[Open Log: Tidus is a Dress-Up Doll]
Oct. 23rd, 2009 01:49 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Characters: Tidus and His Harem
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Tidus is still wearing his own clothing - can't wear that to a huge fancy party
Location: Alexandria
Date: Backdated slightly because mun is fail
Warnings: Probably none
While his blitz outfit hadn't earned him too many weird looks in Spira - aside from it being significantly more advanced than any there, it was obvious up-close that it was a blitz outfit and Spirans understood what that meant - on Gaia it made him stick out like a sore thumb. Materials, pattern, usage, none of it made any sense to the vast majority of Gaians. And now there was this huge party, and somehow they'd managed to acquire tickets, so that meant he needed to get something else to wear.
And he was failing at that pretty badly. This place didn't have malls or clothing stores or anything else he was used to; he had to go to an actual tailor. He'd barely even heard of those before. And none of the clothing was stuff he was used to, or looked comfortable to him. So he was standing in the middle of the little shop looking completely baffled and a little apprehensive as this small man went on and on about the wonders of the inseam in front of him. It was very likely he'd try to evade the party entirely if just getting clothes for it was this much trouble.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Tidus is still wearing his own clothing - can't wear that to a huge fancy party
Location: Alexandria
Date: Backdated slightly because mun is fail
Warnings: Probably none
While his blitz outfit hadn't earned him too many weird looks in Spira - aside from it being significantly more advanced than any there, it was obvious up-close that it was a blitz outfit and Spirans understood what that meant - on Gaia it made him stick out like a sore thumb. Materials, pattern, usage, none of it made any sense to the vast majority of Gaians. And now there was this huge party, and somehow they'd managed to acquire tickets, so that meant he needed to get something else to wear.
And he was failing at that pretty badly. This place didn't have malls or clothing stores or anything else he was used to; he had to go to an actual tailor. He'd barely even heard of those before. And none of the clothing was stuff he was used to, or looked comfortable to him. So he was standing in the middle of the little shop looking completely baffled and a little apprehensive as this small man went on and on about the wonders of the inseam in front of him. It was very likely he'd try to evade the party entirely if just getting clothes for it was this much trouble.