YEAH SHOPPING!

[srslynotarabbit]

Characters: Elliot March & WHOEVER (THAT MEANS YOU)
Location: Shopping District (IDK, WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT)
Time: ALL DAY
Style: Whatever suits you, I'm adaptable.
Status: OPEN LIKE A 24 HOUR WAL-MART

[There's not much to lead in guys, Elliot is just popping in and out of every single shop that he can find looking for all the necessary items

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[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime is not putting meticulous care into this tea party or anything. He just happened to be critically reviewing all kinds of teapots on this momentous day. And it just so happened that he found a perfect teapot which is currently boxed up and tucked under his arm. And wouldn't you know it, right as he leaves the teapot shop, oh-- Hello, there. I see you running around.]

Elliot March.

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime leans in to inspect the selection. It was definitely an improvement but his tone remains unimpressed.]

Listen well. Your selections are no good.

The first one, what character did you have in mind when you chose it? If I had to guess, I would say it was the evil stepmother. That's the wrong inspiration for a Cinderella themed party. Also, a plain napkin like that won't add to the overall polished effect.

As for the second one, don't you think it will become an eyesore if all the napkins have ridiculously elaborate edges like that? The placemats will definitely have laced edges. Napkins like this would be too much.

There's the shade of blue to consider. Setting a theme streamlines your choices of colors and prints. Green, red, purple... These colors are useless to us. When we look at only the blues and whites, the selection becomes much smaller. It's easier to make a decision just looking at those colors, isn't it?

[Hajime chooses a napkin similar to Elliot's choosing, just with a simple silver lining instead of a frilly

[srslynotarabbit]

[Elliot just nods the entire way, eyes going a little wide and taking the napkin from Hajime's hand. He frowned, chewing on the inside of his lower lip for a moment before he cleared his throat and went on staring down at the item in his hand.]

...I don't think I know Cinderella very well, then.

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime stills. This suspicion. Elliot wouldn't just agree to something he knew nothing about, right...? Hajime slides his glasses up while narrowing his eyes.]

Don't you know the tale of Cinderella?

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[Panic, panic! Elliot brought his hands up defensively, colour rushing to his cheeks.]

N-no, it's not that! I thought I knew but then when I thought about it, I wasn't sure.

It was the one with the shoe and the pumpkin, I thought...

It's just...Blood was the one with all the books and he was reading all the time and I always had so much work to do that I didn't really have the time the read a lot!

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime crosses is arms expectantly. In the fewest words, this does not please him.]

Recite the story to me. It's no problem if you know the story, right?

[srslynotarabbit]

[Hesitation! Just that before Elliot makes a face and takes in a deep breath.]

There was a girl! And...she...ah...

She was dirty or something and had to clean up after her evil godmother and sisters. And then a fairy showed up and gave her a dress and some shoes and a pumpkin carriage so she could meet a...prince?

[He pauses, clearing his throat and thinking for a moment.]

Yes, it was definitely a prince. She wanted to marry him but at midnight she turned into a pumpkin and lost a shoe. So...the prince had to find her...and I think there was something about toes being cut off and there was blood everywhere!

But, I think he figured out who the shoe belonged too and they got married or something...

[Yes. That's it.]

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime nods. The beginning is bare but alright, that is the gist of it. Did he really just mix up the Fairy Godmother and Stepmother...? Hey, why does prince sound hesitant? Of course it's a prince! What else would it be? And--

Wow.

Wow. He is legitimately too shocked for words. He takes a moment to adjust his glasses before he snaps at something. If those napkins were in his hand, he'd be waving them angrily. His fists just shake. How could one retell Cinderella so horribly...!?]

Incorrect! What's that nonsense about blood everywhere?

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[There's a determined look on Elliot's face, a faint frown before he responds and crosses his arms over his chest.]

Well, it was in the shoe at least! How else was the sister supposed to get her gigantic foot in the thing?! She had to cut off her toe!

[suckmylipstick]

[Now he is shaking his hands at Elliot. No. Just no.]

There's no blood involved! What good would cutting off one toe do? The foot still wouldn't fit. Besides, it was clear that she wasn't Cinderella!

[srslynotarabbit]

[And Elliot's only halfway paying attention, tapping his chin thoughtfully.]

I'm pretty sure the other one cut off her heel or something...

[suckmylipstick]

She did no such thing!

[That's not even possible. Do you listen to yourself speak!? FINGERPOINT.]

You! Listen carefully. Cinderella earned her name because her face was covered in cinders. When her father died, she was forced to live with her evil stepmother who exploited her for manual labor. Even though her stepsisters wore lavish gowns, they weren't beautiful. Cinderella was beautiful but she was covered in ashes all the time.

[He pauses. Bah. He could have made those stepsisters beautiful no matter how hideous they were. Well whatever. Antagonists weren't meant to be beautiful. Beauty could only be achieved through the spirit. And yes, he was thinking all of this. Actually he thinks it's ridiculous Cinderella didn't stand up against her sisters or fight them for her honor.]When the household received an invitation to the Royal Ball, only Cinderella was forbidden from attending. Her sisters cruelly destroyed her dress to make an excuse of why she was unable to go, and the stepmother and sister left her behind. Cinderella began

[srslynotarabbit]

[Hajime. HAJIME. He doesn't even...

Have the hare, just staring and nodding slowly. He can't even form sentences that don't involve the words 'crazy' or 'totally insane'.]

[suckmylipstick]

[That is not a reassuring response. This stare says that Elliot better have understood.]

Do you understand now?

[srslynotarabbit]

Y-yeah, I understand!

[He does at least. But even if he didn't he probably wouldn't admit it.]

[suckmylipstick]

Then with that in mind, choose proper plates!

[Pointing to the aisle with plates. Make yourself useful.]