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Imperial Brim [Saturday, June 27]

Irulan was a little late opening her store but she felt today was a good day for commerce. There was to be an event tonight and from what she gleaned about it, there will be all manner of guests arriving in the island. But most of all, Irulan looked forward to wearing the dress she bought in that shopping trip with Charlotte.

Once she was sure her little shop was in order she flipped the sign around. The Imperial Brim was open.

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She's there at the counter, looking at her new machine acquisition with something like trepidation.

Somewhere in his attempts to avoid another store on the island, Jeff found himself drawn to the least dirty shop he could possibly find. There was nothing wrong with hats. He couldn't think about-- anything if there were hats. Hats were a totally non-sexual--

It took a while for Jeff's mind to catch up with the fact that he was suddenly standing in the store, staring at a hat, and thinking vaguely of how they would look covering up a woman's--

As it turned out, Jeff could make everything dirty.

Irulan looked up from where she was watching her new machine. "Hello," she said, she couldn't see who it was but knew her new customer was male. "How may I help you?"

Oh god, there was a woman.

Jeff shrieked in a manly way (it really was low-pitched. But a shriek) and promptly flailed a hat off its resting place.

"...I didn't mean to misplace your hats!" Beat. "Physically, I mean, mentally I've already sort of-- placed them."

He spun around fast.

Irulan startled at the shriek. She hurried forward, "Are you alright? Did something happen?" The customer spun around and Irulan was once again startled fortunately her reflexes were quicker and she evaded him. Stopping what could potentially embarrassing fall.

"You've misplaced my hats?" She asked, after evading him. "Why would you misplace my hats?"

...

...

Oh, god.

"For... protection of the breast-- area," Jeff said, looking more like a deer in headlights than anything else, "Professor Mal Doran was always really big on protection, Irulan, you can't forget that."

Oh good god Irulan.

Irulan stared until she found a name (it has been years after all). "Jeff? Is that you?"

"...I wasn't referring to your breasts," Jeff said, desperately, "Just sort of-- ones in need of protection in general."

Translation: Yes, it was Jeff.

"I'm sure it does need protection as most human parts do," she said and stopped. Irulan didn't even know what she was talking about. Confusion, babbling? Yes, this was Jeff. "Um, its good to see you again, Jeff."

"It's been... a while. You look--" Sort of old. "--Very well conserved."

"Well, it has been a few years--" decades "--for me." Irulan paused that actually went well. "I haven't seen you around the island. Did you graduate already?"

One never knew in this island.

"I graduated this spring!" he announced, then launched into a cheerful,

"Seriously, you could be in a commercial for embalming fluid."

"...embalming fluid," Irulan repeated. "Do you mean to say I'm well preserved like a corpse?"

She remembered patience was key to conversations with Jeff but... embalming fluid?!

... Oh god. He had made a horrible mistake. Jeff's eyes widened as he realised he had to make up for that somehow. "...Not like a corpse!" he quickly segued, "More like a really well preserved... human... living... person. They don't need to embalm you when you're dead, you're already practically perfect!"

Irulan had been seconds away from pulling out a mirror or consuming spice, or something. Because she might be a little (lot) older but she prided herself at looking like 25 at the least.

She listened to Jeff's ramblings. Irulan stopped panicking and laughed. It was like nothing changed. "It really is good to see you again, Jeff!" Irulan beamed, "I think you're even doing a bit better communicating."

"... I had a girlfriend," he stuttered, in reply, "It sort of. Improved. Things. In the communication zone."

"That's..." a miracle, "really good! I remember how we used to have so much trouble. I think you even ran away from me once."

It's been years and yet Irulan still carried that around.

"To be fair," Jeff said, trying not to stare and failing horribly, "That probably saved our lives."

Irulan didn't respond for a few moments and then finally, conceded. "You may have a point. If you had not fled I might have caused you bodily harm and then you might not have had a girlfriend. Then your girlfriend might not have helped you with communication and then we won't be here right now talking like two old friends who are... talking."

Oh, was that rambling? Irulan winced inwardly, it seemed she was regressing.

"Exactly!"

Lucky for Irulan, Jeff spoke fluent rant.

"I'm glad we cleared that up," he said, nodding, "It's really taking the stress out of it, isn't it?" He laughed nervously. "I mean, not that there was stress, obviously, since you look good, and I've got communication skills, and we're talking."

"And," she said, coming to the very heart of the issue, "you didn't misplace my hats!"

"Yeah," Jeff laughed, picking up the hat, "It'd be a shame if we hung this off the wrong thing!"

Wrong thing? Irulan wanted to ask, instead she gestured to the hats (http://www.lockhatters.co.uk/Straw__amp__Panama_Hats-c61.aspx) for men. "Do you see any hats you'd like to purchase?"

"... I would, but I'm not sure they'd fit on my hair. What if one gets stuck accidentally?"

"I'm sure we'll find a way to make your hat if your hair," Irulan assured him with a smile.

Jeff just shot her a plaintive look. It was better than opening his mouth and flailing some more.

Irulan took one hat (http://www.lockhatters.co.uk/Cotton___Linen_Caps-Florida-P127.aspx) off the shelf. "Would this do? It won't stick to your hair and it'll fall when you need it to!"

"It's... a really nice hat," Jeff said, staring at it. He knew nothing of hats. He had no opinions on hats. "And the not falling off is really useful."

"It is a nice hat! It's made of very good material!" She handed it to him to fit. "And its a nice color maybe you can wear it to meet your lady friends!"

Irulan was a little too enthusiastic about this.

She was.

"I'm fairly sure you and Turtle are my only lady friends," Jeff mumbled. At the hat. "I mean, not that I don't have plenty of friends, and there's lots of ladies, just--"

He yanked the hat over his head to keep his mouth shut.

Irulan noted Turtle's name then looked at Jeff. Well, the hat did help with the hair thing.

"I'm honored to be counted among your friends, Jeff. Don't worry with a proper hat and maybe more practice you could get to know more ladies. Hats can also start conversations." She recalled her time in school and added, "I remember most of the friends I made was because of my many head pieces."

"...You had the butterflies, didn't you?"

"Its part of the design," Irulan said proudly.

And here is Irulan's pride and joy displayed for all to see. Hats (http://www.lockhatters.co.uk/)!

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Purchase your very own hat!

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