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Characters: Cousland, whoever else that might be scrounging around for stuff
When: Several days after arrival
Where: City Square
What: The Warden gets tired of the ratty "I <3 Abax" shirt she found and goes to find a better wardrobe. Fashion sense = zero.
Open or Closed? Open
Rating/Warnings: Pg -13 for language, just to be safe?
She'd said it before, and she'd say it again.
Modern fashion sucked.
After browsing through some of the women's clothes sections in several stores, Cousland felt she could safely say the designers had no idea what they were doing when it came to sensible clothing. Either the material was excessively thin and would tear easily under the usual rigors of adventuring, or it was thick enough to be stifling. And Maker... the colours. Too many bright colours, not enough soft greys or blacks. Nothing annoyed an angry bear more than coming face to face with someone wearing eye-stabbingly neon yellow. It didn't really help to make the wearer blend in with their surroundings, either.
And the shoes! What was with the high heels? Could people even walk in them?
Discarding a top that was more of a glorified lacy tea cosy than anything else, the Warden rubbed at her cheek with one hand and eyed the rest of the store's wares with a grimace. What she wouldn't give for a sturdy deerhide tunic and some breeches...
When: Several days after arrival
Where: City Square
What: The Warden gets tired of the ratty "I <3 Abax" shirt she found and goes to find a better wardrobe. Fashion sense = zero.
Open or Closed? Open
Rating/Warnings: Pg -13 for language, just to be safe?
She'd said it before, and she'd say it again.
Modern fashion sucked.
After browsing through some of the women's clothes sections in several stores, Cousland felt she could safely say the designers had no idea what they were doing when it came to sensible clothing. Either the material was excessively thin and would tear easily under the usual rigors of adventuring, or it was thick enough to be stifling. And Maker... the colours. Too many bright colours, not enough soft greys or blacks. Nothing annoyed an angry bear more than coming face to face with someone wearing eye-stabbingly neon yellow. It didn't really help to make the wearer blend in with their surroundings, either.
And the shoes! What was with the high heels? Could people even walk in them?
Discarding a top that was more of a glorified lacy tea cosy than anything else, the Warden rubbed at her cheek with one hand and eyed the rest of the store's wares with a grimace. What she wouldn't give for a sturdy deerhide tunic and some breeches...