First Pattern ; action, written

[hikaruorkaoru]

[action for one:]

[It's a very nice day, isn't it, Luceti?

Anyone who happens to be up by the cherry blossom tree hill might notice that there's someone asleep under the largest tree. He looks quite content, laid out in the grass with the green leaves giving him shade.

But, well, his clothes might tell a different story. Looks like there's another New Feather in town, and he's not going to be happy when he wakes up.]

[action:]

Cheap. Cheap. Hideous. Cheap.

[Hikaru Hitachiin is focusing all his attention on the clothes in front of him. Lots and lots of clothes and nothing he likes.

Of course, it's probably not really the clothes. It's his way of trying to process everything. Of being kidnapped, of having wings, of not having Kaoru, of being away from his club, of trying to deal with everything. The clothes are still awful, though.

Hikaru gives a frustrated groan as he throws a fourth shirt on the ground.]

All of these clothes are crap!

[written:]

[It's gotten late at night, and Hikaru's abandoned his search of the village for the guys. So, instead, he's sitting with his journal. Which is supposed to communicate with everyone, so.

Might as well try.]

Kaoru? Are you here? Answer me if you are.

Haruhi? Boss? Kyouya-senpai? Mori-senapi? Honey-senpai?

Anybody?

Comments

[action]

[musubi]

If that's your best bird impression, it could use a little bit of work.

[Isamu had just entered when he heard Hikaru, and now he looks amused. He has his hands in his pockets, just watching the teen.]

What do you expect from free clothing, anyway?

[action]

[hikaruorkaoru]

Since I don't have the option of non-free [two more shirts on hangers very violently shoved to one side of the rack as he literally sorts item by item] I expect some kind of quality available!

[...Yep, he really is shouting.]

[action]

[musubi]

[Totally not thrown off by the yelling. He's seen plenty of new feathers.]

You realize that doesn't make any sense, right?

[action]

[hikaruorkaoru]

[Hikaru stops, looks up, and sighs.]

Then I'll make it simple, okay?

[There's an exaggerated roll of his eyes before he begins.]

See, where things are normal and they're freebies -- like at the commoner's supermarket -- of course the quality's going to be awful. Because you have the option to go and buy something better.

But there's no money here. Buying quality isn't an option. At all. So quality should be.

[His tone and expression convey one simple meaning: moron.]

[Action]

[wildbluevagner]

[Kurt looks down at the growing pile of shirts uncertainly.]

Hey, what do you mean? Some of these shirts look so fly!

[Kurt himself is dressed something like this. Yes, with the exposed boxer shorts.]

[Action]

[hikaruorkaoru]

...Yeah, sure. Fly. [Ignore the totally unimpressed and almost insulted look on Hiakru's face.] For someone who has total Yankee fashion.

[Not a compliment. Not a compliment at all.]

Who supplies this place? They have no taste!

[Action]

[wildbluevagner]

[Yankee fashion. He blinks at that - that's a new one - but he doesn't comment on it.]

Well to be fair, the Malnosso are the ones keeping us here, and I kind of doubt they have a scientist in charge of fashion. [He takes up one of the shirts and holds it up in front of him to see if it would fit] But most of these probably belong to the different people who live here.

[Action]

[hikaruorkaoru]

[He might not approve of Yankee fashion, but if it's Yankee fashion with decently made clothes... Honestly, at this point, he'd give it a pass. Because, well. He's getting desperate.]

Then I am very, very sorry for them.

Awful fabric, horrible stitching...

How does anyone wear this stuff?

[Oh, look. Another shirt thrown to the ground as he goes through more.

Huh. Basketball jersey.

...Good stitching. Decent fabric. Over the arm and saved from the pile.]

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[cilantro]

...I take it that the clothes provided here don't suit your tastes? [Hello Hikaru, have a Cilan who couldn't help but overhear your loud disapproval. He reaches down and picks up one of the fallen shirts off the ground to look at.] Considering that some of the clothes here belong to other residents that have yet to retrieve them, they might not appreciate you tossing their clothing so carelessly to the floor, regardless of whether you approve of their taste in fashion or not.

[Then again Cilan, you practically dress like a high-class waiter in a remote village so I don't think you're allowed to comment on appropriate fashion. Also he has the voice of Tamaki's japanese seiyuu Mamoru Miyano so have fun with that Hikaru.]

action;

[hikaruorkaoru]

I'm doing them a favor and getting rid of those monstrosities.

[...And that shirt he just picked up? Three more go on the ground in its place.]

