krystalle

[rathercommon]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Kitty Jones
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: A plea for help
WHEN: THIS VERY MOMENT
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Office supplies on offer

[ Kitty's voice is a touch hesitant as she puts out this request: ]

Hullo. I need some clothes. [ And then, a bit more fiercely: ] Clothes that aren't stupid. [ A huff, and then with the strength borne of anger over having to wear clothes made for an office professional: ] I haven't got money to pay now, but I will in the future. Or I've got a bunch of office supplies, and I guess they belong to me or whatever, so I've got the right to barter with 'em.

Anyway, so, I'm a bit tall, and sort of a bit thin, and I'm a girl, thanks, so I don't want anything frumpy or frilly or awful, and I don't want anything weird. Just normal clothes, clothes that'll make me look normal.

[ A beat. ] And a knife, too, I guess. For, erm, eating with. [ She will be using it for stabbing with. Finally: ] Eurgh. This is weird. [ ANYway. A sigh, and with that awkward sign-off, she stops the transmission. ]

Comments

[periastron]

Love the attitude, love the passion. You conveyed the meaning of the message real well, I can just feel how fashion forward you wanna be.

( That accent would Australian, and somehow inherently the worst. Redneck as fuck. )

You a rifter or a native? 'Cause your idea of normal might not be all that consistent with other ideas of normal. I mean, someone might think walking around dressed as a banana was perfectly alright, and then you'd have an awkward as fuck situation to deal with.

[rathercommon]

[ Tartly: ]

I've got better things to be than fashion forward. Fashion's just a method of social control, after all, isn't it, chaining people to economic subservience by promising that they'll fit in if they just work hard enough to afford the right shoes and the right lipstick.

[ Yay what a delight this girl is. And then, sidestepping that question of whether she's a rifter (cause she's a rifter): ]

And normal is a term that's imposed by society, isn't it. I don't want people staring and pointing and thinking I'm mad when I walk down the street.

[periastron]

You're the one what's getting shitty about clothes not looking right. If the way the clothes look doesn't matter then just suck it up and deal with what you got. Either you want to be socially controlled by conforming, or you're alright with looking different.

( Ah, sweet purposeful obtuseness )

[champions]

You could go to a seamstress. Trade work for clothes, if you are lucky.

( Thank the Maker she, personally, doesn't have to worry about being stuck in terrible clothes. )

[rathercommon]

Yeah, I know, but -

[ Kitty chews a bit on her lip. She doesn't want to admit that, as a rifter, she's quarantined to the Gallows for the time being. As far as she can tell, people tend to get awfully cold awfully fast when they learn you popped out of another dimension like some demonic creature. So, instead, she says: ]

It just seems wasteful, making an entirely new set of clothes. And expensive. I just want something cheap.

[champions]

True.
( Although it hurts her appreciation of #aesthetic, she has to respect the pragmatism. )

New clothes, at least, would fit you well, and would last better. Sometimes "spare clothes," or armour more specifically, can come from the dead. Just how thoroughly they might have been cleaned, well.

( #yikes she's going to keep living her sweet Hightown life )

[aenseidhe]

[ a dry drawl: ]

You've been picked up by a military brigade, not a nunnery. It's alright to ask for a weapon.

[ as for clothes, uuhhh, welp he's a dude and doesn't have any girl clothes, and generally doesn't keep more than what he needs. ]

If you've enlisted to a Division yet, you can likely ask your Division lead for supplies.

[rathercommon]

[ She hasn't enlisted yet, and so instead, she addresses that first point. Defensively, because she's feeling a little defensive about being sussed out as a rifter at once, she asks: ]

Didn't say anything about a weapon. Don't your people use knives to eat?

[aenseidhe]

[ no native asks on the crystals for knives or 'normal' clothes. you're a little bad at this, booboo. ]

And there's several million of those kind in the dining hall, or have you not stopped to eat yet either?

[sorcerised]

Well, tall's relative. Are you human?

The best thing to do is go to someone who'll make you something, in the town. Are, ah, you new, and in need of local coin?

