Posted by GM on 5/15/99:
[OOC: Suggested Music: Ewok March] Whatever the story, Kyle and Haigara soon found excuses to suddenly conduct solo missions. Unfazed, Adonis made a deliberate point of getting that flower. Haigara would thank her later... Meanwhile Haigara and Kyle had struck sabacc in their respective searches. Hai had compiled a sombre, dignified ensemble that was not only aesthetically pleasing, but breathed and moved: two features not to be overlooked in his line of work. At Tall and Grue: Dex trailed along behind the croaky kid for a while, but soon found that he could help himself much better than anyone else. Nothing new there. But it was Garlache who was decided to take the most advantage of the trembling human's services--and the kid wouldn't have it any other way. Dex's red-eyed air of superiority, and Koyle's barely suppressed xenophobia all but sent the poor boy into convulsions. Weak with the relief of living, he led the Kubaz over to a section of clothes that might just suit. The touch of a button angled the stacks for easy access, and the assistant stepped aside so Garlache could peruse at his leisure. Hmmm. Not bad. Most were floor-length robes of sturdy dual-knit weave, but of quality cloth: Esseles wool, no less. He scanned the range of colours: the deeper, more formal, maroon? Or an eye-catching green? Such selection! The beginnings of a "hum" tickled the Kubazi's larynx... At The Glass Vapor: The next store down turned out to be at the end of the block, but still within sight of Tall and Grue's holo'. slipping inside, Saul was greeted by the ever-charming 885-RD.
At The Grand:
Perfectly in her element, Adonis swiftly took charge of her taste-deficient companions. In a bright, encouraging tone she enlightened Kyle and Haigara on the pleasures and pit-falls of galactic fashion. Of course, anyone watching might have detected a trace of sly humour in her actions--but only to one who didn't know better. As open as an all-night hypermart: That was Adonis in a nutshell...
With her two proteges in the field, only Stead was left. As her attention turned in the Wroonian's direction, he just shook his head, and held his hands up in mock fear.
"Whoa! Not this bod, sister! I have plenty of slick threads. I believe it's your turn..."
With that he held his arm out for Adonis, and called the patient 'droid to attention.
"Ho! Ladies evening wear, long, black and sexy!" The service droid hesitated, tilting it's featureless head slightly in apparent confusion. Stead chuckled in sudden understanding.
"Ahh, not for me." He winked at Adonis. "I just like to watch..."
With it's request parameters now satisfied, the black droid led the pair to the relevant section. Here there were plenty of other customers: seemed lady's wear was good business whatever the time of day. Stead suddenly found his attention snatched away by a cluster of leggy Near-Human's almost wearing their clothes...
With the assistance of the service droid, Kyle had tracked down a line of garment that somehow seemed just right. Basically a derivation of the old-style smokers jacket, the brilliant cloth caught the light in a captivating yet masculine fashion. Picking out a pair of loose-fitting trousers to suit, Kyle headed over to where he'd left the others, but ran into Haigara instead. Well, it seemed like mission accomplished for this pair. Now what?
Koyle was charging past almost before the human had spat out his welcome.
"Move it you blassted cursse!"
Having immersed himself in the rows of shelves and hangers, the Verpine suddenly found himself at a loss as to what he was actually looking for! Colour? Cut? Gender? Hissing with building frustration, Koyle wandered the aisles for an indeterminable time. Such choice, diversity! It was bewildering! The strangest thing was, images of his hive kept popping up in the forefront of his mind--and they were somehow... comforting. With a violent shake of his head, Koyle threw away such thoughts, and yanked at the nearest garment, a flowing black cape and hood, just the right length. When it refused to come free, he pulled again, harder. Too hard. Tilting suddenly, the entire tree of clothes came crashing down upon him...
After "Dexing" himself out satisfactorily, and harassing the glit out of the staff, the skinny blue spacer found himself in a jovial, rambunctious mood, but at a loose end: a dangerous combination. Flicking some imaginary dust from his sleeve, he tucked a newly acquired cane under one arm, and strutted off. Now where were the others? Wait! Was that a crash? It came from over there...
"Umm, sir?" The boy asked. "We also have an accessories section you can peruse when you're ready." He indicates the cook's goggles. "All sorts of wacky eyepieces to accompany your wacky 'do." He stutters a laugh at his own joke.
Visually repulsed by the very decor of Tall and Grue, Saul swiftly made his excuses, and grabbed some credits off the momentarily distracted Dex. He decided to try the next store down, his departure completely missed by his crew-mates.
"Welcome to the Glass Vapor. I am 885-RD. How may I help you?"
"I don't know...something classy."
The droid peered at him inscrutably. "Occasion?"
Saul replied as appropriate. If he wasn't mistaken , the droid looed... surprised. It's single boxy eye scanned him slowly from head to toe. No, he wasn't mistaken.
Suddenly the counter-top came to life--a holo-projector! Not bad. It began to flash up a selection of garments, three at a time.
"Please make selection. Feel free to "mix-and-match"..."
OOC: Same rules apply as before: Free will; Send me any rolls you think appropriate.