[wii shopping music bassboosted]

[spelleton]

Who: Héctor, Avery, Valvatorez, Jailbreak, Grimm, Ekkehardt
What: Tacky clothing, tacky costumes, and Friendship Was A Mistake Actually
When: Mid-October at some point
Where: Soleil
Warnings: Characters getting drunk to varying degrees, I think? I'll warn for anything else as it comes up, if it does come up.
Notes: yeah

It's October, and as Soleil is absolutely in on the whole 'spooky supernatural thing', they tend to take Halloween a bit more seriously as an occasion than other towns might.

There's plenty of excitingly colourful clothing. Even better, there's plenty of excitingly colourful costumes, ranging from 'good' to 'somewhat decent' to 'unashamedly tacky'. The only real struggle is picking where to go, and who gets goaded/dared/pressured into wearing something awful first.

Comments

[spelleton]

A.
[ This is probably not the worst idea he's ever gone along with, but even so...he has the sneaking feeling he's going to regret this.

Still, if he didn't want to be here, he would have declined. But here he is, regardless, using his more ordinary glamour and fussing with the glasses he doesn't strictly need as he watches and waits. ]

B.
[ He's either picking out the worst possible thing he can find in five minutes because he was challenged to, straightfacedly asking how good something very tacky looks on him, or actually, genuinely contemplating the clothing. Take your pick. ]

C.

[ WHATEVER ELSE ]

B.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail is currently wearing this shirt. She was wearing a different shirt when they came in.]

[She has, in fact, been wearing a different, equally horrible tank top every single time her erstwhile shopping partners have looked away from her and then looked back on this trip so far.]

[At no point has she been seen visibly acquiring these shirts, or changing into them. They just keep happening, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.]

[With deep and totally unfounded confidence, she advises:]

Go for the blue one.

[spelleton]

[ He pauses, his hand on the aforementioned blue one.

After a moment's consideration, he pulls it out. Without a single change in expression, he holds it up against himself. ]

What do you think.

[nor_iron_bars]

Perfect. Glorious. The next big thing in fashion.

[Somehow managing to say this with a perfectly straight face, even while staring right at the shirt's ridiculous pattern.]

Should wear it to work, it'll be perfect for office-wear.

[fireindreams]

A.

[Grimm has actually dressed down for this outing, even if "dressed down" only means he is not wearing his cloak. He may have also been drinking but if he's actually drunk is another story. When it come to the Troupe Master the difference can be hard to tell.

But that doesn't matter! Grimm is looking though a rack of clothing before he bursts out with a loud cackle. Then the closest person is getting motioned over.

The question is do you really want to find out what he's laughing about?]


B.

[So. Tacky costumes. It's not the first time he's worn something like that - Grimm's height made him a standing model for the taller members of the Troupe, back before he became the Master, and so he wore many things for sizing.

That and Grimm does not posses an ounce of shame. Toss things his way for a laugh. He'll wear them and probably find something for you to wear.]

C.

[Wildcard it up.]

A

[spelleton]

[ Fine, he'll indulge him. This might as well happen. ]

What have you found in there? [ Grimm seems to have a knack for this kind of thing, unfortunately. ]

[fireindreams]

[Indulging Grimm is your first mistake, Ekkehardt.

But he actually has two outfits for his friend. The first isn't that bad. A little more closer to Grimm's own color pallet but he does think Ekkehardt would look good in it.

The other....well, it's certainly colorful?]

It is quite delightful, no?

[Which one he means Grimm is absolutely not going to clarify.]

[spelleton]

I have a feeling that if I agree with you, I'm going to end up trying them on. [ The red and black, he doesn't mind. He prefers paler colours to differentiate his work clothes from his work clothes, but he certainly won't turn down trying something different for once.

The other one, though.... ]

Is that candy corn?

A

[subconmodo]

[Finding a good Halloween costume is proving to be more difficult for Avery than he would have thought--one of the few downsides to being able to shapeshift into whatever you please, he supposes.

Still, it's worth coming along just to watch everyone else enter various states of humiliation.]

What treasure have you managed to find this time?

[fireindreams]

[Grimm laughs again, a little more restrained this time.

Like Ekkehardt he's found two for Avery. The first is quite normal, something he though Avery would look nice in. The second....

Well, does Avery like hotdogs?]

I cannot say...I have seen something like this before.

[subconmodo]

[He immediately grabs the first number and ferrets it away under his arm. That's a keeper. He'd wear it even if it wasn't Halloween.

The other he takes and turns around in his hands, grinning all the while]

Oh this is just dreadful. At least whatever poor soul has to wear it will keep SOME shred of dignity, what with the hidden face and all.

[And if he pretends hard enough, maybe he can make Grimm believe the costume isn't for him too.

Maybe.

Probably not.]

A.

[nor_iron_bars]

Something sounds like bad choices. [Jail, not having any interest in the preservation of her dignity, was already walking over the second she heard the laughter.] What am I looking at, show me the worst shit. I wanna see eye-bleeding fashion mistakes, here.

[fireindreams]

[Jail will have to give him a moment to stop laughing. Evidently Grimm is a giggly drunk...if he is drunk to begin with. Who knows?

In the interest of doing things in two, Grimm has different outfits for Jail. The first is simply something he thinks she would look nice in. The other is just dumb. But to go with it he found something that just screams over-done.]

Perhaps it is not 'eye-bleeding' but it certainly is extra.

[And that's coming from Grimm. Enough said.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail nods approvingly at the suit, snickers slightly at the Halloween shirt, and grins with delight at the mask.]