[ aka are you one of the new rifters in need of help? He can't help noting she hasn't spelled that out, but most local people who show up with Inquisition crystals aren't quite this much in need. ]

[rathercommon]

[ That question's a little fraught, but safe enough to answer. She hesitates just a moment, then says: ]

Yeah. I am. [ Then, clarifying: ] Yes to both. Human, and - you know. Broke.

[ipseite]

If you remain in need of clothing, bring me the clean, spare bedding in your quarters and the office supplies. Mme de Cedoux; you will find me in the evenings on the fifth floor of the former Templar tower. My room has a blue scarf tied to the door.

[rathercommon]

Oh.

[ Well, that's generous. ]

Do you, erm, want the bedding for yourself, or are you going to turn it into clothes?

[assistente]

The Inquisition will outfit-- um, provide, you with basic weaponry. Cutlery can be found in the kitchens of the Gallows--there is a pantry, if I do remember clear, with several sideboards--but, um. Of course we cannot stop anyone from borrowing, permanently or impermanently, and there is a certain amount of overhead that allows for, for a few resources to go missing, but--it would be preferred if you did not remove outright the contents of the sideboards.

[Because, and this is a very good reason--]

The budget.

[Or maybe that's not a good reason. Actually.]

Er. What-- what is it you mean by 'office supplies', exactly?

[rathercommon]

[ Man, this guy seems...awkward. ]

Oh, you know. Pens, paper - loads of paper - a few typewriters, of all bloody things, though some of 'em are elsewhere, 'cause typewriters are a hell of a thing to carry, aren't they, so I didn't bring all of 'em with me. Some coffee. I dunno if that counts as an office supply, exactly, but I've got it, and people might appreciate it.

cash for gold!

[fineriftercrafts]

Hey there, Barnabas Vilm, I understand you need some clothes? And you've got Rifter Artifacts? Well come on down! I can give you hard coin for ANY artifacts you have, and if you need some assistance talking to some of the clothing merchants so you don't get completely screwed over, I'd be glad to offer some assistance. My shop is down in Lowtown, it's right next to the Ice Cream shop. Just ask for me, and I'll help you out.

[rathercommon]

[ Huh. Kitty frowns, simultaneously annoyed by being sussed out as a rifter and interested by the offer. ]

And how do I know you won't screw me over?

[youwonscience]

Oh my god, what kind of office supplies?

I mean. Uh. Hi, I'm Cosima.

[Priorities.]

I don't know when or where you come from, but I can probably point you toward the merchants who can hook you up with something at least sort of familiar. There's this one guy selling canvas trousers that are almost like jeans if you squint.

[rathercommon]

[ Well, if this woman knows what jeans are, then she's got to be a rifter. From everything Kitty's gleaned about this place so far, it's not really a jeans sort of land. Since it feels as though she's been transported back to the time of the Roman Empire or something, though a version of the Roman Empire where Caesar definitely is not the magician-emperor he was in her world. ]

Oh - that's sweet. But I don't want to dress like back home. I just need to look like someone who's normal here. I expect my jeans-wearing days are well and truly over.

[ Anyway - ]

I've got pens and paper and some sticky notes, if you want any of 'em. A few typewriters, of all things, so maybe I ought to have said office equipment. A carafe of coffee.

[pocketchange]

You're a girl so you don't want anything frilly?

[rathercommon]

[ It is sort of self-contradictory, and the fact that she's sort of in the wrong with that logic annoys Kitty. So, a little huffily: ]

What, are girls supposed to like frilly things?

[notacrow]

I got clothes!

[ Myira sounds excited. Way too excited. ]

It's pretty simple though. It's pretty an' kinda off-white and someone said it was a shift and that I had to wear it because I'm not allowed to walk around without clothes on.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. She really does sound psyched. ]

Well - you definitely won't get cold as fast if you're wearing clothes. Which is something.

[excipio]

[ He'd offer assistance if she didn't already have it. Instead, she gets a lightly amused: ]

You "guess" they belong to you? Where's the confusion?

[rathercommon]

[ Since the cat's out of the bag, there's no real reason to hide the fact that she's a rifter now. So she gives a little huff, and says - ]

Well - because I'm a rifter. And it's stuff that came with me. So it's sort of a question of - If you fall down a hill, and while you're falling you knock a bunch of apples off a tree, and while you're falling they roll with you, can you sell 'em at the bottom of the hill?