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Get Clothes and Goods!; San Fran Shopping Spree
Topic Started: July 17, 2015, 9:55 pm (394 Views)
Kevin
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Character: KaBoom
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



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You are cordially invited to an all expenses paid trip to the Westfrield San Francisco Centre.

Please join me, Yoyo Jin Jinkins (that's my real name.), on Sunday, March 14th for profligate shopping, gluttonous eating, and lots of walking. Many of you need clothes (and showers - just saying), and my prosperous family won't even know the money is gone. However, in the off-chance that they were to find out, I've already taken care of it (I called my mom and dad and asked really nice, and even though they don't like me as much as my siblings, they like me more than not liking me, and so they said yes, and it was not even a little bit begrudging).

Even though a lot of you are really sad and stuff, I want to buy you happiness.

No need to thank me. You're already welcome.

-Yoyo Jin Jenkins

Yoyo knew this was the perfect way to make friends out of the people who disliked his odd speech patterns and unfortunate social skills. Because who, even one person, did not like presents?

He'd made twenty copies of the notice and placed them on all the doors in the residential wing of the Utopian bunker. There was even one left for Dear Scarlett, but she'd gotten back to him quick to thank him for the offer, but she had a lot of work to do. Which was odd considering Yoyo had invited all of her patients, and no one would be left on the island, but he accepted and told her to eat a lot of chocolate.

Unfortunately, his plan wasn't quite as well received as he'd hoped. Only around half of the residents joined in the trip.

Ready to play with friends, woo his acquaintances, and win over his hecklers, he shoved the disappointment of lack of attendees to the back-burner. He had a mission in mind, and was ready to grant wishes!

Yoyo was clad in some slate gray chinos, a strategically saggy and revealing tank top far too large for his frame with the South Korean flag patterned on it in faded ink, muted red boat shoes, and a gray felt panama hat. He greeted everyone on the boat as they group had finished forming.

"Thank you for coming, friends and other people. Last time I teleported to San Francisco with other people, I got shot in the chest. So, I'm not doing that again. And I don't even think I can teleport all of us that far and still have a fun time shopping right after." He was talking as if this was a public speech.

"While you're all very pretty people, I am bored of your bad clothes. Buy anything you want, except not the whole mall, because that's very expensive." He felt very cool.

"You might'a heard I'm popular. I am. If you want to be popular too, you can sit at my table at lunch time. Teon and I will be eating together, because I'm his. I saw his penis and everything. Yes, it was awesome. No, you cannot see it." This was going great!

"Boat...Driver? Captain! The time has come."



It was quick boatride from Utopia to San Francisco. They docked, and Yoyo was the first to march off, excited to get the day started

"Now I don't mean to brag, but I've spent a my fair share of a whole handful of days in San Francisco. I know where a hotel is, even. My ForgePhone has directions to the mall, it's not far!"

Yoyo grabbed Teon's hand. "Get a walking partner, and don't get shot in the chest!" He thought about it. "Just don't get shot at all."

Hi-ho, hi-ho, walking walking.



Tags: San Fran crowd: Cyclops, Dryad, Gargoyle, Icarus, Iceman, Instinct, Phoenix, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan (may have missed some who are going for shopping but leaving before the event)
OOC: EDITED so that we can be in San Fran already.
Edited by Kevin, July 18, 2015, 1:24 pm.
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Marc
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Character: Cyclops
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco


When Scott had seen the notes posted all around the Utopia Bunker, he had smiled. A shopping trip to the city sounded like it was long overdue for him. He owned an excess of 2 long-sleeved shirts, one long-sleeved sweater, a wind-breaker, sports wear, one pair of long jeans, one set of long khakis, a baseball cap and some underwear. Well, there were some winter clothes as well, donated through GoodWill but that was it. A few more long-sleeved shirts and perhaps some more pants would be good to have. And Yoyo seemed willing and able to spot them the expenses – expenses which Scott vowed to pay back the moment he actually had money from his employed position on Utopia in his hands or on his account. If he wasn’t mistaken, the money for the positions they held should be coming in the next day, on the 15th, and then again on the 1st.

