|Our Heroes and Villains||Help Search Members Calendar Shoutbox|
|Welcome Guest ( Log In | Register )||Resend Validation Email|
Posted: Jul 23 2017, 04:52 PM
Had the woman phrased it as 'go get some new clothes so you blend in better' Mulan would probably have dug her heels in and protested that there was nothing wrong with her clothes - leather and metal armour was perfectly practical in her line of work as a freelance hero and she'd saved and scrimped for over a year to get hers custom made with decoration reflecting her heritage, achievements and personal taste. Besides which she'd worn some variant of the armour she currently wore all her adult life and the idea of setting it aside would have taken her breath away from shock.
So the woman, sensible to the adjustment period needed by the sudden new arrivals in town, had kindly handed over the clothing vouchers, pointed out that Mulan had arrived in the clothes (armour) she was stood up in and nothing else and that unless she planned to sleep in her armour or go naked while her underthings were being cleaned she was going to need to grab a few bits and pieces. The woman had even very kindly steered her towards a shop - decent quality, not too expensive so Mulan could pick up a good range of stuff - and had intended to help her find some new things but at the door had had to run off to deal with a crisis somewhere else. From what Mulan understood of the side of the conversation she could hear (the woman was talking into some sort of intriguing but baffling magic box she held up to her ear) someone had had an even worse introduction to the town than she had. But then, as she'd confidently told the woman as she apologised and asked if Mulan thought she'd be ok on her own, she'd always been good at coping with difficult situations.
Had she seen the lingerie section from the door she might have changed her mind about that one.
The shopping trip did not start out too bad as she went straight from the doorway into the t-shirt section and although the fabric felt strange under her hands, the styles were bemusing to her and the choice was overwhelming she sort of knew what everything was.She even tentatively picked out a couple of shirts she thought might do for wearing under her armour although as she was still wearing the armour at that moment in time she had little idea how they'd actually fit her. The things seemed to come in sizes but that didn't really mean anything to her and she almost thought it would be easier to buy them then take them in as she required.
Then she turned a corner and came face to face with a rack of tights. She'd never heard of the things before although she'd encountered both socks and stockings and stood staring in utter bewilderment and dismay, trying to make sense of nude, sheer, dernier knit, support, fishnet and ladder resistant - some of the words made sense in isolation but together just sat in a confusing jumble. Lost and not entirely sure she needed tights anyway she looked around, out the window as it happened and froze.
The two potential shirts she'd picked up ended up draped on a display of tank tops as she almost ran to the door, hitting it hard enough to jar her outstretched hand and spilling out onto the street in a rush.
"Neal!" She shouted, sure she had the right person - her old friend - and determined not to miss a friend and point of sanity in this increasingly confusing mess.
Posted: Aug 12 2017, 10:22 PM
Neal had been spending his morning working at the garage, he knew that he had a lot more work to do on the latest car that had been brought in. But, he knew that he had the whole thing worked out, but, he would finish up tomorrow.
Made by Bach
We are Infinite