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When; Saturday, September 2
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glock30 Faye Valentine
Summary; Clothes shopping? You heard right.
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Scarab sighed for what felt like the thousanth time in the last hour.

She looked like a pile of laundry.
Thankfully she had left her sweatpants at Frederick's during the blizzard, so she at least had something to wear besides a man's dress shirt.

She had no shoes, though, so she was hoping to get a pair first thing.

Her hair was at least being managable, and staying up in the assortement of needles she wore to keep the exceedingly long black hair from irritating her.
Thank god for small miracles.

....Actually, it wasn't her clothing, or her hair, or any of those things that bothered her so much just now.

It was her hand.

By nature Scarab was not a vain person, so the loss of her fingers should seem like a small price to pay when it could have been so much worse...but she kept looking at her right hand with disgust, even going so far as to unroll the sleeves on Frederick's shirt to cover them both somewhat.

"Your being silly...", she told her reflection in the bathroom mirror, but it didn't make her feel very different.

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Scarab Had picked up the dress to examine it, and couldn't help wrinklig her nose.

Maybe if she was under cover....but not by choice, surely?

Absently she held the dress by it's hanger and started picking through the T-shirts Faye had set aside.

Faye's innuendo-laden question caught her unawares and she dropped the hanger as though it were on fire.

" Thats silly!" she protested, bending to retrieve the hanger from the floor.
" He's far too victorian to go for something like this, and anyway....."
She trailed off and blinked.

" Sorry...the surreality of the moment just caught up with me."

She shook her head to clear it some and regarded the black dress.

" Where would I ever wear it, though? You could get away with it, but not me. I mean, really. Can you see me trying to do reconassance in this?"

She was talking a little too fast, and pretending to look very absorbed in picking out a plain white cotton T-shirt with a black trim on the sleeves.

When Faye heard the hanger hit the floor, she snorted very audibly. She glanced back at Scarab, who looked like she was having a seriously difficult time with that silly little scrap of fabric. "Victorian has nothing to do with it," Faye said, wrinkling her nose much in the same way that Scarab had at the dress. "Men are men. And even though Frederick seems to be a particularly nice one, all blood flows to the same region. But... if he complains about it... oh well. Feminism hit Earth at some point in time, didn't it?"

Faye had no idea. She couldn't remember a history class if she thought about it real hard. Shopping was easier. Men were easier. Even though Abberline had proved to be a bit different then the rest of the men she'd dealt with in the past. "Surreality?" she asked, honestly confused and taking another drag. "What's so surreal about him being attracted to you? If that's what you think is so surreal."

Getting to her feet, Faye started laughing, "You don't wear this on a mission. Well, maybe undercover." And that thought put her back into memories that both hurt and made her laugh harder. Mix that with the fact that Scarab's voice was a little breathless and a little fast and Faye felt like she had just spotted Cupid's proverbial arrow sticking out of Scarab's ass.

"T-shirts are all fine and dandy," she continued, offering Scarab another cigarette, "but you should be able to feel attractive outside of them, too." To Faye, this was beginning to feel a little bit melodramatic, so she chose to point out something. "What? You don't like the kitty shirt?"

Scarab scowled at Faye, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

" No, I don't mean that him being attracted to me is surreal...it's the fact that I was born almost two hundred years after he 'died', and I'm standing in a clothing store in a city that exists outside time and space discussing whether or not he would like this dress or not"

The battle to keep the laughter inside became a lost cause as Scarab heard herself saying these things out loud.
She couldn't help giggling about the whole insane idea.

" I think I just trained myself not to think of myself as 'attractive' unless on a mission." she shrugged. She wasn't upset about the idea, just stating fact to explain the situation.
When she assumed a false identity it was like a method actor submerging thier own personality into a characters.
She still felt like shy little Keico who went to the party, but always kept to herself and wrote poetry and observations about who and what was going on around her.

Maybe she was being the silly one?

Choosing to ignore the entire question about the kitty shirt, she held the dress up to herself and considered it.

" Well...it is kind of pretty. I still don't know where I would wear it, though?"

"Oh," Faye said, thinking that did sound a little bit more surreal than what she had suggested. But then again they were all from different time periods, different places. As stupid as she had initially thought it, it all kind of made a weird sort of sense now and was becoming familiar. "We all have crosses to bear," she only continued, sarcastically but rather offhandedly, still puffing away like a dragon on her cigarette.

But then Scarab was laughing, giggling, and the whole situation felt natural and hilarious--as if they had been friends since the beginning of time and had just been apart on very long business trips.

