nysalogs | lessons in the art of the selfie

Who: Angel (r3f4c70r3d) & Prompto Argentum (punshots)

What: Sightseeing and selfie taking downtown

When: Backdated to early August Where: the bustling streets of the capital

Warning(s): none

[ Angel has spent the majority of her time since arriving in the capital not actually in it at all. Thesa had everything she needed, in terms of food and shelter, she was more familiar with its level of technology, and nice as the thought was, she didn't especially need her own space, the boarding rooms on the station suited her just fine. Besides, it was taxing to going back and forth to check up on things every other day so she would just spend several up there at a time.

Ironically freedom had lead her to never getting out.

She at least has some self awareness though, so in an effort to combat herself, after checking the cryopods that morning she texts the most outgoing person she has met thus far. ]

Good morning! Apologies, this is a bit out of the blue, but are you free today?

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Thank you for showing me these.

[ It's a little melancholy, knowing that this beautiful world will both remain crystalized in Promptos camera, but that it's also gone forever. She wonders how he's dealing with that. For her, leaving Pandora and her position on it was deliverance, but Prompto's world looks like it was actually really nice.

She wants to ask but she also doesn't want to run the risk of making him sad, to bring a perfectly nice afternoon down with such questions, so instead she refocuses on something in the window of the tailor shop across the cobbled road from them. ]

I've never seen garments like that before

[ There's a lightweight looking jacket in the display Angel is particularly drawn to. ]

[ He thanks the camera back in hand, fondness in his smile as he replaces it at his belt. There's no doubt he'll be whipping it out again soon, because while it is full of bittersweet memories of home, that didn't mean he wasn't going to make new memories worth photographing here as well.

That same smile still on his lips, he looks up at the window display when she remarks on it. Those are some pretty sharp-looking duds... ]

You think so? You should try it on! Or several things on. Fashion montage!

[ That's half the fun of shopping! ]

[ Angel fusses for a moment. She hasn't done something like a "fashion montage" since she was a literal child. How old...maybe 7? Can't remember, but it was with Jack and her mom, a happy memory. She feels like this shouldn't be allowed, it's too big a luxury. Something a typical teenage girl should have gotten to do every weekend, but by being denied it something so simple has become almost overwhelming.

She's emboldened by encouragement, however. Nodding in affirmation and crossing the street with a sense of purpose. She's free now, she can do whatever she wants, try on as many clothing pieces as she feels like. Maybe even buy for herself, once she has sufficient coin. Own things that will truly be hers alone.

The door sets off a tinkling chime that sits above it when opened, and she lets herself and Prompto into the store ]

Hello?

[ Now that's the spirit! With a buoyant grin, he follows after her into the shop, peering around for anything he might suggest for her - and, okay, for himself, too. The main focus here is her, but if he finds something he likes for himself, he won't stop himself from trying it on, too! ]

Hey, they've got some really nice stuff in here! [ He strolls over to one of the racks and starts picking through it. ]

What would you say your style is, anyway?

[ She's busy taking a closer look at the display mannequins, though she dare not touch anything considering the little money she currently has in her possession. When Propto asks what her style is she stops, taking a look down at the clothing that has been provided for her here(nothing to sniff at, a simple long sleeved tunic and leggings) and then thinking to the clothing provided to her back home (once again, nothing very fashionable. A grey and yellow bodysuit made up of clean lines, though it was always covered by her plating) ]

I don't really have one.

[ Hadn't been given the chance beyond what she'd searched and seen on the echonet to develop a style to call her own. ]

[ Hey, that's fair. Not having a personal style just means she probably had other important things going on in her life. But he's undeterred, giving her an appraising look. He's no expert on Olympian fashion - it's waaaay different than what was trending back in Insomnia, anyway - but that isn't about to stop him. ]

Hey, now's as good a time to form one as any! Just pick out some things you like and you're already on your way.

[ She scans the racks of clothing for a moment, before she finally settles on a dress in the back of the shop, reaching out and carefully touching one of its finely woven sleeves.

Everything on Pandora was covered in a fine (or not so fine) layer of dirt, ripped and burned and shredded and stitched back together much like its people. Helios was all bold, sharp lines. Sterile.

This was clean, but there was a human touch to it too. Special care put into each part of the garment.

She, as gentle as possible because she's sure this is worth her weight, pulls it out a little further so that Prompto can see what she's been eyeing ]

Something like this?

[ He steps over to her when she pulls out the dress to take a closer look at what she's chosen. It seems a good fit for her, personality-wise - from what he knows of her, at least. And style-wise, it looks great.

Of course, she could have pulled out a pajama onesie and he would have supported it. But this is better. ]

Winner of Outfit of the Year right here! [ He beams at her. ] Do you wanna try it on?

She looks to the outfit, then back at Prompto, then what seems to be an a scan of the entire store, before saying in an unsure, almost conspiratorial tone

Am I allowed to do that? It's--

I don't have any money to buy it. I doubt the shop owner would be pleased.

[ He shrugs breezily, features still bright and enthusiastic. ]

Don't worry about that! Besides, you can't start building your style deck without trying anything on.

[ Plus, if she really likes it, he'll spot her the coin to pay for it. It's the least he can do, really. ]

[ Prompto no.

She studies the item again for a moment, unsure if this is actually allowed. Some places on Pandora would have your head for wasting a shopkeeps time with idle browsing. But this isn't Pandora, she has to keep reminding herself that. This is new and different, and she should start taking advantage of simple freedoms such as this. A chance to try on clothing wouldn't be a luxury to most, but it is to her.

Carefully, she removes the hanger from the rack ]

Okay. I am going to try it. There is a place in here to do that right? Rooms to change in.

[ His grin widens even further, if possible, when she removes the dress from the rack. Yes! This is the first step on her journey to...well, maybe a few things. Finding clothes she likes is one of them. A little more comfort in her own skin is another, not that he really has room to talk, there. But if he can help her feel confident enough to at least try on an article of clothing, he'll feel like he's done something right. ]

Yeah, of course! Let's see - [ He tips up onto his toes, before pointing near the back of the shop. ]

Back there. If you want, you can come out and show me after you try it on!

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