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[ it smells like dirt.

barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.

but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.

but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]

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Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?

[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]

[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]

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Well, here it might be useful! This place doesn't have just a normal gym, y'know. Holographic ones'll have to do! [S-so there!]

[ are you just arguing to argue or something. ]

Yes. Which is why I'll figure it out. So we can make use of it.

[>:^E yes.

I mean—NUH-UH. But at least you're not trolling him for his old man tendencies now.]

... I forgot to mention. This place has some really weird kinds of people in it. So if you see things like.... maaa, a talking skeleton with an afro, don't worry. He's pretty friendly.

[ or, you know. a talking lion. at any rate. ]

.. Right. I'll keep that in mind. But I'll reserve my judgments for myself.

[TO ACTION WE GO.

And to make this action A Thing, Shiki will as promised have the door to All Passions propped open as a sign of which building is correct. She's not entirely sure what to be looking out for in terms of the man she was just speaking to, but she's used to people just wandering in and out. Take your time, Barnaby. Take. Your. Time.]

[ HE WON'T KEEP YOU WAITING FOR LONG, just long enough. after an hour or so he finally arrives, jacket still draped over his forearm.

and he doesn't approach anyone directly because he's got to snoop around first, check all the clothing racks, inspect labels and seams and overall handiwork because fashion is serious business. ]

[She's going to let him snoop, even if she's watching from the corner of her eye. She's sitting behind the counter in the middle of the room with Mr. Mew the stuffed cat, working on repairing the sleeve of something. Currently the shop is a mixture of her fall clothing and her winter clothing, so it's a mash-up of long-sleeve shirts, pants, leggings, jackets, etc. Three years of practice helps.

She can't keep quiet for too long though, so after about five or ten minutes of snooping she'll look up and address him.]

...can I help you?

Not really. It's pretty dead.

[You don't like the woods? Welp, Peach is actually pretty fond of them. Why, Toad Town is pretty much surrounded by trees and the like, so it's only natural that she grew to love those.

So, she's strolling around, with a pink dress and umbrella combo that can almost rival Bunny's wings. At least they have SOMETHING in common.

She hears him talking and decides to approach him carfully, not to scare him or something. She knew just how disorienting being dropped in that place could be.]

Ah, hello. I... think I can guide you to town. There's probably a tailor there. [She offers him a sympathetic smile. She isn't sure because she never needed a tailor, but she's guessing that wouldn't be hard to find.]

I see. Regardless, thank you for the advice.

[ because this convo has to end man this is way too awk. ]

[ ten minutes is more than enough time for him to do a thorough enough check so he smiles politely and steps up to the counter. ]

Yes, actually - I believe we spoke over the journals.

[ nope, he's a city kid all the way through, princess. dirt is .. dirty. but he didn't grow up in toad town, so!

oh she is very pink he can appreciate that, and such an attractive hairstyle, too. but barnaby isn't really thinking about those sorts of things and goodness that dress is very.. ornate. hm. but anyway, he snaps the journal shut because it's the polite thing to do. ]

Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.

Hey, just a warning. But then, there's a lot of things to warn about, I guess. I kinda... had a crash course on this whole 'malnosso' business. And I even got a tour of the place.

Did you know there's a beach here? You take a teleporter to get to it.

[I AM TRYING TO BE A HELPFUL PARTNER AND FILL YOU IN.

AM I DOING GOOD, AM I AM I?? :D]

I appreciate it, Kotetsu. But I'm capable. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll confer with you, if I have any concerns.

[ pause. ]

A beach? I can't remember the last time I went to a beach..

Oh, you're the one with the leather. Nice to meet you...I'm Shiki. [She gestures to the shop.] Up to your standards?

[Glad you liked her smooth, silky hair. She'll definitely share her secrets with Barnaby when they become friends.

But for now, to tackle the task at hand.]

Not a problem. I was just strolling around. I'll be glad to help. [She smiles warmly.] I take... you just arrived here, right?

... Really? It's been a while?

[Signs that you work too much, Bunny. And that's coming from me. From me!]

Mmm... It was pretty cold up there. But hey, at least we have one!

[I'm just, uh. Hoping we're not here in the summer because we're home. Oh, and he'll just stroll into the restaurant all chill-like. He's had a lot on his mind—he figures Bunny did, too. Even moreso than him. A-after all, he did just learn his memory was shot and his life was all a big puppet dance.

... Yeah...

But. But he seems like he's doing okay. Maybe this mess was helping him to focus on something, so he didn't have to deal with their world's messes.

... Maybe that's why he didn't want to do any hero business. He takes a seat, his shoulders slouching at his mental monologue. Of course. Why would he want to deal with anything, when all this crazy stuff happened so close together?

~lost in thought~

Give him a second here.]

[ hey man he didn't have time for frivolous things like beaches and vacations and fun while he was busy being consumed by revenge okay. tracking crime syndicates takes up a lot of time.

but anyway, barnaby casts a quick glance around the restaurant, it's nothing fancy or impressive but it looks passable enough, and slides into the seat across from kotetsu.

.. and it's so obvious when you're mentally monologuing. barnaby sits back in his seat and crosses his legs and gives him a second, but before it can get awkward he pipes up. ]

.. Is everything all right, Kotetsu?

[ he smiles pleasantly. ]

Yes, they're very good. Are all of them yours? [ gesturing to all the racks behind him. ]

[ barnaby slides the journal into his back jeans pocket and stands straight, draping his jacket over his arm. ]

It seems that way. Is this a .. common occurrence?

If you're searching for your clothing, you should be able to find it in one of the shops in town.

Actually, yes. Everytime, around the start of the month, people seem to drift here, with no rela explanation.

Oh, yeah, the tailor! You can ask me whatever you want as I take you to town. [She offers him a smile.]

[oh right.

He'd say 'it's nothing', but that is like... too obvious at this point. So he'll go for a grin and lean on his elbow.]

I was just thinking. Looks like you're stuck out in the country, eh?

Are you sure you can handle being out of Sternbild, Mr. Gold Stage?

Yeah, definitely. I've had a few years of practice thanks to this place...I didn't have a lot of designing experience before coming here, but sewing was an old trick by then.

[ barnaby frowns thoughtfully, crossing his legs under the table and knitting his brows. being here is definitely .. not going to be easy, but he'll adapt. barnaby is versatile, and this place could be worse, but he still doesn't like it. ]

I'll handle it well enough. Though I can't say I'll enjoy it.

[ NO REAL HAIR SALONS.. :( ]

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