He wasn’t sure how much it would be and how quickly he’d be able to repay his debt, but Yoyo likely wouldn’t mind getting paid in spurts – after all, he was offering to pay for the expenses in full! Scott couldn’t accept that from the sweet young man whose ideas about making friends seemed a little skewed towards buying them, maybe? Or at least, using his affluence to assure people liking him? Maybe Scarlett could work with him on that perception. And on the idea that happiness was a buyable thing. And on his people skills. For the kid seemed .. driven by a need to be liked and accepted, by a need to belong to a group and not be merely a fringe participant but smack-dab in the middle of it. Of course Scott was well aware of the fact that he himself also had deep-seated issues in the social skills department but he knew that it was always easier to see problems in others and perhaps even try and help them tackle these than approach one’s own. As such, he’d really have to go and see Scarlett himself, get himself on the road to some social skill training as well. She had suggested that perhaps, there be group meets for those who were interested. Perhaps .. he could start something like that. A group for people to get together and just .. support each other.

That wasn’t a point on his agenda for today though. Today, there was Yoyo’s shopping trip. Making sure that he had showered as thoroughly as was humanly possible without shedding his skin and growing a new one, he approached the dock. Yoyo was already there, waiting on board of their biggest yacht. Quickly, the rest of the shoppers joined them and Yoyo greeted them with a small speech. It was fully understandable why he would choose not to teleport to San Francisco again, considering his bad experiences last time, and Scott nodded to his reasonings. After all, he himself could have gone to San Francisco for some shopping at any time himself, but was choosing to do so now where there was strength in numbers. Though with his new visor being essentially no more bulky or strange-looking then regular wrap-around sunglasses, it was unlikely that he’d be picked out as a mutant. For the first time since his powers had erupted, he felt that he might have complete anonymity about his status as a mutant. It felt .. liberating. In a way, that fact saddened him, for should he truly rejoice at hiding who he was? Should he rejoice at a freedom that people like Kurt might never have? Should he cherish the ease it would bring to his life, and the lack of necessity for him to be a constant advocate for the mutant cause? All good questions, and questions that needed addressing eventually for his own peace of mind, at least, but today, he gave himself permission to enjoy not sticking out like a sore thumb.

The rest of the speech .. well .. let’s just say it was probably better that Scott missed half of it being spun out before them as he was lost in his thoughts. It was the word penis that startled him out of his day-dreaming/ musing. Go figure. What a word to be jolted back to reality by. And he didn’t even know what exactly Yoyo had been saying that required the use of the word, not that he’d ask for the young man to repeat himself. Luckily, he was kept from further pondering that particular question by the boat taking off.

It was a strange feeling, knowing that for what felt like miles and miles and miles, there was nothing but water underneath them. Water and critters, some of which were almost too odd for the human mind to imagine. Scott had never been on a boat ride of any length of time before, not counting the Staten Island Ferry and really, with the way the river ran a lot of times, if that ferry sunk? You could probably have walked the rest of the way across the Hudson. Out here, with the depth of an entire ocean underneath them, Scott had to admit he felt slightly queasy. It wasn’t the waves making the boat dance up and down and, depending on the wind direction, cranking slightly sideways and back too from time to time, it was entirely the thought of a huge expanse of nothingness underneath him that put the green around Scott’s nose. He focused on breathing steadily. Damn but he’d be a crap shot out in space. Now that entirely non-sequitur kind of thought broke his queasiness enough to draw a chuckle from him. Which to anyone not privy to his thoughts must have been as weirdly non-sequitur as his thinking had just been to himself.

For a little while, a family of dolphins joined them on their way, frolicking in the wake. Harbor porpoises, indicating the bay isn’t far off, his mind supplied immediately, and he blinked behind his visor. Huh. Considering that he had been a land-lubber through most of his formative years, living in land-locked Nebraska, and later, a squatting citizen of New York City, he had not thought to have any knowledge on marine life. There must be some old knowledge locked away somewhere inside that he had no memory of ever acquiring.

Again his musings were interrupted, this time by the boat’s arrival at Utopia’s private dock and the disembarkation. It took him a moment or ten to find his land legs, despite the fact that they hadn’t spent a long time on the water. With the ground now firm und steady again, it felt that it was tipping and tilting ever so slightly, throwing off his balance and making his gait somewhat staggering. It was a weird sensation.


Yoyo began ushering them off towards a mall, telling them to get a walking partner. Scott’s eyes were automatically drawn to .. but no. Since his outburst, back in his room two days ago, .. He didn’t think .. Yeah. No. Bobby was likely going to choose Holly, the two of them had so much in common as far as personality went. Teddy and Billy were not even a question though they might split up to get to know new people. There were a myriad of variations for the others, and Kay still had plenty of choices left to him..

