(OPEN.)

[notastickwoman]

WHO: JOAN HOLLOWAY & YOU.
WHERE: SHOPPING
WHEN: THIS AFTERNOON
WARNINGS: SOMEONE FROM THE 60s. JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE.
SUMMARY: JOAN DECIDES TO DRESS FOR THE ERA.
FORMAT: CAPS LO- no, actionspam or prose, whatever.

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[notastickwoman]

[Oh dear, what a disaster. Joan rarely makes conversation with anyone, especially someone who has feelings and opinions about things.]

[notastickwoman]

That would be me. [SIGH. Looks like her shopping trip has turned into a socializing event.] Did my advice help?

[insineration]

[SO THERE'S A WOMAN WITH A FREAKISHLY SIMILAR BODY TYPE + DISPROPORTIONATE, DISGUSTING ANIME WAIST DELICATELY SORTING THROUGH A RACK OF CLOTHES. Lust is in full civilian swagged out mode right now--her hair's pulled back from her face and she's wearing a cowl-necked dress and everything!--but that doesn't mean she can't recognize a face that's already shown itself on the Network, especially not when she's the star of Creep Hard 2: Creep Harder. If she was capable of empathizing, she'd feel a little sympathetic for Joan; as someone who got Imported from an even earlier time period, albeit an anachronistic one, she know that feel, bro.

After casually picking through a bunch of crap for a few minutes, she moves over to a display nearer to the other woman, and cocks her head in her direction, raising her eyebrows.]

Trouble?

[notastickwoman]

[a sigh; why is it that a woman just couldn't mind her own business anymore? now she had to deal with people "talking" to her and "trying" to make a connection. joan plasters on that fake smile before regarding the person that asked her a simple question.]

I just don't understand this generation, that's all.