Shoes! Ohmahgawd Shoes!, Speed bonding Asids

Let’s get some shoes~
Let’s get some shoes~
OH MY GOD SHOES.
These shoes rule.
These shoes suck.
These shoes rule.
These shoes suck!
These shoes are $300.
These shoes are $300.
These shoes are $300.
LET’S GET ‘EM!
 
Umber looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. And by there, we mean the whazzitian market place bazaar. Although the witch was normally oh so very fond of the bustling market place and never too busy to stop there. This time, it was her shopping buddies that ruined the excursion. The witch sat at an old-timey tea café, sipping on her drink, smoking her pipe, blowing orange smoke rings, and refusing to admit connection to the scene in front of her. A ribbon-bedecked basked rocked back and forth rather dangerously close to the table’s edge. The source of the rocking? Three swarming baby Asids hissing and spitting and wrestling with each other. The source of contention?

"They can’t agree on where to shop next." Umber sighed as the scene inevitably gathered a few gawkers. She gave a few the harry eyeball as they looked her up and down. Really. She could understand ogling the basket, but witches were never meant for ogling.

"Unless more people can escort them around the market, I’m done." A veritable mountain of gift-wrapped packages swayed in the wind behind the witch, partially obscuring the tea shop behind her.
 
Bonds:
2/2 Shadows
Lagrande -- Geoffrey
L.A. -- Gatsby
1/1 Masked
Milan -- Gatsby
 
Attendees: Geoffrey, Gatsby

Posting: Thursday, August 9th

The Ladies:

The LET ME BORROW THAT TOP Masked
She’s all murky blue and smudged with dark grey, an inversion of the typical Masked. Her boneplate is extra, extra shiny white. For the moment, it’s also covered in a sleek coat of glittery white nail polish that sparkles blue in just the right light. She follows the suit of other Maskeds being aloof, but only when she doesn’t see something she wants. Nay, NEEDS. And right now, she needs THAT TOP. Now there’s nothing to stop her except for the fact that she needs a ride to the next store.
 
The DON’T BE A BETCH Shadow
Some might call her passive aggressive, and some might call her petty. But she knows who the real betch here is, and it’s anyone but her. Most likely, it’s you. She loves to collect, especially jewelry and fine perfumes. So she’ll need a lot of help with her morning toilette. She’s possessive and clingy, not to mention very, very vocal for an Asid. So it will take someone very special to love her, or at least tolerate her antics. Her antics? Mostly about nail polish. Speaking of, each of her claws sports a fire-engine red sheen that highlights the smokey darkness of her nearly black figure.
 
The I’M GOING TO GET WHAT I WANT Shadow
She doesn’t care about you, your shinies, or your rules! She’s going to leave the house on her own and go get what she wants! Never mind the fact that an asid isn’t really supposed to wear shoes, she’s on a mission to find some in her pair, or an extra-large platform high-heel that she can use as a throne. She’s prissy and demanding, and can never have enough! But, you love her anyway, because she encourages you to make equally outrageous purchases and is an enabler of the highest tier. Sorry about your wallet, though. She matches her twin sister in everything but the nail polish. Instead, she has a human’s amethyst ring secured on her tail that flashes in the light as she attempts to pile drive her siblings.

Dr. Horrible and Geoffrey were enjoying (one more obviously than the other who refuse which meant anything) a day out looking for certain science bros supplies, after a terrible disaster really don't want to ask about were somebody hadn't shut the laboratory door properly. Let's say a lot of broken glass had been involved. Dr. Horrible led the way, clearly enjoying being out in the warm sun, although the extra spring in his step was due to a purchase they darting made that was a little less natural. A pair of brand-new, spiffy goggles were secured around his forehead, and although it was a little bit silly it was also a little bit adorable, that tailored lab coat of his own that was flapping against his sides a clean fresh white and loosely cut to let his wings fit through.

What going on over there? he suddenly asked, stopped in his tracks with a curious tilt of his head.

Geoffrey looked over across the street where the Gold Demonhound was staring, and ended up just staring as well for a few seconds. He hesitated to say anything, but both of them were curious. Hff. "Let's go see," he grumbled, constantly glancing at the stack packages as they crossed over and being a bit skeptical whether it was going to fall over on him or not.

Listening to the story, Geoffrey crossed his arms over his chest and said absolutely nothing about being willing to help, being quite obviously not the kind of man who was prone to metrosexual shopping excursions, but he was too slow to say as much. Dr. Horrible had already popped his head up and was blinking at the basket. Looks like already bought half the market, he said. What more you want? Lol, says the dog who wants to take over the world.

