Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

[callada]

characters: EVERYONE??
location: General Store + around Beacon
date/time: October 18-31
content: This is the costume prompt from the TDM, delivered to you all in mingle-style by popular request and with mod approval
warnings: n/a for now but will update

Although the month is already well underway, residents of Beacon will notice a brand new shipment being delivered to the general store—only this one comes via the forest, as a small legion of spirits quickly drop off crates of boxes at its doorstep before scampering back into the woods. Hopefully nobody is riding too hard on hoping for further rations or supplies, because opening them up quickly squashes any notions of a full month's restock. Instead, it looks like each crate is bursting with costumes! Coming in all shapes and sizes to fit anyone of any age or decree, there’s plenty to choose from. Something scary? Magical? Clever? Or maybe even a bit on the sultry side? Dig deep enough, and you’re sure to find something to suit your tastes, props, accessories, wigs and all!

If nothing else, surely you can find an alternate use for a bit of spare fabric in your size, but what's the harm of having a bit of fun? But, oh, be careful if you're playing dress-up while the hallucinations from the event are in play... These costumes might just have a funny effect on you. 🤔!

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Rosinante | OTA

[callada]

1. The events of the last week have Rosinante utterly exhausted. The hallucinations come to an end, and finally, blissfully, he manages to sleep for a good ten hours straight, uninterrupted by visions of strings and hands and needless bloodshed.

When he finally emerges, cleans up, does his makeup for the first time in days, and ventures out with lingering paranoia, he notices this time rather than puppetry, the running theme around town is, apparently, wild costumes. Are these real? He stops near the bonfire and watches, then calls out to someone passing by with an eye-catching outfit:

"Is that... are we still hallucinating? What did I miss?"

2. Look, he's not opposed to costumes. Reminds him of being a kid again, at least a little. Maybe there's a funny hat or something simple he can indulge in. Maybe a cool feather boa or cape or something he can actually just steal and repurpose as everyday clothing.

But as he approaches the crate, someone else is already there, sorting through it, so he stands to the side and sets his lantern down. "Seen anything in my size yet?" he asks. That's going to be the biggest hurdle. Literally.

OTA - Post Bury A Friend Event

[worthallthis]

The Soldier doesn't actually remember holidays. It vaguely remembers costumes, but only in the context of a disguise or gear for a mission. So when it pokes its head in to see the new collection of... very weird clothing... instead of something more useful, it comes in all the way to pick at things in a kind of disappointed bafflement.

"This coat isn't heavy enough to be any good," it says blankly, examining what is pretty clearly a pirate costume coat.

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[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone is not really one for fancy clothes, as evidenced by his plain gray tunic and trousers, but he's curious about all the weird shit in here.

He looks up at Rosinante coming in, looks him up and down, and says without judgment, "I'll look. But if they brought these things for us, can't think they wouldn't include something for everyone."

[callada]

"I'm not sure whoever provides these ever thinks that far ahead," he replies. The clothing in the store, delivered each month, does range in sizes but clearly with the average height primarily in mind. It's a good thing he's not terribly picky about colors or patterns or he would be very out of luck. Nothing ever matches, he still hasn't found a pair of pants that actually completely covers his ankles, and his shirts tend toward too tight. Given the rate at which his clothing gets damaged, and the fact that the ferry is out of commission, he's starting to legitimately wonder if he'll have to learn sewing and make something out of bedsheets.

"Where did these come from, anyway? I don't remember seeing anyone carry them off the ferry."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"A bunch of the spirits brought them. I watched them come in." He does as promised, though, and starts digging through the clothing with a will, pulling up pieces that seem particularly large and holding them up in Rosinante's general direction, as if gauging size versus fabric strain. "You'd think if spirits brought them, they'd be a little more varied. It's not like they have any idea what sizes we should actually come in."

[callada]

"They've had months to watch us, though. They can probably make general guesses." But would they? Who knows. The things don't seem that intelligent. Even when they were attacked, it was the sheer number of spirits and their own lack of coordination and organization that caused so many problems. In the case of a reset, they're still probably out of luck just because of how outnumbered they are.

But those thoughts are for another day. Right now, it's probably smart to try and relax, as hard as that is.

"That's pretty cool, that coat," he says, nodding to something long and bright red, with gold buttons. Not great for not being noticed, but fine for around town. Not the sort of thing he'd normally wear exactly, but none of these are.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"It'd go pretty nice with your face paint," Stone agrees, and offers the coat to Rosinante to try. "Think you can squeeze it on? I'm no Arbora, I can't do mending-- eyesight's not good enough. But if you really want it, maybe someone else can make it fit."

[callada]

"Well, let's see," he says as he reaches for it. He makes no attempt to actually fit his arms into it, but simply drapes it over his shoulders, wearing it like a sort of cloak - or he tries, anyway.

"It's close. Kinda narrow," he points out. It wasn't cut for someone with shoulders quite as broad as his, even if the length looks all right. It has to open too wide to fold nicely around him, leaving creases down the back and it slips off quickly when he tries to turn in it. "I don't actually know if anyone around here does tailoring these days, though. Used to."

Which is to say, Melisandre did, but she hasn't been seen in months, now. The thought of so many people being lost without a trace still hurts.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Ironically, Bucky could probably do it... if somebody ever reminded the Soldier it knew how.