Shoulders raised slightly, ears between them and keeping his head down, navy-blue baseball cap displaying a raised NY logo, Scott began trudging after Yoyo and Teon. He hoped the hyper boy wouldn’t call out the fact that he was lacking a walking partner. If there was anything Scott hated it would be to be the third wheel on anyone’s twosome-ness.


Tags: all shoppers, in particular anyone who might want to walk with Scott :P
Edited by Marc, July 19, 2015, 2:34 pm.
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Roman
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Character: Iceman
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco




“This 'pairs' thing, is bullshit.”

Bobby strode up beside Scott with his hands tucked into the front pockets of his gray sweatpants, adorning the same white t-shirt he'd worn to the party and the maroon hoodie, which was unzipped and pushed up at the sleeves. In short, he was wearing exactly half of everything he owned, clothes-wise, that he'd brought with him to Utopia. He immediately walked a little bit ahead of the older man and spun around so that he was walking backwards, but able to converse with him face-to-face.

“If you see I'm about to walk into stuff, just yell. Y'know this one time on the corner of 24th and Broadway, I was almost hit by an honest-to-god garbage truck. But it wasn't nothin' like I wasn't watching where I was going or whatever. Still. I'm haunted.” His drawl was as dry, yet animated as ever. He didn't like feeling like a kindergartener what with his inferiority complex and all.

“What're you gonna buy? I'm thinking about hats. I should start wearing hats. Plus a lotta lightweight stuff because I can't stand feeling hot.” A light sweater was too hot, so that was saying enough. A bit of a pause elapsed and he sighed with a shrug. “I dunno. I hate shopping. Hate, hate, hate it. Plus I'm nervous. I hate new cities I don't know real good. Y'know what I mean?” It was true enough. Even though none of them had been on Utopia for very long, it was enough for Bobby, at least, to distance his 'people handling', 'normal everyday surroundings' stuff that San Francisco had to offer them. And this was only a day trip.

“I keep thinking about all that shit Jean was saying about being Omega or whatever? And that all these people been watchin' us and stuff? Makes me edgy. But that's normal, right? Are you edgy? You can be honest with me. Girl talk.” He grinned and gave a wink and haphazardly crooned his head to the side to get a look at the pairings following behind them. He spotted Jean and Josh and retracted his posture back to normal. “Plus, I kinda got to talk to you about something that hadn't even occurred to me until like... last week... You're gonna think I'm stupid or crazy or somethin', but it's the kinda 'big' that you can go on living with for a while without knowing, y'know what I'm saying? We'll talk more once we're inside.”

Scott was someone that Bobby had instantly bonded with ever since meeting him here on Utopia. The shared backgrounds and the gentle nature of him put Bobby at ease and that allowed him to instill a certain level of trust in him that he hadn't really gotten with any of the others, maybe aside from Jean. So he knew it would be cool to open up more to him than he had in the past... with anyone. It was at this moment that he scrunched up his face in a visual display of self-awareness and hung his head which he shook begrudgingly. “I'm rambling. I'm the homeless rambling guy. I knew this day would come...”

And true... he did, indeed, look homeless with the amount of over-wear and fading he'd put on his clothing. He'd alternate between his two sets and then wash them at the end of the fourth day. He'd already developed a system. Was it hot outside? Was anyone else a little shell-shocked by being out in public again?

“Wait. Am I wearing pants?” He panicked, looking down at himself, then letting out a low, equal breath of relief. “We might need to make a trip to the Xanax store.”



Tags: Cyclops directly, errone else indirectly
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Matthew
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Character: Instinct
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



Teon was on a boat. If there was one thing that anyone and everyone knew about Teon, it was that he loved being on boats. They were little floating things surrounded by water. They were never anywhere near land or nature.... Teon saw the pod of dolphins that trailed them and jumped with glee in the water. Okay they were near nature. Just not HIS kind of nature. He was built for forests and jungles and the wide out doors. He was not built to doggy paddle his way around an ocean. He watched the water warily as they trekked across it. He could smell salt in the air. He could feel the spray of water. He could hear the waves past the hum of the boat engine, the sea breeze, the birds that touched down on the water only to take off again a moment later. If he concentrated he could even hear the dolphins as they spoke beneath the waves. But he knew he was trapped on the boat, would be of little use if anything were to happen. Yes, Teon loved being on boats.

