| video 01 | un: izzy

[sororis]

[The feed begins and immediately reveals a brightly grinning Isabelle. Some of the bedroom can be seen behind her, there appear to be scattered clothes, open suitcases, the typical "just moved in" scenario. Or maybe more like someone who brought the whole store home and still couldn't find the right outfit. She settled for black jeans and biker jacket over a red sweater.]

Hey, Cadelle, someone failed to tell me it was blizzard season here and I did not pack appropriately. Where's a girl going to find a fashion-forward parka in this place? And who wants to go shopping?

[The feed cuts with a wink and a grin and she's clearly in motion.]



[open to action tags as well as network tags! izzy's heading out shopping whether she gets any bites or not, she needs a parka, so feel free to catch her en route or wherever, if you'd prefer ♥]

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action.

[recoined]

( the worst of the blizzard has come and gone, but cadelle is still blanketed in thick, white sheets of snow. it'll take more than a few nights before it fades away, so stocking up on things warmer than her everyday wardrobe of tank tops and yoga pants seems like a good use of her free afternoon.

that is, until kimberly happens to spot a familiar looking face perusing the racks of one of her favorite shops. )

The black-on-black's the next rack over, fyi.

[sororis]

[Izzy wasn't opposed to color, so much as black really was the uniform. And she made it look good so it wasn't exactly a hardship. She glances up at her fellow shopper briefly, but continues perusing the creams and pinks. Pink is a no, but the cream... maybe a scarf...]

Thanks, but I have plenty of that.

[recoined]

Yeah, Clary clued me in on that pretty quick.

( it's just a casual name drop. if it's the same isabelle lightwood as before — and, admittedly, kimberly really hopes it's not — the reference won't be that surprising. she and clary practically go hand and hand here, what with the whole living together arrangement they've got going on. but if it's not the same isabelle... well, she supposes that'll get the girl's attention. )

Listen, I know the store pretty well, if you need a hand finding anything. Most of the good stuff's tucked in weird spots — I think the girl at the counter tries to hide it for herself...

[sororis]

[That does get her attention. And then some.]

Clary? [It's not a common name, especially one that would know her... which just brings more questions. And then she's grinning.]

Clary's here? I wasn't sure I'd know anyone. [Her focus narrows then, still friendly, but assessing.] How do you know her?

[Her eyes widen at the offer of help, and the explanation. How devious. She can appreciate that.] I was looking for gloves, scarves... and something warmer and maybe furry. It's colder than I thought it would be.

[recoined]

Yeah, Clary's here.

( oh, thank god. and this one's friendly, to boot. kimberly breathes a soft exhale of relief, and fishes out her phone — a quick flick through a few pictures, and when she lands on one of the exterior of the barbie house, she holds it out for the other girl to review. clary's unmistakable red hair is in the frame, her body sprawled out atop a hammock slung between two trees back when the weather was warmer. )

She's my roommate. She's... actually, she's probably taking a nap, but we can swing by if you want to say hi. After we find you something warm. ( attention rediverted; kimberly turns towards a rack behind her. hidden on the floor beneath a particularly ugly looking grey coat is a collection of scarves and mittens in all colors of the rainbow. she claims a rose gold colored pair for herself, and then gestures for izzy to follow her over. ) Like any of these?

[sororis]

[Isabelle takes it all in, the house, her friend in the hammock, the happiness radiating from every pore of it all. The house definitely screams Clary, and Izzy can't help shaking her head as she grins. If anyone deserved a break it was-- well, all of them, frankly, but no small measure Clary.]

I'd like that.

[But Clary's taking a nap and Izzy's no good to anyone if she freezes to death in her first few days there, so it's back to shopping. One of Izzy's most formidable skills just might be shopping sprees, not that she's one to brag too much about it. This girl definitely has a head start on her, though. Which brings her to introductions.]

What's your name? [Asked casually enough as she browses the newly revealed scarves and selects a shiny gold, a bright red, a cobalt blue just in case. And a pair of black leather gloves. Some things are just classic. She can't help but laugh, though.] These are perfect. I never would have touched that coat.

[recoined]

It's Kimberly.

( i already know yours gets swallowed down under a grin — it's probably obvious, anyway, that kimberly knows who she is. namedropping a friend tends to clue people in on that sort of thing relatively quickly. but if the other girl feels so inclined to introduce herself, she won't argue the point.

as for the coat itself, the response is quick: ) Yeah, it's pretty gross. But I don't know, this shop... ( she shakes her head, cropped locks swinging as she does ) I swear, I feel like I'm on a treasure hunt sometimes when I come in here. Half the racks are garbage.

( as she pulls herself to her feet, kimberly scans the room. there's a soft pink puffer vest on a mannequin that she's been eyeing for a few days now; might as well bite the bullet and get it while she's here. )

Did you need anything else, or just the gloves?

[sororis]

It's nice to meet you, Kimberly.

[Normally Isabelle would introduce herself, but it seemed redundant by now, she'd been recognized from the start. It makes her wonder for just a breath what kind of impression she's left on this city already.]

You find the best things that way. [she agrees, nodding. Shopping is an adventure all its own, it's more fun when you have to work for the best finds. It means no one else has.

At Kimberly's prompting she gives the rest of the store another look, pivoting in place just to see if it's possible her true quarry is hidden under another hideous decoy. It doesn't seem likely, so she holds up the scarves and gloves with a grin.]

I think I'm set here.

[recoined]

The check out's over there. ( a vague gesture towards the back of the shop, where a sullen looking teenager sits hunched over a glass-fronted counter, too busy flipping through the pages of a glossy fashion magazine to even notice the patrons standing around. ) I'll meet you.

( first things first, she wants that vest, even if it means clambering over a half-dressed mannequin or two to get to it. once acquired, it doesn't take long for either girl to hand over requisite payment for goods, and it takes even less to get out of the small shop once the former is taken care of.

when they're finally out on sidewalk again, kimberly clips the attached tag with her teeth, pocketing the discarded paper; once clear, the newly purchased vest is slipped on over her striped shirt. )

I have to make a stop at the Garage before I head home, but I can give you a ride over if you wanted to come with.

[sororis]

[Izzy gives another small smile and heads for the checkout, recognizing a dismissal when she gets one, but can't help glancing back to see what Kimberly's after. She stifles her laugh with her hand as Kimberly fights her way through the displays, and is immediately distracted by her phone receiving a video call, and of course it's Clary, whose ears must have been burning by now. She talks with her friend on the way to the checkout, the process goes quickly enough, for all of the bored teenager's sullenness, at least she can do her job. She waits off to the side, chatting with Clary until Kimberly is ready to leave with her vest. It suits her, Isabelle thinks.]

Actually, Clary just called and she's coming to me. [She gestures with the device in emphasis, and her smile is definitely brighter than it's been all that afternoon.]

But it sounds like we'll see each other again soon. Hit me up if you're shopping any other treasure hunts?