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st_artfeeling) wrote2019-02-13 09:20 pm
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Getting to Know You
When: February 9th
Location: Inn clothing boutique
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While working at the cafe sweeping the floor, Mia had heard others discussing the new clothes in the boutique. It wasn't a normal conversation that she would pay much attention to, but there was an ... excitement .... in the air that was different. So Mia had listened more closely and grown curious.
Curiosity turned to confusion, enough that her brow knit with it, as she trailed her fingers over the hem of a jacket sleeve hanging on a mirrored rack. As far as Mia could tell it was just a jacket that you would find in London to stay warm. She couldn't see how winter clothes had a correlation to an other world. It was winter outside, even if it was mild compared to what she was used to.
Location: Inn clothing boutique
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While working at the cafe sweeping the floor, Mia had heard others discussing the new clothes in the boutique. It wasn't a normal conversation that she would pay much attention to, but there was an ... excitement .... in the air that was different. So Mia had listened more closely and grown curious.
Curiosity turned to confusion, enough that her brow knit with it, as she trailed her fingers over the hem of a jacket sleeve hanging on a mirrored rack. As far as Mia could tell it was just a jacket that you would find in London to stay warm. She couldn't see how winter clothes had a correlation to an other world. It was winter outside, even if it was mild compared to what she was used to.
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Finding himself at a minor hub of activity, there were racks of clothing that had seemingly materialized from the ether. Brands and materials couldn't be tracked just based on a quick analysis, but such was the case for most resources at the inn. He gave the lapels of a suede leather coat and instantly recalled the ensemble he'd arranged for a hungover Hank Anderson--the only other time he'd picked out clothing, and it hadn't been for himself. He'd since retired his standard-issue clothes for a plain sweater and jeans that had materialized just his size in his own room...while there was no escape, no sense in risking damage to his one and only pair uniform.
Close by there was another resident inspecting the clothing, and Connor spared her a glance. He didn't recognize her from her profile and that was enough to tell him she was a face he'd not yet seen.
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