video | un: vaquero

[quinientos]

[It's very sad how proud he is that he's figured out his little phone, but that's just one part of modern society that he's got down pat. The other is one that's long overdue, because his shirt is still blood-stained, starting to tear at the seams, and no matter how he tries to save it, it's no use.]

Hello anyone who's listening. I have a little problem that could use solving and I have just enough money to make it worth someone's while. Maybe you can see, but I don't exactly have very nice clothes for these days, hoping that someone could take pity and show me what it is people wear.

[Normal people, not the kind who he's seen around.]

There's some cash in it for you. Maybe a good drink? Whatever you find best, but it only happens after you help me.

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text | un: vibe

[viber]

So you're looking for a personal shopper?

Looking to get some cool new kicks or
are you an alien learning how to dress and fit in with earth customs?
cause either way, I have advise.

text. > un: didnot.

[dedikated]

( She may be drunk while responding to this. We're sorry. )

copuld just go nakd. no oen'l imnd.

video; un: driver

[killertrack]

[ Baby, for all his skills behind the wheel, is truly, incredibly normal. A bit of a dork, but definitely normal. ]

I'd help you. It's easy, really, you just need a few t-shirts, a jacket, a couple pairs of jeans. I don't need cash for it.

[ He's helping Elizabeth discover music through the ages, he can help Vasquez get some fresh clothes. He's just trying to do good things. ]

[quinientos]

What is this personal shopper?

Are there really aliens here too? I thought it was just badly dressed people from the future where people want to wear as little as possible.

I'm from the 1860's. Fashion has changed, I think.

[quinientos]

Is that English? I don't think that's English.

[quinientos]

[Vasquez perks up when someone who looks like they don't have horrible taste in clothes appears on the screen, his eyes wider as he looks at him and assesses the words.]

I like the things you're saying so far. Where do we go to get them?

[T-shirts, jackets, jeans. He's seen these things around, knows they can look good without being leather or sparkly or cut up in strange ways. Maybe they won't ever be like what he's used to, but if it gets close, then he's happy.]

text > video.

[dedikated]

( oh, ffs. hold on.

Hey, dude. She's... looking a little worse for wear, but she's in a bar so what do you expect? )

Said you could jus' go naked. No one'll complain.

( Does she look irritable about having to switch to video? Maybe. Or maybe it's something else, but who knows. Her voice is holding some sort of bitter note to it, that's all that can definitely be said. )

[quinientos]

[He nearly recoils back when he sees her for the first time, not really because of what she's saying, but because of the fact that she looks not so good.]

What happened to you? Also, I think I might complain about being naked all the time. It's not exactly a good option.

[He raises a brow and studies the surroundings, giving a mild scoff.] Drinking?

[killertrack]

Oh, you can get them pretty much anywhere. I don't think there's a Primark or a Target here, but we can find out.

[ Baby doesn't expect to find The Gap in Cadelle, either, even if they do produce the best basic t-shirt packs ever. But he's pretty certain he can find things. After all, Kimberly went shopping for swimsuits before the beach party, so... there must be somewhere. ]

If you're more of a button-down shirts, I'm sure we can find those, too.

[dedikated]

That case... Jeans. T-shirt. Summat tight.

( KATE...
And wow rude. Are you saying you've never had a bit of bloodshot eyes or general alcohol-fueled dishevelment going on?

But, in response to the question, she just quickly switches the camera to show the half-drank pint in front of her. )

What do you think?

( Obviously )

[quinientos]

Now you've lost me.

[Why would he ever go to a target to get clothes? Maybe something changed between now and the future, but where you shoot shouldn't be where you go and buy things to wear. Then again, the boy looks like he knows a thing or two about clothes, so Vasquez is ready to listen.]

I want to get more clothes, the things that I like to wear. Button-downs, but vests, pants. Maybe even those simple short-sleeved shirts I see people in. Can you help with that?

[killertrack]

I can definitely help with that. Don't worry, I'll find somewhere to go to, I could do with a couple new shirts myself anyway.

[ One can never have too many white t-shirts. ]

Would you like me to pick you up?

[viber]

Someone rich people get when they're too important to get their own shopping and those dudes, they know what they're doing.

