blessingone | [ action / voice ] backdated to Tuesday because I was too tired to post it then

[ So, Fenimore had spent the last event as

bittyblessing. That had been fine at the time, but, now that the event was over, it had its own issues.

One of them was clothes. Another was pretty much everything else she owned.

Some of her belongings had stayed in the house -- Stella had rescued and retained some outfits, for example -- but, as they lay unclaimed during the event, many eventually disappeared (Shuri and the trash can are particularly suspect in this matter). She had made a brief effort to find particularly important effects, like the locket Shirley had given her -- that disappearance had sent her into a panic until she found it again. But, for the most part, she was too busy sulking to go out into the general social sphere.

Until, well, she woke up one morning to realize that she was down to one clean outfit. One...embarrassing outfit from when she had spent an experiment trying to be a magical girl. (Top and right, respectively, but with added stockings and arm warmers. After all, it was winter at that time.)

Unable to avoid the chore any longer, she can be found in or on her way to either the clothing or item shops, attempting to pretend that there's nothing wrong with this outfit.

She can also be found partway there under a tree, in the same outfit, seemingly attempting to reason with a strange bird sitting on a high branch. It seems that, sometime between her kidnapping and her return after the event, the peepit chick she got for Christmas escaped and has been living the wild life. ] Look, I said I was sorry. Now would you -- ?

[ The bird squawks and turns its back on her. Fenimore huffs as though she suspects the bird to be intelligent enough to understand an apology and reject it, opening her journal, transmitting a request as Voice. ]

Does anyone here speak bird? [Her intended request was for someone who was good at catching birds, but, annoyed, it came out as a more sarcastic one.]

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[This is coming back to her, yes. It's not really helping her reverse the embarrassed feeling.]

Yeah, it has. I'm...looking for the clothes I lost during the previous week's...confusion. ...What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just getting some new shoes. ...Mine are pretty much worn out.

[And they look pretty beat up and used. It's from so much fighting as of late.]

...Did you need some help looking, though?

Would you even know what to look for? [Since she does only wear the style of clothes her people wear. But she sounds more amused than anything, mainly due to the next question:] How do you even get shoes in that condition?

Well, you wear a lot of whites and blues, usually in long sleeves and such. I can get close, even if it might not be perfect.

[...Yeah, he's paid attention to this, apparently. Or really, it's more that he's so used to seeing Fenimore in those kinds of clothes it's weird to think of her in anything else.]

...Well, between training for hours on end, fighting lots of stuff, and just normal wear... I can go through shoes pretty fast.

[The repetition probably helped, but she still looks like even that much wasn't expected.]

...Well, you can try, at least. It might help to feel for it, too -- it doesn't look like many people use the same material. [Since they're meant to be swum in, they're probably not made of cotton, at least. It may be possibly a material that isn't even used on Earth, really.]

Do you want me to help you find a pair of shoes that even you'll have trouble brutalizing?

Sure. Though that seems like a tall order.

A different fabric, huh? Well, I'll give it a shot!

We'll both be able to say we tried, right? [As she returns to shifting clothes about on...racks? Are there any racks in this store ~~not attached to okay aborting joke~~?]

Exactly.

[Adell begins searching another nearby rack of clothes, looking for anything that might be Fenimore's. Though he glances back to Fenimore when he finds something similar to what she normally wears.]

Huh... is this yours, Fenimore? Looks like it might be...

[Or it might not be.]

[And coinflip says he was successful! She glances at his selection and, with mild surprise, walks over.]

It definitely looks like.... [She looks at it closely.] Well, if it isn't mine, someone made one that looks exactly the same. [She runs a hand on the dress, the cloth rougher than cotten -- slightly water resistant.] It's the right kind, at least.

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Well, we'll just hang onto it, then. At least it's a start, right?

Yeah. One day closer to a normal laundry schedule. I guess we can make a pile somewhere.... [Taking it and looking around, she folds it on top of...let's say a pile of shoeboxes. I don't know what this place looks like.]

So these kinds of clothes, the white and the blue, are a cultural kind of thing where you're from? Or is it just personal preference?

[And he gets back to looking. He's seen Stella dress similarly...]

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[Her folding slows to a stop at the question. The treatment of Ferines by humans has been on her mind rather a lot the past week, so she's quick to pick up on this being a sign that she's different.

But she returns to normal speed as she pats it down. This is Adell. He's one of the last people for her to worry about, even if she's not quite at the point where she'd feel okay telling him about her species.]

It's a cultural thing. ...Well, I guess it's both, really. Everyone dresses like this back home. [Because home is the small Ferines villages. Everywhere else on Melfes is her world, not her home.]

[She exhales sharply -- an amused snort without the substance -- and grins.] Well, the guys don't wear the dresses, usually.

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