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notallofus) wrote2019-05-08 09:09 pm
notallofus) wrote2019-05-08 09:09 pm
Choosing formalwear! THE HORROR
Go to a club opening, the mission brief said.
Pass codes over and receive a beacon location for the goods they have to transport, the mission brief said.
Buy formalwear for the first time in your life, the brief did not say, but that's Kanan's current assignment, regardless.
He has found dark-colored pants, at least, but are they sophisticated pants? Are they the kind of pants a rich, suave guy would wear to a club opening intended for high rollers and the idle rich?
They're certainly sparkly, when he tilts them in the light, so maybe so. But then, if he chooses these pants, what sort of shirt is he going to need, and will his boots be all right, or is there some kind of shoe he needs to use, too.
And what about make-up?
Which is why instead of choosing several items and making his way to the front of the shop to pay for them, Kanan is standing, stunned and overwhelmed, in the pants aisle. One of several pants aisles, actually.
This is hell.
Pass codes over and receive a beacon location for the goods they have to transport, the mission brief said.
Buy formalwear for the first time in your life, the brief did not say, but that's Kanan's current assignment, regardless.
He has found dark-colored pants, at least, but are they sophisticated pants? Are they the kind of pants a rich, suave guy would wear to a club opening intended for high rollers and the idle rich?
They're certainly sparkly, when he tilts them in the light, so maybe so. But then, if he chooses these pants, what sort of shirt is he going to need, and will his boots be all right, or is there some kind of shoe he needs to use, too.
And what about make-up?
Which is why instead of choosing several items and making his way to the front of the shop to pay for them, Kanan is standing, stunned and overwhelmed, in the pants aisle. One of several pants aisles, actually.
This is hell.
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She touches the high-collared jacket. "I don't think you live in a castle on your own barren moon."
Which is how she imagines anyone who'd wear that.
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"Is the gray one too shimmery, maybe? Or too casual for this kind of party?"
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The black and gray do clash a little, even with the shimmery red.
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"Maybe they've got the gray one in black?"
He dives back into the selection again, an ex-Jedi full of purpose.
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Really, if it weren't for that collar...
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He'll try that first.
Then, items with lower collars.
Okay, not that low, no V has to go that deep. He refuses.
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But she conceded, "Even my neckline's not that low."
There are definitely limits to Hera's rule of 'what they expect' of her.
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"Should I try for a mix-and-match?"
He could probably make it work.
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"I like it. And the red's a loud color - too much of it can be noticeable, too."
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"That's true. Guess I'll just have to make sure not to spill anything on myself until we need a quick escape."
What?
He's met himself before!
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"No Toniray or Theenwine."
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He's kidding.
Mostly.
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She then looks up, turning slightly as she glances around the store, until she finds the sign near the ceiling that she's looking for -
"Do you want to try that on?"
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Back to the drawing board.
(He really hopes it all fits.)
"I'll be, uh. Right back, I guess?"
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"- come see how it looks, when you've got it on?" she recovers.
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Is that relief in his tone as he half-turns to look back at her.
"That would be great. I, uh. Don't want to have to walk through half the store if it's not, uh. Good."
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She glances around, and then spots pair of swinging wooden doors near the back, a silver-plated protocol droid standing by it. "Looks like it's over there."
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He moves in that direction, striding determinedly with his armful of clothes up until he hits the protocol droid. Then, well --
"Uh."
The droid's head has been turning to follow Kanan's progress this whole time. And now that he's there, it speaks. "Hello, sir. If you'll go right inside, changing room number three is open."
"Thanks," Kanan says gruffly, moving through the indicated curtain and looking for a door with the number three on it. He finds a curtain, instead, which isn't his favorite, but, oh well. It'll do. He moves the curtain aside, closing it behind him and starting to set his clothing on a nearby shelf when two sets of droid pincers take each item of clothing from him and whisk it away.
"Wha -- "
He turns, suddenly free hand dropping to his hip to grab his blaster, when --
Well, the droid that took his clothes is a small, shiny copper unit that looks like a cross between an astromech and a pit droid, only with two sets of pincers and one set of humanoid hands attached to long, snakelike appendages.
"If sir will permit me to assist, we'll have you dressed and back out in a jiffy!" The voice definitely has a Core accent mangled by a high-pitched electronic buzz and some faltering circuitry that makes the delivery jerky in comparison to the protocol droid outside.
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Hera takes one step back from the curtain, and then another.
"I'll just - wait out here -"
Apparently she did not deal with a changing-room-droid herself.
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"Oh, sir!" says the hybrid droid, trundling closer on its wheeled chassis, "I'm here to help you into and out of your pants so you do not overbalance, or trip, or fall. We prevent all harm to our customers here at the Emporium."
As the droid speaks, it begins plucking at the hem of his shirt with one set of pincer claws, using its hands to try to chivvy Kanan's arms above his head so that extracting him from his garment will be easier.
"Uh. I really can do this by myself," Kanan interjects, taking a step back and bumping into the wall.
"As sir wishes," says the droid, looking downcast. "We simply aim for total customer satisfaction."
"Maybe if you hold out the stuff as I need it?" he offers in return, because . . . well, it's not like that will kill him, right?
"Of course, sir!" says the droid, perking back up again. And away they go.
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It's... endearing?
She's keeping her eyes rather determinedly on the floor.
"How's it going?" she dares, after a few minutes of shuffling.
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"Oh, sir!" says the droid helpfully. "If you are dissatisfied with how this looks, you should really try more ruffles."
Kanan stutters to a stop, shirt half-on and half-off. Ruffles? Definitely not. "Uh. I think I'll stick with this, if you just -- here, can you get -- "
"Ah," says the droid. "Yes, sir. I will ably assist you in unsticking yourself from your shirt, sir."
The droid does assist him very well. But it was loud enough in saying so that Kanan, ears burning, is not feeling especially grateful.
"So. Uh. I'm coming out now, I guess. Tell me what you think?"
And he emerges from behind the curtain, dressed in what are certainly not un-fancy duds.
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"Maybe we could find some red cufflinks," she says, reaching out to smooth down his cuffs herself.
"But I think it looks good. You'll fit in but not be too noticeable."
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"That sounds great, honestly. Uh. The part about fitting in, not -- though the red cufflinks are a good idea."
For verisimilitude.
And, a little more awkwardly --
"You really like it?"
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She looks up from his cuffs. "I'm not complaining about seeing you, um -"
Um. "A little more - formal than usual."
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