I'm not actually sure about the aliens 100% but I gotta figure, law of averages, this place is like a mess of about a billion different times, locations and universes, odds are there has to be like one alien, right?

1860? Oh damn. Well. You're not wrong.

[quinientos]

[ It is true that he likes tight pants, seeing as his trousers aren't exactly very loose, but his shirt is. There's no real in between and he raises a brow to give her a dubious look, glancing to the alcohol and then to her general state. ]

I don't know what jeans are. T-shirts, are those the things with half a sleeve? They look very comfortable, but not very flattering.

[ And he is, still, a touch of a peacock when it comes to wanting to show off. ]

[dedikated]

( MMMMM how to explain jeans. )

Shit I've been wearin' every time we met. ( Because she pretty much lives in denim of some description. ) And s'always vests if you wanna show off your arms.

( S H R U G. There's plenty of flattering top options really. )

[quinientos]

Do you have one of those cars too?

[He thinks of Reyes and the one he'd ridden in when he'd first arrived. It's a sight faster than a horse, but Vasquez is still an old traditionalist and prefers that, but it's not very easy to find one of those around here.]

Yes. Pick me up, let's do it. I'm in Gamma, you know where that is?

[quinientos]

I've never even thought of aliens of any kind. I didn't think I would have to think of them.

What I need is something that will not be torn or bloody or awful. If you can be my personal shopper, I will pay for this with beers, after?

[quinientos]

Those blue things? Those are jeans?

[He makes a little impressed face, because honestly, it's not so bad of an option, now that he thinks about it. He could do with vests too, because he already has the one good leather vest, he wouldn't mind some more.]

Okay, so jeans and shirts and vests. Do you know where I would get those things?

[killertrack]

'Those' cars? Not sure what you mean, but I do have a car, yes.

[ Baby has no idea what time Vasquez is from. he's a modern kid, sorry. ]

Yeah, I know. I'll be there shortly.

( ooc: do you want to thread it out, or handwave? )

[quinientos]

There can be more than one type?

[He's just getting used to the idea that cars are a thing that more than the rich can have, he doesn't know that there are models and makes and types, assumes they're all the same underneath.]

(ooc: if you're good, I'd love to thread out the buying!)

[viber]

Welcome to the future, man! We think about all kinds of stuff here. Doesn't matter what you don't have to think about cause anything is possible. Well, kinda. Like we're doing pretty good in my time - still kinda working on robots though.

You know what? Normally I'm not much of a shopper but I've literally got nothing else going on so yeah, why not? Free drinks.

So, hey, is your only requirement seriously just something not torn, bloody and gross? No colour preference.

[killertrack]

Huh, yeah. We can talk about it on the way, if you'd like.

[ This should be interesting. And after looking up a clothing store they can hope to find Vasquez some new - and comfortable - garments, Baby is on his way, in his usual bright red Challenger, the car purring as he rolls to a stop in front of Vasquez' building, sending a text that he's here once he puts the car in park. ]

[quinientos]

What's a robot? No, you know what, never mind. I have the feeling it's only going to confuse me again. Everything is very confusing.

I mean, I'd like to wear the same colors I've been wearing now. Burgundy, browns, blacks, tans, whites. I don't think that I would look very good in their strange neon things that I have been told are the bright eye-searing colors.

[quinientos]

[Vasquez is smoking on the corner because honestly, when isn't he smoking, and when a car pulls up with someone inside that's texting him that he's there, he can't help his dubious look as he leans his elbows over the top of the car and leans down, studying it.]

Does everyone here have a fancy car? Are these really the new horses?

[If so, looks like he's very behind and he should start learning. Opening the door and getting in, he goes through the motions like he had with Reyes' car, though this one seems sleeker and different, not as old.]

Is there something enjoyable to the driving of something that isn't even alive?

[viber]

Damn, I forgot how hard this stuff must be to grasp. You need like a guide to modern day. Some kind of 'twenty-first century for dummies' kinda manual.

Yeah, no, stay away from neon unless you got a hell of a lot of swag and can just pull it off. Which, no offence, sounds like you probably can't. So darks, mostly? Gotcha. You opposed to hoodies or are you looking to be like mister formal?