Room 512, Thursday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

It had struck Edward that he looked somewhat out of place here. The clothes he wore, especially. So he had gone to the bank to trade what little coin he had on him for the local tender - which was not enough, but he was trying to remain on the right side of the law instead of defaulting to a brief fascination with pickpocketing from his youth.

It had taken some haggling - they had insisted they did not haggle, but that just meant you had to haggle harder - but he had at least managed to buy a shirt... and now that it was the next morning and he had to get dressed, he was giving the shirt a decent examination. It had a hood, that much was familiar, and it was white-- but he couldn't tell what kind of fabric it was made of.

He cast it back onto the bed and contemplated his choices: look a bit silly with this odd shirt pulled over his breeches, or look a bit backward - and rather smelly, for a place like this, which was just ridiculously pristine - with his old clothes.

That this meant he was standing shirtless in front of the open door, he didn't particularly care about. It was warm in here anyway.

[[ open post, open door ]]

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[doesnotkneel]

"Is it?" Edward asked, glancing downwards briefly with a grin. "I'll consider it recommended, then."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"Oh, definitely," Karina said, laughing. "Is there a reason you're standing about like that though? Not that I mind..."

[doesnotkneel]

"Considering a change in wardrobe, like," Edward said, nodding at the two shirts on the bed. "I'm having a devil of a time deciding."

He would one day be a complete peacock; he was already on the way there.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm," she said playfully, studying his options. "I see that you're making your first foray into clothing from around here. Is that causing a crisis of... something?"

Karina didn't think 'faith' was the right word to use there, so she didn't.

"No modern pants to complete the look?"

[doesnotkneel]

"This is all I had coin for, unfortunately," Edward said, picking up the sweatshirt. "What do you reckon?" He held it up.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Erm.

"It's a step in the right direction," Karina said, which was pretty tactful for her. "Kinda."

Still pretty tactful for her. Sorry, Edward.

[doesnotkneel]

"I'll take it, then," Edward said, tugging the sweatshirt over his head. "Might have to find alternate ways to make a bit of coin 'round here next."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"You could get a job," she suggested. "Most jobs are, like, one day a week around here, so it's not a huge time-suck."

[doesnotkneel]

"Perhaps," Edward said thoughtfully. "Don't suppose anyone needs help lugging things around... or selling them."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure there's an antique store that's hiring," she suggested, after running through the shops and eliminating things that she thought wouldn't work. "Same with the general store."

[doesnotkneel]

"I'll give them a look," Edward said, smoothing over his new shirt. "I've got the gift of gab, or so they tell me; that should tide them over."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

She nodded, then considered him thoughtfully.

"Would it offend you deeply if I offered you a loan to get more clothing?" she asked. "You could pay me back later."

Karina would just give him the money, since she liked his attitude, but thought that would be hard on his pride. It was for most people.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward entertained the thought for a flicker of a second, but it passed almost instantly, thwarted by fierce pride. "No," he said. "Thank you for the offer, but I'll work this out. As I said, I'm capable enough."

Even if it kept him in rags for a few days longer.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"Sure," she said, letting it go as easy as that. Karina knew pride and when to drop something to do with it. "You'll have to show me your new gear, once you're fully kitted out."

[doesnotkneel]

"I'll make certain I do," Edward said, his mouth curving up. "Not that I have any lack of love for my previous garments, but I believe there's some wisdom in dressing to fit your environs."

Also: latent peacock tendencies. (God help them all when he finally decided to take them to their ultimate conclusion.)

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"Some people never get the hang of dressing to blend with the locals," Karina said agreeably.

She judged most of those people hard.

"Though I guess I can't talk. I didn't have to change a thing about my wardrobe."

[doesnotkneel]

"Lucky thing," Edward agreed. "Though I gather the impression we've all got some adjustments to make here, to settle in."