System Mingle!!

[appletart]

Who: EVERYONE!!
Broadcast: If you want?
Action: In the current system!
When: ALL MONTH!!!

It's a system mingle! What are you up to? Exploring the surface? Living the best nightlife ever? Fighting off your own allergies? Doing your best to ignore Fred.....?


System Info Here!

Comments

[necromanswers]

Don't be a dingus, of course not! I'm just saying that this could take a while, so get cozy.

[And that's of course her cue to snag him by the hand and drag him further into the store, hunting for a decent clothing rack to start at. It's probably like moving a bag of bricks, but that won't stop her from trying.]

[rebuildyourruins]

[Luckily for Lup, he's an agreeable bag of bricks, so the dragging works. He follows along happily enough, casting his own curious gaze over the racks as they go. After no more than half a minute he says:]

It really didn't look this bad from the outside. The display clothes in the window were fine.

[necromanswers]

[Bless those bricks.

She glances back over her shoulder at him, quirking a brow.]

You're out of your godly mind if you think they were fine. Those clothes were boring as beans! There's nothing fine about that.

[rebuildyourruins]

What was wrong with them? The pants were of decent make.

[They were just black pants. Zero outstanding qualities. The kind of pants that you practically don't see in favour of the more exciting top that should go with them.]

[necromanswers]

Bo-ring. Please, Thor. Look at yourself in a mirror one of these days. A guy that looks this good has to let himself stand out! Draw attention to yourself! You need some colour in your wardrobe.

[Black pants. That's not clothes, that's a uniform.]

[rebuildyourruins]

I have colour! I just think those pants were fine. I wear red all the time, you know.

[Well, into battle. His every day clothes are less about the red.]

[necromanswers]

Oh, sure, red is great. I love red, wear it all the time myself.

[And he does look very good in it, granted.]

But. But! Have you ever considered: pastels?

[rebuildyourruins]

Not ... really, no.

[Thor's fashion-conscious in his way, but not to the extent of really thinking about colour gradients or groups. It's why he ends up wearing disastrous mixes of clothes sometimes without much concept of why it would be a problem.]

[necromanswers]

Well! I'm about to blow your godly mind then, my friend.

[She pauses in her determined march to properly glance around, searching out their options.]

Assuming they have... ah-ha! Over here.

[Aaand she's once again dragging him to a corner, where a rack of dapper pastel pants of various colours await them.]

[rebuildyourruins]

[It's practically hidden, this corner, away from the absolute travesties on display around the rest of the store. The rack is almost reasonable; enough so to make Thor perk up despite himself.]

Oh, this is what you meant? I haven't seen the like of these before.

[necromanswers]

See? Never doubt my ability to deliver.

[She winks and fetches one off the rack, a pair of slimming slacks in a soft, pale blue, which she holds up against him.]

These look pretty good. But I'd love to see you in a nice pink, too... decisions, decisions.