Soon enough the ride had come to an end and they were on dry land. Teon stood there, his hand clenched by his Yoyo's hand. Unlike his fashion forward friend, Teon was dressed in whatever he could find. He had one set of clothes to call his own. They were now thrashed and trashed by their battle and having been worn afterwards. Apparently bloody torn clothes were not in fashion. So he had pulled on the pair of shorts Yoyo had made from Lorna's pants, and a plain military button down shirt he had found in a trunk in one of the outer areas of their island home. His feet were clad only in the uncomfortable flip flops Yoyo had given him. He would have preferred bare feet. That seemed as against the rules of fashion and society as bloody shirts were though.

He nodded his head as Yoyo announced a buddy system and how they would be paired up. Because he was his. And had seen his penis. That last bit hardly seemed a buddy system reason. But if that was how they all paired up then a casual sniff of the air told him everyone would be going solo except himself and Yoyo, and the odd pair of boys they had rescued from prison.

"It's all true," Teon added, not having anything else to say, and more curious as to how the non penis viewing members of the team would end up grouping than in conversing. Of course when was he ever all too concerned with conversation? No, he was not. He was instead currently wondering why Bobby had stepped up to Scott. He sniffed the air again. No, no scent indication of penis interaction like with the two rescue boys.

Apparently Scott and Bobby washed up very well.

Then the fateful moment came. To shop. In a city.

Teon was in a city, to go shopping. If there was one thing that anyone and everyone knew about Teon, it was that he loved NONE of this! Why was he even there? Teon looked down to his hand, fingers naturally interwoven with Yoyo's. Yes. That was why he was there.



Tags: the shopaholic crowd
Edited by Matthew, July 20, 2015, 8:11 am.
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Character: Urbane
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



Apparently they got an all expenses paid boat trip across the water, followed by a day of lavish shopping. All funded by Utopia, for the boat ride anyway. Then the rest by the strange Yoyo kid. Holly was all for that! As a guy who usually found what he needed in more creative ways like... well taking it even though it wasn't his... having someone offer to pay seemed... new, fun, interesting... did it make him like everyone else to suddenly have someone buy him stuff instead of having to go and TAKE it for himself? Did it mean he would OWE Yoyo something? The first thought he figured might be true. Being GIVEN things was more akin to the real world than just taking it. But the real way people did things was to EARN them. Holly hadn't earned something in... ever. Living on Utopia he was helping out here and there. He wasn't earning though. He was still just accepting handouts, taking what he needed. As for the second point? He had seen people who expected things for things, favors for favors, gifts with consequences. Those people were never like Yoyo, so no, he doubted there were any strings attached.

That was until the boat ride was over and they reached the beach. Yoyo dropped the bombshell of expectations on them all like an iron curtain surrounding a war torn land. Here is your cash free of charge, now do as I demand of you! Mulholland could just imagine what it would be they had to do. It would be horrid, it would be demeaning, it would be... not to get shot and to pair up in elementary school buddy system style.

H'okay. He had not been expecting either of those two things. Yes indeed, Yoyo was not like anyone else he had ever encountered before. Sure he talked a good penis game like all too many people, but he also just seemed... Holly didn't have a word for it. Good? Kind? Strange? A mixture of the three? Gookinge? Yes. Yoyo was definitely gookinge.

As people started to pair up, Holly dropped his mental game of word inventing. First there were the obvious pairs. The couples. Yoyo and Teon. Billy and Teddy. Then came a less obvious pairing. Vanilla Ice and Shades. Before he ended up with a lamppost as his partner in crime, Holly really had to snag someone, anyone.

He scanned the small crowd, looked down at himself, at his tattered shirt and shorts, knowing he looked a right mess. With his multicolor hair dancing everywhere, his few telltale tattoos peeking out from tears in the baggy oversized sleeveless shirt... yes he had better find someone before they relegated him to lamppost duty.

"Hey wings! You and me, let's waltz!" Mulholland called out, his choice obviously picked for him in the random draw way that Holly's mind picked most things. He walked up to Josh and layed an arm over his shoulder in that casual bro way that was all the rage in nineties sitcoms.



Tags: the shopaholic crowd
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Kevin
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Character: Amazon
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: San Francisco



Another day, another social gathering, and Elizabeth was on.

