mayaka's april catch-all !

[sharpjustice]

Who: Mayaka + quest buddies (Impmon, Eleanor, Parvati, Aelita)
What: quests, quests and more quests!
Where: around the bay
When: through April
Warnings: will update if needed!

Comments

worse: she's being played by someone who IS opinionated about fashion

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Eleanor gives the drawings another look-over with Noelle in mind. She knows she likes video games, they've spoken about that a few times while huddled around Dragon Blazers on her portable console. A couple of the outfits look like they could be from the game, now that she thinks about it. She points at one of the dresses, then to a hat.

"There's a character in her game that dresses like that. I think she'd really like it."

LOL ((also that image of noelle and eleanor around the console is so cuteee))

[sharpjustice]

Mayaka holds up the sketches in question, nodding agreeably.

"These ones? I kind of liked them too. See, I knew you had a good eye for stuff like this." She gives the Brionne a friendly nudge before moving to pack up the rest of her art supplies into a bag.

"Now that I have a clear idea for the outfit, I'm going to see if there's anything I can get in town that looks like it. Want to join me?"

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Eleanor looks away bashfully, trying to hide her smile. "You think so?"

She's not sure if that really counts as an eye for fashion, it was more... recognition. But still, the praise does have her smiling. "Oh, sure! I think I've seen a few Pokemon around who... sort of look like that?"

She can't for the life of her recall what they're called, though.

[sharpjustice]

As the two of them emerge from the Archives and head into the bustling street by the Quest Board, Mayaka holds the chosen sketches in one claw.

"Do you remember which part of town you saw them?" she turns to Eleanor and asks.

"If not, we should go to the shopping street and see what we can find."

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Eleanor searches back into the recesses of her mind. The easy thing about her memories in the Bay is that they're not likely o get jumbled up with whatever else she has in her head, which in turn makes it easier to find information. She can't quite... remember, though. The shopping street certainly sounds correct.

"I can't remember. Sorry," She frowns, "the shopping street will definitely have what we want regardless. Maybe they'll be there."

[sharpjustice]

Mayaka takes another look at the sketch of the gothic lotita style dress.

"I'm not sure if they'll have anything that looks like this, exactly..." she remarks as they make their way through town. "Clothes only seem popular among those of us who got turned into Pokemon. If I could've gotten proper clothes from town, I'd be wearing them already! But I guess it's hard to make clothes when Pokemon can vary so much in size."

[notyourbloodymessiah]

"Humans do as well, though."

Not that it's really Mayaka's point, but clothes as a cultural modesty concept aren't really a thing. Pokemon are animals, at their core, and despite mimicking human society seem content to still hold animalistic tendencies like skipping over clothes and eating one another. Textile weaving doesn't seem very popular either. Eleanor supposes she's lucky that she is a Pokemon whose form seems to mimic clothes. "I've seen plenty of Pokemon about town accessorising, so we could probably find her a hat."

[sharpjustice]

"Hm... I guess you're right. We can start with that first. A hat."

The shopping street is brimming with activity at this time of day: numerous shoppers trickling in and out of the brick and mortar shops, and many others bartering for goods at market stalls hawking wares ranging from berries to potions.

"Stay close, Elly-chan!" Mayaka tells her friend as she steps into the street to brave the crowd.

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Eleanor's gut instinct is to retort with how she's not five, but the amount of people here is... something. She doesn't exactly frequent this part of town, as much as weaving underfoot of larger beings is second nature to her. Not much to buy that interests her, save for the occassional item she might need to bring along for a quest. She reaches out to try and take Mayaka's hand.

[sharpjustice]

Mayaka feels a tug on her glove, and looks over her shoulder to see Eleanor reaching for her. She slows down and properly grabs onto the outstretched flipper.

"Good idea!" she says simply, before continuing to weave through the crowd.

The first stall that seems to be selling accessories is owned by a Farfetch'd sporting a quaint little boat hat, who twirls his leek like a walking stick. Once he locks eyes with Mayaka, his beak opens in a gleeful expression and he begins gesturing excitedly with his wings for her to come closer. It's too late to pretend she didn't seen him, so she sighs and approaches the stall, dragging Eleanor along with her.

"So, what can I get ya ladies on this fine day? Ribbons? Bows? Earrings? Dangly things? Whatever ya want, I've gott'em," the bird says confidently, directing their attention to the wall of various wares he has on display.

It seems to have everything but the style of accessories they're looking for.

[notyourbloodymessiah]

The claws closing around her flipper is almost reassuring. When was the last time somebody took her hand at all? Despite being entirely capable of navigating the ebbing waves of the crowd herself, Eleanor can't help but imagine squeezing reassuringly. She can't really do that, though. Not with flippers.

She lets out a squeak when Mayaka drags her in another direction abruptly, scrambling to re-angle and re-orient herself. Ah. A stall.

Her gaze flicks over the Farfetch'd's wares. There's plenty of stuff she feels drawn to (if only because it's extremely gaudy and tacky in a way that's familiar), but there's nothing even remotely similar to what they're looking for. Even the colours...

She tilts her head to the side quizzically, before glancing back at the clerk. "I like your hat."