Oh shit, yes. Gimme, I need to rip the sleeves off that and wear it immediately.

[Look, she recognizes that it's October, but also: fuck that. Sun's out, guns out. Sun's gone? Guns. Out. Never surrender.]

[Day or night, rain or shine, ladies must always be able to see how buff she is. This cannot be allowed to change, she refuses.]

[unpocoloco]

A

It's not technically his first Halloween, seeing he was in Europe the year before but it's the first one he's really stopped to look at it. He remembers last year being a blur, still half-frenzied in trying to reach coco and home and bringing himself to terms with not running anymore in Daybreak.

But he remembers the day of, stopping by the cemeteries for la Toussaint. It didn't have the same energy, less joy, less festivity, but at the time it had helped, seeing flowers and lights. He wishes he'd been better at noticing spirits back then.

This year is different. This year he's taken in all the displays with a lifted brow and a crooked grin. Classic movie vampires and Lycans, cheesy displays of horror, rows of pumpkins and autumn mums. The ghosts are all the bed sheet sort, the witches are haggard, and the colors are a noxious green and royal purple amongst the orange. He stops his humming of the boys are back in town to peer at a display of fake spider web. He drags his fingers through it just to see what happens and how it feels.

"Cool," He mutters. And then he turns a mischievous grin back at the rest of the group. He snatches some of the spider web, grinning wildly as he prepares to drape it over his victim.

B

The change room curtains fly apart. He starts forward and announces, "YES! IT IS I--"

His skirts swirl around him as he poses, his jewelry jangling. A wig with braids and flowers has been set upon his head.

"Frida Kahlo."

C

The others are here mostly for fun, but there's some genuine motive to coming along besides all that. He piles up costumes at the tell, wincing a little... okay, a lot at the price. But, all the same, he makes the purchase, shoving it all into bags. He's going to need it if he's going to be helping out at all in the future.

A

[spelleton]

He can't help but notice Héctor's distraction. Well, he supposes there's not much time to celebrate in the Outlands, and his cultural traditions and way of celebrating this time of year are different from France's.

He's used to it. Even more used to it than most people might suspect, given that he's often taking a babysitter's role.

"Enjoying the sights?" His voice is casual, light. After the events of the last few weeks, he's happy to have something relaxing to do, in truth.

[unpocoloco]

To turn around and drape spiderwebbing on Ekkehardt right away does occur to him, but he thinks, he'll have a better chance, and get more humor out of it, if he waits just a bit. And he doesn't want to ruin the conversation yet.

"You know? I actually am," He admits. "It's not home and it's not quite... meaningful, but it's fun. I can see the appeal."

He hides the webbing in his hand.

[spelleton]

If he notices Héctor hiding it, he doesn't show it. He continues meandering along beside him, perfectly content.

"It's not especially religious, no," he says, some faint, strange amusement in his voice. "I suppose it must be quite the difference, comparing it to your own traditions. It's used to placate the spirits that cross the veil at such times, more so than honoring the dead. And, of course, many people use it for fun, which is just as much a respectable way of spending your time."

B

[fireindreams]

What a grand entrance! By this point Grimm has gravitated to the terrible vampire costumes and now looks like something that stepped out of a cheesy B-Horror film. But Héctor has him beat, or so he thinks.

The Troupe Master does not bother to suppress the loud cackle when he sees the other man in his own costume.

"You look stunning, my friend!"

[unpocoloco]

He grins wider, both at the cackle and the complement. He keeps up the high affected voice, all part of the fun.

"Gracias~" He lilts. "Though you know, anything less and I would be a failure as an artist." He does a twirl, letting the skirt flare. And then he laughs.

"You look particularly blood-chilling yourself," He says. "Count Grimm."

[fireindreams]

An absolute riot. "You have certainly out-done yourself, dear Héctor. Bravo."

And Grimm smiles widely at the other man's compliment. The fangs that are visible are indeed his own - sadly Grimm couldn't fit in fake ones without it being severely uncomfortable. But it works.

"Thank you. Perhaps it may be type-casting vampires but I feel like a villain. It's quite enjoyable."

B

[subconmodo]

Avery cackles and claps his hands, tears at the corners of his eyes. "That one!" he wheezes out. "You totally have to go with that one! It's perfect!"

He's not even drunk yet.

[unpocoloco]

He laughs loud too, delighted just to have brought such a reaction. He performs a quick curtsey.

"Gracias! Muchas gracias!" He says as he bows his head. And nearly loses the wig. He quickly drops a skirt edge to right it, laughing. He's not even drunk yet either.

"I am pretty fond of it. I always thought Kahlo was cool."

C.

[nor_iron_bars]

[How carefully has Hector examined this particular rack of clothing?]

[Because this time, when he pushes the hangers to the side, he may find something... else.]

Yo.

[Specifically, Jailbreak. For some reason.]

[She's just kind of sitting cross-legged in the exact center of this clothing rack, hidden (up until five seconds ago) by a perfect concealing circle of moderately-priced Halloween-themed costume garments. She was in the middle of drinking from her flask, and makes direct, deadpan eye contact with Hector while continuing to do so.]

[This is probably fine.]

[unpocoloco]

[He stops his perusing of the rack, staring down, blinking. There's Jail, acting like she lives here and having not an ounce of shame about it. It's really a wonder that she's hiding at all.]

...Hola.

[He sounds deeply confused.]

I have a few questions: have you been here this whole time? Why? And also, what's in the flask and are you willing to share?