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[soul_sister]

[In 304, a nun in an ash stained provincial dress and a half elf from the Times of Yore are crowded around a tablet propped up at the table. By the expressions ranging from serious to annoyed, some sort of argument has just taken place between the two of them.

Rosette is the one to address the network, as if proving a point in the simple asking.]

So! Hypothetically, if someone were going on a mission and needed to blend into the turn of the millennium, average working class crowd... what would you wear?

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[hyanaimne]

[why would you say that! She just looks a bit nervous]

It is most likely because no one has thought to mention yet, is all.

[soul_sister]

I'll ask!

[hyanaimne]

I can ask myself!

[soul_sister]

I don't hear you making heartfelt fashion inquiries...

[hyanaimne]

I am asking about the things they suggest.

[soul_sister]

That's not asking. That's hedging so you can get away with it later.

[She should know, she's very good at it, herself.]

[hyanaimne]

No, I am asking because the suggestions they are giving are things I've not heard of before.

[soul_sister]

Then if no one brings it up, you can assume it's a no go.

[hyanaimne]

. . . then . . . what am I supposed to do without it?

[soul_sister]

... Do you melt without it or something weird?

[hyanaimne]

[really Rosette? Really?]

No, I don't.

[soul_sister]

Then I don't get the big deal.

[hyanaimne]

[she rubs at her face, exasperated]

I have worn this or similar for years . . .

[soul_sister]

...

If it's that important, you can wait outside while we get everything.

[hyanaimne]

[she frowns, peeking over her hands at Rosette]

No, I can assist. I will just need to find a - a modern replacement, I suppose.

[soul_sister]

I guess if we can find a habit you can have it first...

[hyanaimne]

. . . no, thank you.

[soul_sister]

They're aren't that bad.

Besides, outside of really heavy hats, I don't know anything else that's meant to hide a person.

[hyanaimne]

[she heaves a sigh and pulls out her own tablet]

Then I will simply just have to . . . what is the saying, "suck it up"?

[soul_sister]

It's just going to be us anyway. If you're hiding horns, we're not going to be bothered.

[hyanaimne]

. . .

[unimpressed, Tempest reaches up to tug her hood back, revealing a lack of horns. Her ears, however, are a bit bigger and pointier than the average human's]

No horns.

[soul_sister]

Doesn't look like it. Shouldn't be a problem, then.

[hyanaimne]

[sighs, picking up her own tablet to look some things up]

You will not understand, but whatever.

[soul_sister]

[She looks like she is deeply and truly considering being offended. And then shrugs it off with a sigh.]

[hyanaimne]

[good thing, because she wasn't trying to offend her (for once). Tempest sits back and starts looking up some of the items mentioned in the post - "jeans", "tee shirts", "sweatshirts", just so she has an idea of what she should be looking for.

It's when she gets to the last in that list that she makes a soft noise of interest, and turns to show Rosette a picture]

This would work as a replacement.