These things are awful. So cheaply made. I mean. Look at the stitching on that green one. It's horrible.

action;

[cilantro]

[Cilan reaches down and picks up said green shirt to look at next. He's not a model like Elesa or even a "fashion connoisseur" (maybe someday), so it's not like he can professionally critque on whether these clothes are "unfashionable" or not outside of just personal opinion, but...]

The stitching on this one could use some work, though it's possible that the owner of this shirt doesn't have access to higher quality clothing or materials like we do where we're from. [Some of the people here are from worlds that had to do a lot of things by hand in the absence of technology, after all...]

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[hikaruorkaoru]

Everything here is free. There is no excuse for crap like that.

[He understands where he's from. Commoners can't afford anything better. But when there's no monetary impediment... Well. That should be, like, the one perk here.]

It's all so cheap.

[Action]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla spots the tell-tale New Feather outfit, but it's only the ranting that gets her attention. Especially since fashion is a big interest of hers.]

I can help you pick out something if you'd like. They tend to bring in a little of everything, so sometimes it takes a while to find something decent. It's like a treasure hunt.

[Action]

[hikaruorkaoru]

[...Two pairs of hands are better than one. If he had Kaoru here, they'd both be dressed to the nines already. This girl... Well. She'll do.]

I don't need help picking anything out.

[That he can do.]

But I do need someone else to sort these. Anything of even decent quality, I'll consider. Nothing cheap, okay?

[Action]

[fashionably_strong]

Sort these? You can pick your own mess up. I'm offering to help because I'm nice, not because I work here.

[Nonetheless, she does go looking through men's clothing that looks like it's of decent quality. She's wealthy enough to recognize quality when she sees it. At last, she finds a shirt that looks suitable.]

This isn't too bad. Try it on.

[Action]

[hikaruorkaoru]

...I don't need you to sort those.

[He glances at the clothes on the ground.]

I've gone through all of that.

[He shifts another hanger over, indicating the racks.]

I need someone to sort through these for quality. I can only do so much.

[This is why he hates being alone. Other people don't get it. Though... he looks at the shirt she indicated and takes it in hand, inspecting it himself.]

Not bad.

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[dedicatednoless]

[Peony was currently passing by the clothes shop when he heard the frustrated groan from inside and so he had stopped to pop his head in to see what was up. From the door way--]

All of them, you sure? That last shirt had potential.

action;

[hikaruorkaoru]

You're kidding, right?

[Hikaru looks over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow incredulously.]

I mean, sure, it looks fine. On first glance. But -- ugh. That fabric.

action;

[dedicatednoless]

[Oh really? Fully coming inside now, he retains the smile on his face under the look he's given and he moves to pick up the object in question.]

So you'd be fine with me taking it, hm? Thin [read: cheap] as it is, it's perfectly recyclable for costume material.

[action]

[shinesbrightest]

[Shinji had been wandering around like he usually does, minding his own business until he'd noticed the person sleeping underneath the tree. If it weren't for the New Feather clothes, he might have just left them alone, but he thinks that might not be such a good idea... It'd probably be better to wake them up and talk to them now, get this over with sooner rather than later, right? Yeah, probably.

So Shinji kneels down and puts a hand on Hikaru's shoulder, giving him a light shake.]

Um, hey, wake up.

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[hikaruorkaoru]

[Hikaru reaches up, still mostly asleep, to try and first bat the hand away then to roll away from the shake.]

'm still tired. They can hold lunch.

[He has, at least, some perception of the hour. Probably because the sun is hitting him. But as far as processing that he's in an entirely new place, being woken up by a stranger... no so much.]

[action]

[shinesbrightest]

[He frowns a little bit, but doesn't do anything to stop him from rolling over otherwise. Instead, he just tries to speak a little louder this time.]

H-hold on, I need to ask you something.

[Please don't go back to sleep, he'll feel bad for leaving you here!]

[disastergirl]

[Oh geez, this guy's voice sounded familiar. It was just...wrong though! He wouldn't say those kinds of things, and that just made it weird, especially since they were coming from a completely different person!

Clearly, the proper and definitely not immature response to that feeling was to throw one of those discarded shirts at his head.]

Hey! Don't go throwing things around like you own the place! Don't you have any manners at all?

[hikaruorkaoru]

I'm doing you all a favor and getting rid of this stuff! It's awful!

[Which doesn't really answer the "manners" question. Because, well, Hikaru knows where a lot of people would weigh in on whether or not he has manners. And absolutely none of those people matter.

Just like this girl doesn't matter.]

[disastergirl]

Really. Would you care to show me what kinds of clothes are up to your standards, Your Majesty? [rolls her eyes.]

I think you're the first person to complain about this...