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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Well, Sparkle was in to work extra early today, because apparently the squirrels hated him, and because he couldn't get back to sleep after reading a whole broadcast, and anyway, he'd had a cat sitting on his face the moment he'd tried. So... here he was, with the biggest cup of coffee the Perk would give him in one hand, going over the racks and pulling all of the best clothing deals toward the front. Mostly this meant the best-quality winter gear he could find for the least money. After a full week on the island, there was bound to be at least a few more students coming to terms with the fact that Maryland was freaking cold in January.

Well, he was Canadian. This neck of the woods was tolerable in January. But, you know, for most people.

Whatever. Anyway, he was putting out another sale sign - 25% Off Winter Clothing - because January, and he was keeping himself busy until the coffee could kick in by arranging the affordable scarves and winter gloves by colour, in a rainbow. Because he could.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

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Cassandra had been here a week, and she could no longer get around it: she had not brought enough clothing with her. At least one change of them was necessary, if simply so she could wash the rest of it.

That being thought, the sight of Demon Marcus's stock from the outside did not immediately set her heart ablaze with joy.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside, and huffed. She stole a look at the clerk, but did not approach him.

She stepped towards the racks instead. Surely there had to be something practical?

Sparkle spared the new girl with a sideways glance, made a bit of a face at what she was wearing - seriously? - and contemplated just getting back to his super fancy winter hat display (the rainbows had now turned into rainbow spirals on the shelf, shut up, he was bored) before he sighed and decided, you know, to do his job.

"Hey. Anything I can help you with, there?"

Sigh. Cassandra scowled at something bright blue and sparkly.

"Do you have anything less... ostentatious?" she said.

"Not a big fan of the twinkly peacock look, huh?" Sparkle grinned faintly. "Sure, we've got some pretty laid-back stuff, too. You looking for, like, browns and blacks and earthy tones or do you just not like glitter?"

Sparkle? Huge fan of glitter. Probably one of the reasons why the most sparkly of the mannequins he'd dressed up was standing near the doorway right now.

"Brown and black will be fine," Cassandra agreed. Red and eggplant detailing was about as crazy as she got, Sparks. Sorry. (Unless the Inquisitor was being a bastard and gave her armor made of plaidweave.)

She turned towards the clerk. "I am in need of an extra change of clothes," she said. "It must be practical."

Pants. Pants were important.

"Around here, practical has, like, a lot of different meanings," Sparkle pointed out, looking at her thoughtfully. "What do you want to, like, be able to do in these clothes? I mean for here the right answer generally involves either a lot of running or a lot of fighting things, but I'm not going to assume, you know?"

... He could probably assume and be pretty bang-on, granted.

Considering she was standing here in most of her armor, Sparkle's best bet would probably be right on. "I need to be able to move and fight in it," Cassandra said, "and it should offer some level of protection."

She favored longcoats, but she had yet to find one that wasn't some screaming shade of yellow.

"Right, so..." He pursed his lips a little. "Denim's probably the most durable we can get without trying to fit you into a pair of leather pants. If we get you a good coat, you can wear pretty much anything under it for a shirt, so, like, a t-shirt will keep you going into the summer if you like, but god, please think about getting more changes of clothes by the summer or everything's gonna get pretty rank, like, fast. How are you finding the weather? Like, when it drops, if you're going to be doing a lot of moving around you don't want to be sweating too much, but if you get cold easy, you don't want to freeze when you're not being all... fighty... either."

Warm was kind of a priority for Sparks, here. Sorry, Cass.

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"I do not intend to be here in summer," Cassandra said, "So this is not a factor. If that changes, I will consider buying more."

But she had no intention in acting as if she planned to settle for the long term.

"Based on what I have experienced these past few days, I will need something to withstand the cold, yes."

"Yeah, most people I meet around here don't intend to be around by the summer," Sparkle replied, giving her a quick flash of a crooked grin. "But whatever. You can always come back if you need to."

On Sundays. Whenever Sparkle bothered to open up the store.

"Okay, so, the key to handling the cold when it gets really gross, especially around here where it's a humid cold, is layering. A good coat is worth plenty, but if it gets wet, you're fucked. So what we're gonna do is dress you like a Canadian, and you can put on whatever you need on any given day, because, ha, like I can give you clothes that are consistently weather appropriate when around here it can be above freezing one day, and shouldn't-have-showered-before-going-outside-dammit-now-my-hair-is-solid cold the next."

You brought this upon yourself, Cassandra. By coming into the shop at all, you brought this upon yourself.

"Let's start with the bottom layer first. Underwear, socks - are you going to need a bra? With the follow up question of do you even know your bra size and please don't fucking kill me if I have to measure you for one - and maybe an undershirt or some long johns or something."

They weren't attractive, but dammit, they were practical. And Sparkle figured, if nothing else, crazy armour lady could appreciate practical.

Yes. Perhaps she should have simply gone around in her increasingly-smelly underclothes for another few months. That would have been the better option.

Cassandra endured his long-winded rant without displaying any outward impatience, at least, though she had no idea what words like 'Canadian' meant-- or, "What do you mean by 'bra'."