Stone does know clothes, though, once he leans back enough to get a decent view of him through his one good eyes. "And the sleeves will probably need to be extended. But it could probably be done. Just don't ask me to try, I'd probably ruin it. What's your name, anyway?"

[callada]

"Rosinante," he replies, as he scoops up the coat to hang over his elbow until he finds someone who can modify it. The sleeves are low priority to him - convenient if it gets truly cold, but everyone normally just wears these things on their shoulders otherwise.

Well, everyone at home. People here don't really do that, do they? Weird. Well, fashion trends can hardly be expected to cross planetary borders.

"And you?" he asks, as he holds out his hand to shake. He's seen the man here and there, but never got a great handle on who he is. One of the most recent arrivals, he knows that much.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Stone. Line-grandfather of Indigo Cloud court, but nobody here knows what that means, so I just keep saying it to collect the confused looks." He smiles, though. "Besides, it gives me an excuse to talk about home when people ask." He doesn't get up, since getting up requires energy and moving grumpy old bones, but he does reach to take the hand... well, the wrist. He clasps his fingers around Rosinante's wrist for a light squeeze rather than a shake, then lets go.

[callada]

Not the sort of greeting he'd expected in any way at all, so Stone does get rewarded with a brief blank look of something like confusion, though more at the wrist squeeze than the rest. He never expects to know what people are referring to when they talk about their home nations here, after all.

"Well, you're right about that. Mind explaining? Since you've given yourself the opening for it."

Sort of refreshing to come across someone who wants to talk about who they are and where they're from, anyway, so he'll take advantage of that for the novelty of it.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone grins. Works every time, don't it? "Line-grandfather. Means I'm a fluke of the bloodlines and I lived three or four times the lifespan I should have, and got three or four times bigger than I should have before I finally faded and died. Also means most of my colony is related to me, at this point, and my great-granddaughter is the reigning queen. Indigo Cloud is the name of the colony."

[callada]

There's a slight crease between Rosinante's brows as he contemplates all of this. Standing upright again, he slides the coat up over his shoulder and rests his hand on his hip.

"Wow. Well, congratulations, that sounds like quite the legacy," he replies as he tries to figure out exactly how and what to ask about the ... all of that.

"Are you from Earth?" Starting there sounds good. This must be an Earth thing, right? None of it makes much sense to him.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Nope. Never heard of the place until I got here. Never smelled a human before, either. We call where I'm from the Three Worlds, but it's only one-- what is it, planet? Only one planet, with the three worlds of ground, sea, and sky contained in it."

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[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale isn't planning on putting on any costumes. No, he'd been digging through all of them to see if there might be any supplies buried at the bottom. And somehow during all this mess, he'd found a nice blanket. He had thrown it over his shoulder thinking he could bring it to someone else who might need, only--

--Only he then realized it was actually a dress. A ballgown. Really, of all the supplies.

It's really loading down the things he's picking out from the pile, so he gets the brilliant idea to try it on since it won't weigh down his arm and he might need it later.

He's looking quite a bit... princessy, as he continues searching for anything.

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[lunchbreaks]

"Oh... No, I'm sorry. But we could always take some of this apart and make you something!" he offers. He pulls out a cape, which looks like it might fit Rosi or might work as a bolt of fabric, and hands it over.

[sauntered_downward]

"It's a good look for you, angel," Crowley says, leaning against one of the racks. "Brings out your eyes."

He has, of course, chosen to put on the first costume closest to himself, which happens to be a halo and a pair of white wings. Which, in his opinion, is basically the best costume he could have asked to find.

[lunchbreaks]

"Ah, do you really think so?" he asks, as he slips on long gloves and then goes to help Crowley attach his halo.

"Very funny one you've got. Ready to practice our celestial harmonies together?"

[sauntered_downward]

"Figured it might get others in the town to think a bit better of me," Crowley says. Of course, apologizing and being generally kinder to everyone might do the same thing, but Crowley isn't about to do any of those things. Of course not.

"Where do you think these all came from, then? What with the ferry gone?"

[lunchbreaks]

"The forest, I think. And you know that no one's chosen to forgive me simply because I'm an angel," he admonishes.

But he does affix the halo. "Oh, you look absolutely ridiculous. And you have wings. They're quite nice wings!"

[sauntered_downward]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Crowley says. "I think I'm rather fond of the little ones I've got here."

He wiggles his shoulderblades and glances back at the little white wings. His eyes narrow as he looks over his shoulder at his actual wings, hidden just in the ether. They look different---they look wrong. Is he imagining something? He must be.

[lunchbreaks]

"Crowley, are they... do they actually move? That's fascinating," he says, not noticing that a spirit deer has come out of the forest, and a few spirit birds have come to hang around his face.

"What a specific costume." He goes over to touch the little wings, to inspect them.

[callada]

"Oh. Not human," he replies, surprised. The guy looks human enough, right? Completely within the normal sort of variation he's used to, but he's glad Stone mentioned it before he could state that assumption of his aloud.

"Well, then I hope you don't mind being thrown in with so many of us," he says with a bit of a smile and a half-shrug. "What do your people call yourselves?"

[callada]

"Yeah? You know anything about sewing?" he asks as he reaches for the cape and looks it up and down.

It's certainly long enough, and the dark purple fabric isn't even a terrible color. He can see it as a poncho in its future, that might be cool. Or a big, bulky scarf. It's starting to cool off these days - there was frost by the riverbank when he woke up, and with no sun to warm the air, they might be in for a deep freeze soon.