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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 8, 2010 16:23:36 GMT -5
Day 3, shortly after Made to Measure, open
Bambi's sophisticated senses and research talents have led her unerringly to the treasure!
Okay. They've led her to a thrift store. The store placard read 'Loose Threads', and in very small letters, it says, 'a non-profit organization by Our Church of the Holy Devourer; all proceeds benefit the victims of His Holy Need'. Bambi takes note of that - huh, interesting church name! - but she doesn't think much of it before ducking inside. Could just as soon say 'The Salvation Army', really. The door jingles - some cheery green fake-crystal bells are tied to the inside handle.
Pushing past the counter, there there's a ratty, mostly empty jar out labelled 'coins for Lithone's survivors', she immediately sets after the rack of men's coats, standing up on tip-toes, trying to think what might work for Grimlock. She'll need to do some alterations, she's sure, given his wing-thingies and the fact that he is a t-rex that turns into a robot, but that is why duct tape was invented, right?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 8, 2010 16:59:19 GMT -5
Rodimus lets Bambi lead the way, strolling casually behind her, taking in the sights and sounds of the place and looking very, very much like a tourist.
Until he sees the name of the thrift store.
His optics widen and he stumbles before stopping dead in front of the shop, his mouth hanging open. He stares for several moments before shaking his head. "No..." he murmurs to himself, hand raised to the side of his head. "It's got... got to be referring to something else."
But inside, in a voice not his, there is laughter.
Still, he realizes, he has to get a closer look at what's going on. He grits his teeth, steels himself, and steps inside, looking around. His optics briefly cross over the charity jar, and he winces, but it's on the proprietors that his attention settles:
A pair of fairly harmless looking old ladies, wrinkled and gray-hair in prim, tidy buns. One has cane, one has a walker. They're wearing orange nun habits, green spectacles, and their dentures have been shaped to resemble shark's teeth.
The laughter inside gets louder.
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 8, 2010 17:31:39 GMT -5
Grimlock has already trudged in ahead of Rodimus, following Bambi. He pokes at the rack of coats, head cocked to the side. "Me not so sure about this, but if it less pain in skidplate from locals, me work with it, me guess..." he half-mumbles.
Grimlock totally missed the sign, the jar, and the old ladies, in traditional Grimlock fashion. However, he does notice Rodimus' hesitation. He looks over his shoulder. "What matter?"
Then the radio crackles to life...
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 10, 2010 10:45:49 GMT -5
Peeking out of Bambi's purse, Spy Shot finds himself much more interested in the coats she's looking through than the strange old ladies running the place. His universe has about as much experience with Unicron as Bambi's does, and besides, the coats are prettier to look at. Different styles! Different colours! Varying amounts of wear and tear!
Still, from his current vantage point he doesn't see anything like what he thinks Grimlock should wear. This is probably a good thing.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 10, 2010 15:43:24 GMT -5
Bambi is in a good position to see if the coats are beat up on their bottom hems and if their cuffs are okay, but anything above that, she's not doing so well. She leaps up, trying to get a better look at a beaten and battered brown leather bomber-style jacket that looks about Grimlock's size. Bambi lands and twists around, asking, "Him Grimlock, you see anything you think look good? Me Bambi no know your taste."
At least she isn't trying to dress him up as a waiter.
Then, she frowns as Rodimus Prime makes some ominously cryptic and out of context comments over the radio. He has a problem with... little old nuns?
One of the Unicrones nudges the other with her cane and points at Rodimus Prime, under the counter. The other snorts, most unladylike, and insists in a creaky old voice, "May Bull, the bishop never should have let you read the apocrypha. That's just some nice young man."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 11, 2010 8:05:45 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns as he's pointed at and both what he can and can't hear of the exchange, but he quickly turns his attentions to the matter at hand so as to avoid drawing further attention to himself. In a way, he's not really too surprise to have been recognized to some level, as he's kind of used to being recognized in things where Unicron is involved - and sometimes confused for someone else. As he approaches the others, however, he reflects that this doesn't make any sense - obviously, if this reality does have some equivalent to him, they haven't acted yet! So instead he just files that away as a curiosity to be thought about later.
Rodimus gives a considering look to the bomber jacket, then to Grimlock, then to the bomber jacket. He frowns. "Do you think we can alter it to fit without it falling apart?"
