yes, they still dressed like that when I was quite small," Jenny said. "My mother had--well let's not talk about my mother. Let's talk about clothes!" She gestured widely. "Servants are out, out, out, so pretty much anything in the store can be put on by yourself, assuming you can work buttons and zippers. Although dresses that zip up the back can be a pain in the arse if you're not flexible. As you're used to having a maid you'll have to consider cleaning labels, since I suppose you're not used to doing your own laundry. It's fairly easy to learn, but dry cleaning is easier yet. Now, appropriate for an educator...I'm not sure what the school's faculty dress code is, honestly, but considering they still let Professor Deadpool teach in his special pajamas I imagine as long as you don't buy solely hot pants and halter tops you'll be all right. Or that might be fine, too."

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

"That sounds suitable enough. Buttons and zippers, I mean. Not halter tops and hot pants. I'm just a touch past the age for such things," she said with a wry grin. She didn't know what they were, precisely, but if they were being compared to 'special pajamas', she had something of an idea.

"Professional, durable, and nothing cheap. I won't concern myself with the laundry as I'm staying at the hotel and I'll be using their services."

Perhaps she considered herself a civil servant, but she was still a lady and she acted like it at times. Especially when it came to paying to have things done instead of doing them herself. For her, however, it was a matter of practicality.

She wasn't good at it, so she paid others to. They were, and they could use the money. She had other things to do, equally important, and she did them for her own pay.

[ashockingbitch]

"You've come to the wrong girl for age-appropriate. I'm reasonably sure one isn't supposed to dress in tank tops and jeans after their hundredth birthday, and yet. But we'll see what we can do," Jenny told her. "The pixie runs this place for her own amusement, so price is not actually a good indicator; things are priced as it amuses her tiny sparkly majesty." She hopped down from her stool and said, "Let's see. How about some suiting options?"

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

She looked at Jenny thoughtfully, knowing she wasn't one of the wampyr as the girl had been in her class the other day. Curious. Very curious.

"Yes, well, I'm only most of the way to half a century," she said, "but while those things look fine on you, I'd look ridiculous. I do know what I look like, Jenny."

It wasn't said with any kind of scolding. She didn't mind, really. It was actually sort of amusing.

"And a suit of some sort sounds like something to explore. The idea of trousers is a bit odd to me, but if there's something cut appropriate to a woman's measures, I'd be willing to try it."

She would need a few dresses, though. After all, if she was going to keep going to lunch every week with Mister Murdock...

[ashockingbitch]

"Right," Jenny said as she went over to a rack and started pulling out suits. Did she want to be a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket?

Or, since she was Victorian and in Jenny's experience the Victorians preferred not to show leg, perhaps something like this was more the ticket? Or maybe a bit shorter, more modern. And this one was quite nice.

Jenny paused to pull out this little number and set it aside, because hello employee discount. Then she added this and this and this to the pile and said, "Try these on--except that, that's mine--and let me know what you like, or hate. And if I'm in the right ballpark. And if I've forgotten anything. Chop chop."

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

She looked at the clothes the girl had laid aside for herself and smiled.

"You can keep that one, my dear. Red has never been my color. But I'll take the rest back if you don't mind."

She summarily picked up the pile and headed towards the fitting room. She'd taken some time to look around her last time here and see how things worked before she'd brought her clothes to the front.



When she came out a few minutes later, the clothing had obviously all been tried on; they were somewhat haphazardly replaced on the hangars.

"I'll take them all as well as--"

She walked over to a specific section of the store to pick up various undergarments, then to another to grab a few sets of what looked like sensible, simple shoes.

"This. And that should be all for the moment. I'd like to get used to these before purchasing an entire wardrobe for this place, you understand."

She'd actually liked showing her legs a little. It was... new.

[ashockingbitch]

"Yes, of course," Jenny said. "That'll be [exorbitant sum goes here], will that be gems or metals, currency, credit, or debit?"

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

She smiled.

"Currency."

She'd brought the bank note with her and presented it to the girl.

"That should cover things."

Richard might not be pleased about her spending, but then perhaps he shouldn't have sent her here without notice.

The bastard.