She made no apologies about borrowing excessive amounts of things from her fellow Utopians. One, the Guthries still hadn't managed a trip home yet to collect anything they needed to officially move to Utopia. B, she was a girl and needed all sorts of stuff to get through her day. And third, they were so kind in offering her things, it only made sense she'd accept. There was an art to being a good host, and there was also an art in being a good guest. And when someone offered you something, you took it. It was polite in the south.

It was so nice being around so much diversity. Yoyo the Asian boy, Kurt the... blue boy, Callie the pank girl, Forge the exotic hunk, Tessa the Middle Eastern woman... Kentucky was predominantly white. And while a lot of people there probably preferred it that way, Liz was enjoying that people came from all walks of life.

And how nice of Yoyo to fund their shopping trip! What a cute little dickens!

As their little Utopian Yacht docked, Liz followed along as the others climbed off the deck. Dressed in another borrowed dress from Callie - an earthy green pixie style thing that fit Callie's personality just fine. It was a bit more wild for Liz's taste, but she was honored to borrow from the girl's wardrobe.

Her initial reaction upon walking partners was naturally toward her brother, Josh. But as she stepped up, Holly had called dibs on him. She fumbled an, 'oh!', shut down. And by her own friend, too.

Fortunately, Callie was along for the trip. Liz walked past Bobby, bopping a finger on his nose, "Handsome..." she smirked. The fact of the matter was, Bobby was clearly in love with her. It didn't take effort to get men to worship her, that's just the way the world worked. She was a pageant queen and a cheerleader and blonde. Who wouldn't fall for her instantly? Though Bobby was not her type, she figured she could work with him... use him, if that's what you wanted to call it, to get what she really wanted. Forge. And she was hungry for it. He was unwed, handsome, and could be rich if he started selling his trinkets and nicknacks. He would love her. It would just take some time. Exotic men, she assumed, were more of a challenge.

"Heya, hon! Be mah walkin' buddy?" Liz asked as she approached Callie from behind, snaking her arm underneath the pink girl's.

"Ah just want to say, thank you again for lettin' me borrow stuff! Yer so sweet! And duh'n it look so good on me?" She flipped up some of the frill.

"Ah think today's a really good day fer you t'get t'know me, don't you?"

"First of all, don'tcha just think Forge is so handsome? Wouldn't ah just look so good on his arm?" From Liz's standpoint, she was one of the only women around short enough to date Forge. And he had the potential to take care of her until she died, with a little push from his potential wife and baby-mama.

She was glad she was keeping her cool on the subject matter, though. Internally, she'd been waiting for anyone to mention Forge. Talk about Forge, ask about Forge, what's Forge like, what does Forge like, what food does Forge eat, does Forge like anybody, has Forge asked about me, FORGE?!

She would have her happy ending. And today... today she was about buying her warpaint.

Ah will get you, Forge. If it kills me, ah will get you...


Tags: Dryad and Iceman and interested shoppers.
Edited by Kevin, July 20, 2015, 4:15 pm.
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Character: Icarus
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco


Wings tied down securely in the harness Josh was no stranger to using when it became necessary to hide his mutation, Josh felt .. self-conscious. Self-conscious because he could hide what he was, who he was, when others could not. Others like Kurt, who had decided not to come, likely for just that reason. Or like Callie, whose color-scheme made her look the odd one out in the group that was headed shopping. For Josh, hiding his mutation was as simple as donning a harness and a duster over it. Or, in the current sad state of affairs where clothing choices were limited, a really baggy hoodie. Baggy to the point that it looked like he had stolen it off of a man nearly twice his size and girth. At least it hid well what he was trying to hide.

He just wished there was a way, there was a world, where good people like Kurt didn’t have to stay behind simply because of the way they looked. Or where he himself need not ponder the very real possibility of Callie getting attacked for the color of her skin. Perhaps San Francisco was more liberal in that regard also, just as it was known for being generally rather liberal to begin with. He could hope so, for Callie. And their shopping endeavor.

Sam’s money and shopping list in his one pocket, Kurt’s list and the ForgePhone in the other, Josh was sitting on the boat, enjoying the ride and the dolphin sighting. He loved the ocean, he truly did. Feeling the motion of the waves underneath his feet put him at ease. Not even the harness’ chafing and tightness could take away from that.

