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Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14

Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

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A little.

[He sounds a bit reluctant to admit it; he knows he's already doomed, and he's damning himself further with this. They are going shopping for him and there's nothing he can do about it.]

[With that answer, she turns and walks inside, knowing full well he'll follow her. There, she looks around for a good place to start.

Oh look, t-shirts. She pulls a dark green one off the shelf and turns to hold it out to him.]

How about this?

[T-shirt... he can't even remember the last time he wore one of those. It's so informal. He accepts it from her anyway, one eyebrow cocked.]

It's... fine.

[IT'S NOT HIS STYLE AT ALL]

[That gets her to chuckle and pluck it out of his grasp to put back on the table. She can read him well enough to know.]

Then you pick something out.

[Huffff, that's fine, he can handle that. He's a goddamned adult, he bought his own clothes on Ragna and everything. Taking a brief, cursive glance at the options on the racks nearest him, he pulls the plainest, blackest long-sleeved button shirt in his size and drapes it over his arm. See? An adult. This is totally unnecessary. ~~and a little embarrassing~~]

[Embarrassing or not, it makes her happy.

She offers him a dark blue long sleeved shirt with a hopeful look.]

Is this better?

[Bless her for both her patience and taste. She gets it! He accepts the shirt and adds it to the first, offering up (at last!) a small smile.]

Thank you, it's perfect.

I'll get there. [And she intends to. His style isn't difficult to pin down, but it's also doesn't leave a lot of room for variation either.]

I think there are some shoes in the back corner, too. Maybe some boots.

[He glances towards the back with a nod, and starts in that direction. Shoes! Those are useful, less worry about style and colour. He could definitely use those, at least.]

I'm used to spending most of my time in uniform, you know. I don't need much variation.

[If he has too many clothes then he'll have to pick daily outfits... please spare him.]

[Stop reading her mind, Messer, it's rude. Kaname purses her lips at getting caught.]

I do know of course, but you don't have it here right now. It might be a chance to discover some new things.

[Things that he likes. Since he can't do that at home anymore. Weh.]

[Shush that's part of his job. Probably. ~~honestly it was a lucky guess~~]

That's fair.

[He's not even really arguing, as evidenced by his begrudging cooperation; it's true that it would be inconvenient to have a limited closet or be forced to wear those itchy basic jumpsuits. Back home he had multiple copies of his uniform for daily use, so at the very least he ought to have the same amount of clothing here.]

Be sure to get what you want, as well.

[His thoughts to her elicit a wry smile, causing her to shake her head.]

Don't worry about me, I've been good with stocking up. We're focusing on you today.

[As uncomfortable as that might make him, Kaname knows it's needed. And that he'll go along with it at her request, as manipulative as it sounds. Joining him over by the shoes, the singer watches him.]

It's fun. I'm happy to do this.

Mm... good, then.

[Hard to argue with that, so he doesn't bother trying. Her happiness is what ultimately matters to him, after all. Instead he crouches down to examine the selection of shoes and boots, taking a bit of extra time for not just the overall functionality of his options but also the style, what might go with what she's suggested for him already. He's no expert in fashion, but there are a couple of options that stick out to him as pretty sharp, so after a moment he lifts a pair of sturdy, shining black boots.]

These?

I mean, you could take them all if you really wanted.

[It's a joke, of course. Even if Messer wanted to, which he'd never, there's only so much storage space to hold such things.

Kaname crouches down beside him to get a closer look, giving him a smile before she focuses on the boots he's selected.]

They're nice... a little more upscale than I've seen you wear. [A nod.] But they're just as functional, aren't they? A perfect fit, I'd say.

I think two will be plenty. Something utilitarian, and something a little more quality.

[Because it's not like he goes out or anything, god no, but even back on Ragna he had a nicer set of clothes in case they needed to get formal for whatever reason. Espionage in various situations was in the job description.]

That sounds like a plan. This store seemed to suit your style more than some others I'd seen, so it's good to know I wasn't far off.

[A thoughtful hum can be heard as she stands back up to look around.]

A winter jacket or two would be good. We've been to a few colder planets already...

[He glances around the store again, then at her; there's a long pause, and then- his shoulder drop, a mix of relaxation and defeat. You can almost hear the sound of logic slamming the door on paranoia, however temporarily.]

With everything free here, I may as well collect a full wardrobe for all seasons. Even if they're never used, better to have than not... waiting would be a drain on funds I'm not likely to have later.

[He's got no illusions of his entertainment capabilities on a reality show that apparently revolves around interpersonal drama. Why did they pick him to be here, exactly?

Not that he's complaining, but. It's weird as heck.]

[Now Kaname turns around with a grin, happy he caught on to her thinking. She holds up her giant tote bag as a silent approval of the idea.]

Of course you should still try them on. There's a changing room over by the back corner on the other side of the store.

[She reaches out a hand to help him up.]

But you know I'd buy you whatever you needed without question, right?

[Of course she knew this was going to happen... leave it to Kaname to plan everything. Honestly he's kind of proud.

He accepts her hand, using her weight as counter balance as he rises to his feet, shoes tucked under an arm. He doesn't respond directly to the money comment - because he doesn't want to end up burdening Kaname, but she'd likely argue against him using that word - and instead opts to make his way towards the back rooms, sifting through a rack of pants as he goes. If he's going to be trying things on, may as well make a full outfit.]

You'll let me at least carry it all back.

[NOT A QUESTION]

[Chuckling fondly at his statement, she follows him, remaining just outside the dressing area as she looks through another rack of shirts.]

Mm, well, I think I can manage just fine. [Teasing him, she sounds like she might be considering it. Picking out a few more potential shirts, Kaname waits for his inevitable reply.]

Hey, when you're changed, I'd like to see.

[Yeah he might question that comment, but later. Especially at the rate they're stockpiling clothes.

He makes a vague noise that isn't a yes or a no as he shuts the change room door and gets to business stripping off his clothes. There's a full-body mirror within, and there's a momentary pause at the reflection of his naked chest and the arcing burn scars traveling up towards his shoulder- seeing it by looking down is one thing, but this...

...nevermind. He glances uncomfortably away and doesn't look again until he's dressed in the first new outfit, one Kaname had chosen. A nice shirt with the jacket over it, a slimming pair of pants, and the steady boots which will definitely need to be worked in, but are comfortable enough; it's a good combination. Once changed he gives the door a knock to let her know he's done and steps back out again. Final judgment belongs to her, since she's the mastermind of this whole excursion.]

[Kaname, meanwhile, has no idea about any level of angst going on as she moves to look at hats. He wouldn't wear one normally, but the idea amuses her long enough for him to finish. The knock gets her attention, and she turns to look as he exits the room. He may notice her brows raise just a fraction. It takes her a moment to say something.]

You look very handsome.

[Nailed it.]

[...Oof. Is she doing this on purpose? He glances aside, tugging idly at the collar.]

It'll do.

[Can he just get five sets of these? Would that be enough?]

[Biting back a smile, she turns to a rack and pulls out a dark blue button up dress shirt.]

Sometimes there are formal occasions. Stock up while you have the chance.

[He accepts it with a wordless nod, taking it back into the change room. He knows what his job is now, and he's just gonna roll with his fate. Thankfully he already has those dressy shoes and a nice pair of pants inside waiting for round 2 of Messer-Dress-Up, so a minute later he's back out the door, this time looking pretty slick, albeit uncomfortable, glancing down at himself. Feels weird to be wearing anything fancy- the fanciest he usually gets is his formal uniform...

Well, if nothing else, Kaname has good taste.]