Do we even need to tell you who was quite obviously the kind of man who was prone to metrosexual shopping excursions? Because it was totally not the werewolf who was walking out of a neighboring building to the cafe, thumbing his way through a decently sized wad of cash while two Ailoa were at his heels. One could only imagine they were being incessantly annoying what with they way Gatsby was completely ignoring them as they trotted around behind him.

Seriously? Can’t expects me to work magics with budget like that! Needs more monies if you wants house to look to die fors, of course she changed the way she said it with every nagging sentence, but essentially that was all that he Azawakh with some kind of magazine clutched in her mouth was saying.

Her Laekenois companion was a little more tolerable, but he wasn’t really talking about anything relevant or that made sense until they were in the thick of people gawking outside the tea cafe, Oh, should takes Mr. Rooster here sometime. Look at all the peoples. You think they’d likes Mr. Rooster? He very likable. Lady with lotsa presents seem likable, even if she smell like weird plantses. Weird metal man always seem grumpy though.

Gatsby, who was paying no attention to were he was going (counting money is srs bizniz), actually decided to respond to Gary because what he was saying was even weird for him. He looked up as he spoke, putting a clip on his money and slipping it into a pocket (yay he was starting to wear clothes again), “What are y--”

“Oh.”

There was a moment of hesitation where he looked between Umber and Geoffrey, but then in his usual theatrical way Gatsby plopped himself in an empty chair at Umber’s table with a, “Fancy seeing you two here.”

ooc| i'll edit colors in when i'm not on my phone at the doctor's office

Shoes! The I’M GOING TO GET WHAT I WANT Shadow snapped at Geoffrey and his bond. Obviously most of those packages were for Umber, as they smelled of strange spices and mysterious magical reagents. No doubt there was also a metric ton of ribbon and fancy fabrics. The witch was very specific about her tastes, after all. And the girls in the basket were feeling a little left out. Of course, Umber didn’t let any of this on. Naturally, her shopping habits were her business and her business alone. More importantly, they were not Geoffrey’s business.

The LET ME BORROW THAT TOP Masked stared at Gatsby for a moment before chiming in. THAT TOP. She even stopped fighting and scratching at her sisters for a moment, just enough to jab a shiny claw at Gatsby’s, no doubt, very fashionable shirt. Hey, the boyfriend shirt was all the rage this season, and this particular Masked wanted a piece of it. Or five. Or seventeen.

Umber, on the other hand, was less than pleased and over joyed at the same time. She raised an eyebrow or two, staring at Gatbsy and giving him quite the ‘You better explain everything to me later, or so help me I’ll turn you into a cucumber.’ LOOK.

Nope nope nope. He did not what Gatsby's company right now. Namely, he did not want Gatsby's company, along with two Ailoa, on a shopping excursion. Because one or the other or all three were inevitably going to try to rope him and his science buddy into things, he just knew it, and no, he didn't want to go shopping with any of them. They had to look for manly things like... Well, glass jars. Hey! Formaldehyde preserves need to be well-sealed. As many of his specimens as had sensitive noses, he didn't want to put up with the bickering if he didn't keep everything properly secured away.

Clothes were not manly science buddy things, is the point, focus on that point.

Dr. Horrible stared at the Shadow that spoke up. So did Geoffrey. SO MANY LOOKS ALL AROUND. Okays then, the Demonhound blinked. You get them shoes, he encouraged a little lost-like, not sure what else to tell her.

So of course, the Asid wanted to shop for clothes too. Or accessories. Which one did shoes count as? Who cares. Why did he ever think anything different about what she would want. Whatever was going on, it had to be something which would annoy him immensely, or it wasn't a real day in the Weyrd.

Geoffrey spared a patented look for Gatsby for just a second. "Having fun?" Yeah, he couldn't resist saying something to somebody who was clearly having so. much. fun.

LOOKS AND LOOKS AND LOOKS, OH MY!

Between Elaine’s disapproving-of-everything-this-outing-involved glance, Umber’s cucumber transmogrification glare, that greedy Asid stare, and Geoffrey’s Look™, it was a good thing that Gatsby was pretty much immune to looks. Pretty much. Meaning, he may or may not have been totally squirming around beneath some of them on the inside but nobody’d ever know.