Yeah, Sparkle was afraid of that one.

A lot.

"Uh. Breast support. So they're not bouncing around on you while you're fighting things," Sparkle supplied. See? See him being good and not even making faces?

Boobs were only marginally less weird after he'd had a pair of his own a few times.

"That will not be necessary," Cassandra said dismissively. "The one I have is quite sufficient."

You could breathe easy again, Sparks!

"Let us start with the coat, and then move on to the undershirt."

She was rather fond of coats, after all.

"Sure, if you want to start out and work your way in," Sparkle replied with an easy shrug.

That wasn't how layering worked, but Sparkle wasn't about to argue with a lady wearing freaking armour, here.

"You have a preference? Short, long? Padded or leather or whatever? I've, like, never had to actually dress to fight, so I'm gonna need your input on this one."

Maybe he could hook her up with stuff that best resembled Jedi robes, since those seemed to work pretty well for Atton and company? That was about the limit of his experience here, since most of his other friends were prone to actually fighting crime in high heels and miniskirts.

... Not that he knew that.

Cassandra would be... very perturbed by the robes. They did not, after all, seem to be fantastic in the realm of armoring. But then she didn't have crazy inhuman reflexes, either.

She let out an irritated sigh. (Her only experience with tailors after joining Seeker training were ones well-versed in what a warrior needed. She had not paid that much attention.)

"Long," she said. "Leather is possible, I suppose. I wear mine with a belt to keep it from flying about too much. Room in the shoulders and the sleeves."

"Long, shoulders and sleeves," Sparkle echoed, nodding thoughtfully. "Got it."

Oh god, he hoped they had it. But then, in a shop that catered to people of literally any body type, he stood a fighting chance. Either way, he was making his way toward a selection of women's trenchcoats, the quality ones that cost exactly what they were worth, because anyone this impatient with the customer service staff was probably a bit of an entitled rich brat anyway.

He took a moment once he got to the racks to look back her way thoughtfully, getting an eye for her size as best as he could under the armour, and then started pulling a few off the racks.

"Try these on?"

One would be surprised how little money one wound up with when one's noble parents were murdered when you were six and one's foster parent was a priest. But Cassandra made decent wages as a Seeker, and was not in the habit of caring overmuch about money.

After all, if she ran hungry, she could always hunt.

She inspected both items closely, though not for long. It was practicality she cared for, and the leather one seemed heavier than its defensive capacity was worth. "I will try the second first," she said, taking it.

A moment later, she'd vanished into the changing room.

You could hear clanking metal sometime after. She should have considered going out in her underclothes instead, but she did not yet trust the town enough to go without defenses.

You know, Sparkle was okay with her showing up in her armour, for the most part. Hell, the clanking kind of made him chuckle. He'd already had one girl from not-around-here start pulling her clothes off in front of him in the shop before, so this wasn't even the weirdest customer he'd ever had.

Just once, he'd be okay with a guy trying to do the same thing.

While she was in there changing, he went poking around for other options. Before she was finished in the dressing room, he'd have a few in wool, too.

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One day, Sparkle. Keep dreaming big.

Cassandra stepped out after a few more minutes of it - the armor had taken some time to remove. She was wearing the coat over her padded undershirt. It did not pull unnecessarily on her shoulders, and the design was familiar. Its defensive capabilities were negligible, but she suspected she would not find better here.

"This will do," she said. Then she paused. "You found more."

"Yeah, that's, like, kind of my job," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Wool, if you decided you didn't like those ones you tried on. Probably better for keeping you warm, but hell if I know how well it'll hold up to something if it attacks you."

See, he wasn't thrilled with your impatience, Cass, but he took his job seriously, even if it didn't look like it at a glance.

Honestly, she wasn't even consciously impatient. Clothes were simply a chore to her: they were there to keep your innards in and keep you from freezing in the cold. It was that simple, and it had little to do with him or his proficiency at his job.

But she was hardly a queen of communication, sadly.

"Thank you," she said, "But your first instincts were correct. This will fit my purposes well enough - though I suppose some wool would be useful if we choose further layers."

"Winter's barely started and you might need them," Sparkle noted, nodding faintly, "but layering the coats might just bulk you up too much to move. That's fine, we can, like, take care of that with a good sweater or something."

He tapped thoughtfully on his chin with one finger, and then tilted his head at her.

"So, what do you figure, next? Shirts? Pants? A winter hat or some gloves or some good boots or something? I don't know how to dress to fight, but take my word for it, you'll want at least that much for the cold. Probably a scarf or something, too."

"A shirt would be preferable," Cassandra said, considering her current ensemble. "This undershirt has ceased being entirely comfortable."

"Oh, god, I bet," Sparkle replied, realizing that... yeah. She'd probably been wearing that thing for like a week now. Ew. "Okay, how do you feel about two shirts, then? Something with short-sleeves and thinner, so you're not sweating your ass off inside, and then a warmer, long-sleeved shirt for when you're out and about?"

Cassandra let out a sigh. She hoped this would not take up much more time.

"Yes," she said, "You are right." Unfortunately. "I had not gotten to those racks as of yet."

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