He was just mapping out in his mind what he himself would need to do in order to require funds to shop for his own clothing (he was not going to let Yoyo pay for his stuff. And likely not for Kurt’s either, if his funds could help it!) when his pondering about whether he’d get money from the bank on his new, Utopia-issued ID was interrupted by the phone in his pocket vibrating. He fished it out, flicking the screen on. A text message. He smiled slightly when he saw who it was from. Kurt.
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My apologies for the late addition, but if it’s not too expensive, could you purchase a surfboard for me? If it’s too much to ask, no worries. I’m sure I can manufacture one on the island. Thank you.


The request made him hold back a snorted chuckle. A .. surfboard. Sure. That might be a bit of a challenge, mall-side, but he’d find a way to get Kurt his surfboard. He’d see to it. First thing, even, for all other items on the 3 shopping lists he was in charge of today, he knew he’d be able and find at any generic mall quite easily and fairly quickly. He’d check off the challenge first, then do the plain old regular clothes shopping.

Josh’s Text back to Kurt
 
Howdy. Sure, I’ll take a gander. Might just be that I can find you such a mighty fine thing. Josh


Seeing as how his brother was gosh-darned color-blind, Josh was just vowing inside the privacy of his own mind that he’d be getting the color-confused sibling something pink straight from the seventh layer of pinkish hell, just to hammer home the damn point about his wings not being pink! They were a deep dark scarlet, shimmering a hue darker than they were, usually, and only lighting up to true scarlet when backlit somehow. There was nothing pink about them!

Once again though, he was interrupted from following through his lines of thinking when the boat docked and Yoyo declared .. the need for walking buddies? Seriously? What were they, 5? Josh rolled his eyes to himself, about ready to head on over to Liz when suddenly ..

.. suddenly there was an arm flung around him in an entirely too-familiar or too-familial way. Josh frowned, then forced a chuckle at finding himself ‘claimed’ as a walking buddy. Well .. that was certainly .. interesting. He would never have thought that he’d be first, second or even third choice for tattooed-and-can’t-be-bothered. The guys looked .. completely at home here, in the city. Whereas Josh knew that he himself looked like someone had let the natives join the big ol’ city life for a while. There was distinctly cowboy-meets-city vibe about him, of that he was certain. It was the kind of vibe that made sales assistants all across the board reach for the dustiest, oldest shelf-warmers in plaid and flannel, to finally clear that inventory space once and for all. “Err .. howdy.” he greeted the other man belatedly, hoping that Holly wouldn’t hold it against him or see the delay as a proof for Southern slowness in thinking. “Ya know .. if’n yer truly interested in a waltz, ya ain’t doin’ it right.” He jutted his chin towards the way Holly’s arm still rested over his shoulder. “This’n be more suited t’wards Promenadin’ than waltzin’, jus’ sayin’.” He referenced a popular call from the square dance hall scattered all over across ‘home’.

He does not mind walking with the other guy though he had a feeling that he might soon be sending ’help ME’ looks to Liz. He just felt .. helplessly hick next to .. “Speckles. Imma callin’ ya Speckles. Yer colorful enough, an’ if’n yer gonna call me Wings, Ah might as well.”


Tags: Mullholland directely, the rest of the shoppers
Edited by Marc, July 22, 2015, 4:47 pm.
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Character: Breakdown
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia to San Francisco



The industrial canyon before them, carved by automotive instead than stream, instantly pulled him back. He'd felt it the first moment he'd stepped off the bus, back when he, uh... when he "moved" to Seattle. Beyond the staggering breadth of possibilities in a city, he found instant solace in their global detractor: the sheer number of people. Where others complained of bumper-to-bumper traffic and crowded sidewalks, Eight fell in love. Being surrounded by so many people had left him forgotten, anonymous; he'd waited all his life for such freedom.

But speaking of being forgotten, the group had already outpaced him. He was falling behind. He threw a little more oomph in his step, ground his shoes in the asphalt. Pairs, right? Pairs. He... wasn't very thrilled about pairs. He would have preferred simply hovering at the fringe of the larger collective; freedom in crowds proved a lot harder with assigned attention. Not that one-on-one wasn't the best possible alternative. He could handle one, right?

So pairs. He counted a few so far. He looked for the familiar faces... or the less unfamiliar, at any rate. Jean was free, but Lord knew they spent enough time together; she deserved a break. Josh and Callie had both been good company at the party, but they were both also spoken for. That didn't leave many other choices. He knew little about the others beyond their names. So he accepted his fate with a sigh--time to meet someone new.