“If you ruin this top, I will not hesitate to cut that claw and all the rest of them clean off,” the werewolf narrowed his eyes at the claw that jabbed at his obviously fashionable yet simple oxford shirt. It was safe to say Gatsby’s wasn’t in the sharing mood. If the Masked wanted a piece, she’d have to get her own. He’d show her where if it meant getting away from the Azawakh who would not stop with the Why’s we sitting? This no time to sit. Needs to get things to redo interior. If you’s no help, just gives me the money. Should’ve just gone by self to begin with!

Gary wasn’t doing much to help and Geoffrey was making a quip and all Gatsby could reply was, “Oh, just loads.”

You takes me! The Masked demanded. Wants shoes and a diamond! Nothing less! Haven’t you heard, Geoffrey and Dr. Horrible? Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. And she’s going to need one if you aren’t going to be her shopping buddy. Come on Mr. Science, tell me you didn’t keep a sizable rock around to pacify all of those suitors? If not the genuine article, why not some cubic zirconium? Honestly, she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Smarts was not her strong suit, but she could make up for your lack of feminine side.

Bond! The I’M GOING TO GET WHAT I WANT Shadow to Geoffrey

Decorating? Interior decorating? Now that had certainly piqued the shadow’s interest. Why worry about a top when she now had to worry about how to decorate her new suite. She lurched out of the basket, clawing her way onto Gatsby’s arm, and then his very fashionable shirt. Finally resting on the werewolf’s shoulder, she made her own demands. A garnet, to match my nails! I think a room of neutral greys would suite me. But, with a pop of turquoise. Matches my eyes.

Bond! The LET ME BORROW THAT TOP Masked to Gatsby

HEY. Don’t be a betch. Share! The DON’T BE A BETCH shadow practically tipped over the basket in her scramble to follow her sister to Gatsby’s shoulder. She wanted a room, too, don’tchaknow? This guy was clearly better than Umber. While the witch took them shopping, she made them all stay in one room. And that was practically torturous. I mean, her sisters were always stealing her Shiny Glamour magazines and creasing the covers. Intolerable conditions. At least now she could get away from her twin and really shine!

Bond! The DON’T BE A BETCH Shadow to Gatsby

Well, that was unexpected. Geoffrey didn't have any time even to say anything sassy back to anybody, or to appreciate the popularity of names starting with G and ending in Y, before one very demanding bond was shoving its way in place. Apparently, this particular Asid got what she wanted. Even Dr. Horrible was giving her a sketchy look. This did not seem like a reliable cooperative accomplice. But we not that kind of mindmasters, he pointed out frustratedly. Jewel thiefs! So cliché. Too flamboyant.

The Shadow suddenly hopped onto his back then onto Geoffrey's front, claws holding into his shirt. Did I stutter? Let's get some shoes! Geoffrey stared back blankly for a couple seconds before Dr. Horrible coughed and looked around not so stealthily. Come on, just take her and go before any other of the weird little things could get attached to them. Who knew if more were hiding in the mountain of purchases. "Alright! Fine!" He threw a murderous look at Umber and Gatsby before moving on with Dr. Horrible and Lagrande to find the nearest equivalent to a department store (where do you even BUY Asid-fitting shoes?). Nobody ever say anything about him going shoe shopping for a girl. This never happened.

ooc| Which obviously means every opportunity shall be taken to tease him mercilessly |D Thank you!

Oh dear god.

That was really all there was to say. It was a good thing Geoffrey wasn’t able to make any sassy remarks because Gatsby would definitely not be able to make any back. Not with not one, but two, of the scaly terrors crawling up his arms and undoubtedly ruining his shirt. He gave Umber a withering look to no avail, but honestly it was his own fault for being such a hot commodity.

Elaine seemed rather pleased with the Masked, though. Not her sense of design, oh no that was terrible. Garnet? Greys and turquoise? Oh no no no. But at least she also wanted to get a move on. Seriously, Gatsby. This was no time to dawdle. Many purchases were needed to be had! Even more so now with the two Asids in tow. Except, you know, there may or may not have been a detour to a department store in order with no ulterior motives involved. Haha, right.

Even as the gang left, happy and oblivious Gary was still happy and oblivious and climbing into the chair that his bonded had been occupying a second ago. He looked up at Umber, Would you like some teas? Wants to see if this is good place to take Mr. Rooster.

ooc| The Masked is Milan and the Shadow is L.A., couldn’t really figure out how to name them IC, whoops. |D Thanks, love!