"Oh, well, that won't do," Faye said, sobering up a little and pulling a deep red halter out of the pile. "The Scarab with us today is looking for sensible clothes to run and jump and shoot shit in, and she's looking for something completely on the other end of the spectrum. People with great bodies," and here she stretched as if to emphasize the fact that she had a great body, thank you very much, "deserve to be able to show it off. You're no exception."

Faye noticed that she ignored her kitty-shirt-question, and she snorted as she tossed the offending article of clothing into the 'This Will Not be Bought' pile. "Hell," she began, getting to her feet, "wear it to walk around your apartment in. Of course you have to wear it out some time, but we can figure that out later. The point is that you have. Or will have it." She snorted, the mental picture in her head too precious to pass up. "Besides, maybe if you show Frederick your dress, he'll show you the underwear we get him. And then you can take a picture of it."

It was completely horrible of her to think such a thing, but she cracked a huge, evil smile regardless.

Scarab grinned at Faye's antics, and added the dress to the "we will buy this" pile.

Abandoning the sensible clothes pile, she started looking through the things Faye had picked out, now morbidly curious to see what else Faye thought of as 'essential'.

Mostly harmless stuff, it seemed. Some of which Scarab even threw into the purchase pile herself. ( a red tank top with a heart-shaped keyhole over the chest, a pair of black vinyl pants with zippers up both legs, and some velour shorts similar in style to the yellow ones Faye wore )

But the thing that made her stop, stare, and then hold up almost accusingly was the floor-length black silk nightie.

It was lovelly. Like something old film noir actresses would wear, but completly impractical!

"...And what, precisely possessed you to pick out nightclothes for me?", she asked, arching a brow and looking at Faye as though the other woman were some sort of mischievious imp.

Faye dug through some of the clothes along with Scarab, looking, subconsciously, for a sweater like the one that she had ruined. Scarab's comment, however, made her stop and laugh. "Oh, I don't know," she said, recognizing that the nightgown might be uncomfortable but that it--like the little black dress--was something she found supremely necessary and amusing. "I mean... staying in Frederick's apartment and all..."

She really needed to let that die. But it was too easy, and it was lighting the mood and making Scarab give Faye a pointed look that made her laugh even more. "I'm just kidding," she added as an after-thought, holding her hands up as if she were caught red-handed. "Besides, nothing needs to be practical when it comes to sleeping. You're sleeping in a man's shirt, that's not practical."

Faye thought about adding that she only slept in her underwear and a t-shirt, but that probably wouldn't have been a practical comment, and this seemed to be a conversation about practicality. She grinned at it anyway, and at the way Scarab was eying the nightie as if it might grow a head or two.

" His shirts are comfortable. Kind of surprisingly so.."

She cut that thought off before finishing, and gathered up the clothes she was going to buy ( sans the nightgown) and started looking for a shop owner.

There was a counter, a cash register, and a chair, but no shop owner.

She looked up and down the store, trying to remember if she had seen anyone else when she came in?
Thinking about it, she didn't think she had seen anyone aside from herself and Faye.

Shrugging, she left her own "to buy" pile on the counter and turner to her partner in crime.

" I think we should do some gift shopping. He has been awfully nice to us. So something with bows, and still says 'thank you'?" She said with a mischievious grin.

Faye shrugged as Scarab trotted over to the counter with all of her new clothes, and she followed the other woman over with a smirk. There seemed to be no one around, however, and Faye strummed her fingernails on the counter top before Scarab spoke again.

Returning Scarab's evil little grin, Faye said, "Oh, yes. There's a little display of very frilly and lacey things just back here in the corner." She started walking that way and heard Scarab following her.

Arranged before them was an assortment of different lingerie, all very puffy and girly and the general majority of them pink and embarrassing. She held up a pair of prissy lavender underwear with matching stockings, bows where the garter would connect the two offending pieces of clothing. "What do you think? Look like his color?"

Her face hurt from trying to keep the laughter in.

"Mmm. I think so, but no garters. Those things are the devil."

She had always hated wearing the stupid things during missions.

Satisfied with the selection, Scarab looked past the frills, and fluff to find a few plain pairs of painties, and a thong or two to go with those vinyl pants.

Handing Faye everything the two of them were going to buy, she started looking back through the racks of clothes, only this time poking through the men's section.

Luckily, wearing one of Frederick's shirts had given her a perfect excuse to not have to ask after his size, and instead be able to surprise him with something.
It felt supremly wierd to be shopping for a man, and one with his tastes, but she knew the underwear, while funny, wouldn't go over well.

Best to have a placation gift in order.

Returning to the counter with three selections, she gave Faye a look as if to say "Not one word." and pulled out what money she had.

((OOC: so'k ^^, sorry for delay on my end, I passed out.
Shall we wrap this up, then?))

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