"This is my first time off the island since arrival day," he admitted to the nearest unpaired victim. "How 'bout you?"

He offered the man a warm smile in greeting as he searched for a name. It was a letter, Men-in-Black style. Not Will Smith, though. Tommy Lee Jones. "It's Kay, right? Eight."

Wait. Kay? Kay had left the island since. He'd left it and got shot in the fucking head.

...

Fuck!



Tags: Templar et al
OOC: For reference, the pairs so far are Yoyo and Teon, Scott and Bobby, Holly and Josh, Liz and Callie, Eight and Kay, and (coming soon) Billy and Teddy.
Edited by Jeremy, July 22, 2015, 9:16 pm.
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Characters: Billy and Teddy
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco




Billy wasn't exactly thrilled to be heading back to San Francisco this soon after prison. He and Teddy still had money, and back in Brooklyn they had their apartment and clothing (along with all of their favorite fandom gear) which he still wanted. But at this point heading to the city was their best bet. Besides now he and Teddy could look at expensive house wears that they could never afford for fun.

After escaping, Teddy had called his mom and after half an hour of crying, she had agreed to not just fly out to California right that night. That being said, she was planning to come out soon, along with the Kaplans. They were going to bring some cloths and other things from the boys' apartments. So although they had some immediate materials needs, there wasn't too much they would need to shop for and neither of them were too eager to go back to the city of their imprisonment. Teddy especially was hesitant to go, because it would mean he'd have to return to his weak human shape.

All the negatives considered, they still needed to go, and it would be good for both of them to see other people again. Teddy often preferred to be alone, but Billy was much more of a social creature. So as the ship approached the coat of San Fran, Teddy shifted back. His green skin lightened to its usual peach color and he compressed back to a human size. Still a hulking one, but not inhuman. With his skin scaleless and his fingers ending in nails instead of claws, he grabbed Billy's hand and stepped out onto the dock.

Billy hated to admit to himself that he was happy to be touching Teddy's human hand again. He understood that his beloved needed to be transformed to cope after the FOH fiasco, but soft skin and fingers beat hides and claws any day in his book. He squeezed Teddy's hand and whispered, "I love you," to Teddy.

As the others were picking out who they would be walking with, Billy and Teddy just walked by every else and started their date day together.




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Character: Dryad
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia-San Francisco


Callie had spent the early hours of the morning as the sun poked its head above the horizon consoling her babies about the fact she had to leave temporarily, promising to make sure that she was back soon and that nobody would hurt them while she was away. They hadn’t wanted her to leave, of course, they never did. It was a struggle to convince them that she needed to go and sleep each night but that morning, they seemed much more frantic. Maybe because she hadn’t left them for such a long time since she had arrived a few days ago, or perhaps she was imagining that they were more attached. Either way, she had cried a little as she had walked away from them.

Deciding that it might be a good idea to wear shoes while off the island, she had forced herself to wear basic ballet flats despite the hatred she had for shoes of any kind. As they had gathered and made their way towards San Francisco, Callie had hung by the railings and stared out at the island as it disappeared before them. Her mind wasn’t on the wildlife jumping out of the water or on the journey ahead, but something far more uneasy: how she might be viewed by those they encountered on this trip. Callie had never been fully accepted by anyone in America when she had lived there and the upcoming trip had laid heavy on her mind.

Would onlookers recoil with fear? Would there be whispers? Would people hurt her? A hand brushed across her cheek as she remembered the bullying; grabbing her hair, yanking her ears, pinching her skin. The taunts. The threats. On Utopia, things were great but they were venturing into the world of humans now. Chewing her bottom lip, Callie sighed as she followed the rest of the group off the boat and looked around silently as people started to pair themselves up. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, Callie forced her feelings to the back of her mind and turned just as Liz slipped an arm through hers.

“Oh, hello Liz!” she smiled shyly. “Yes, I would love to be your shopping partner. I hope you do not mind walking with someone who is…who looks different. The dress really suits you, yes.”

As Liz started to talk about Forge, Callie crinkled her brow in thought. “Oh, I have not really had the time to meet him so I do not know. I have seen him briefly when he arrived, though, and he seemed nice. Why do you want to know about whether Forge would look good with you? Were you thinking of buying him a present, perhaps?”

Looking around at everyone, she smiled then turned back to Liz. “So, where should we start first?”


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