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 12, 2010 5:38:01 GMT -5
Grimlock wanders over to where Bambi is, poking at the jackets. "If me just going to wear coat, me think that not cover enough..." Then he looks to Rodimus. "Me think you onto something - it take almost half of it out just to fit me Grimlock back parts in!"
A few minutes pass as Grimlock pokes around, trying not to knock anything over, eventually finding a trenchcoat that's almost the same grey as his armor. "What about this?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 14, 2010 9:35:49 GMT -5
Spy Shot leans further out of Bambi's purse, trying to get a good look at the coat Grimlock has selected. Is it just grey? Really?
"It isn't very interesting," he says, sounding somewhat disappointed.
His eyes rove the room until they fall upon something that includes feathers, rhinestones, and garish colours. "Ooh." He is a true fashionista.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 16, 2010 18:18:06 GMT -5
Bambi tromps on over to the grey trenchcoat and looks it over, commenting, "You Autobots can rebuild it, better, stronger. You Autobots have technology."
Then, she looks down at Spy Shot and explains, "On Pz-Zazz, there sexual dimorphism between men, women, and metros. Men wear grey trenchcoats and boring stuff." She makes a face. "Women wear pretty stuff." Like red sequin dresses and heels! "Metros wear what women wear but are actually men. It very confusing, but me Bambi just simplifying preliminary anthropological findings."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 17, 2010 17:47:25 GMT -5
"You'd be surprised how undeveloped our textile industry is," Rodimus answers absently as he looks around, part distracted by trying to find clothes for himself as well, part distracted by the situation itself.
Then something else Bambi says catches his attention, and his optics open wide.
"Wait! Not only do I have to cover up my paint job, it's supposed to be boring?"
Maaaan. Wearing clothes sucks.
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 20, 2010 3:46:10 GMT -5
Grimlock shrugs faintly at the declaration that his choice of coat is boring, then looks over at Rodimus. "Maybe boring work for...uh...blending in? Me Grimlock not sure, me never had to try blending in before."
He looks at the coat, then ponders. "...how me going to be able to try coat on without tearing back out?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 20, 2010 21:36:16 GMT -5
"Oh," Spy Shot says, glancing between Grimlock's coat, Bambi's dress, and the sparkly coat he'd noticed. "I like pretty stuff. Am I a woman or a metro?"
He would hate to be a man if that meant he had to wear boring clothing, after all.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 22, 2010 22:36:03 GMT -5
Bambi sighs as the Autobots reveal their terrible textile industry, and she suggests, "It just like braiding coaxial cable. Except... not anything like braiding coaxial cable. Mostly. Hnn."
She squints at Rodimus Prime and mutters, "Maybe you Prime metro. Hmm. Yeah. Them flames big hint. Only bigger hint be if you Prime had rainbows instead."
Bambi looks down at Spy Shot and says firmly, "That up to you Spy Shot to decide. There no wrong answer, and remember, me Bambi very grossly stereotyping here for sake of point."
She tilts her head over to one side and suggest to Grimlock, "Me Bambi have tools. Maybe just remove back pieces for now, then put back on later, when you Grimlock have coat you Grimlock want altered?"
Since when does clothes shopping involved unnecessary elective surgery?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 22, 2010 23:07:53 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime looks down at his paint job. He does, indeed, have flames. He then just shrugs. "If it means I get to wear something that actually looks good, I'll go with it."
Rodimus Prime probably is metro.
He frowns at Bambi's comment to Grimlock, and asks, "Can't we just... cut holes in the back?" He looks at Grimlock. "It doesn't seem like Grimlock's likely to be too picky. But, anyway, Bambi, I'm going to leave this to your capable hands for the moment. I think I'm going to try to... understand the local culture a bit better." With that, he strolls towards the cash-register, tucking the distaste away completely as he puts on a youthful, affable smile that almost belongs more to Hot Rod than to him.
"Hello, ladies," he begins, addressing the Unicrones. "I'm new to the planet, as, uhm, you've probably guessed by the fact that I'm still getting used to the whole clothes thing, and I was wondering if you'd mind helping me, well, get my bearings, so to speak?"
Come on ladies. Opportunity to evangelize right here.
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 26, 2010 6:35:32 GMT -5
Grimlock tenses up slightly at the prospect of letting Bambi temporarily amputate him, drawing the coat closer. "No! No disassemble me Grimlock!" Not unless it's Perceptor.
A moment of awkward silence passes, and he glances around the shop, then at the coat in his hands. "...me just take this one and make do."
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