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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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perma-action (until she storms out or sth)

[hyanaimne]

[ten bucks to the first person who can guess who the annoyed person is]

What does working class crowd even mean . . .

[soul_sister]

You know, factory workers! Shop keepers... [She has to stop and think here, for all of her travel, her world is kind of a small one.] Construction!

[hyanaimne]

Merchants.

[soul_sister]

Not exactly. Basically like, everyday people. You know, no rolling in diamonds and servants.

[soul_sister]

Drinking fancy teas... imported chocolates...

No overwhelming debt...

[soul_sister]

No where near the good life at all.

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[tearsinnajar]

So, before I go dredging up memories of high school, I have to ask—turn of which millenium?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest just raises an eyebrow, unimpressed]

I've not debt, and yet I am not one of these people who roll in diamonds.

[soul_sister]

[There's a moment, where Rosette has to stop and wonder exactly how far into the future people are gathered here.]

The second one?

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[anklets]

[Perked by the word 'millenium', it's kind of inescapable...] I'd think a button-down and trousers would suffice.

[ since apparently, in the future, more women than just those of highly specific religious Orders prefer to wear them ]

[tearsinnajar]

[Elena has to reign in thoughts of a certain Prince song for her follow up question.]

So, the 1990s, then?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest, oh so helpfully, just gestures to what Rosette says]

Hello, Elena.

[allucinator]

Clothes that look like they're secondhand.

[tearsinnajar]

[Elena grins at the familiar face.]

Gearing up for a trip, I take it?

[soul_sister]

You mean, dress as a guy?

[The future is a strange and befuddling place...]

[soul_sister]

Sure, brag about it.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest tilts her head]

What is a button-down? A type of shirt?

[hyanaimne]

Perhaps you should try being a criminal, instead of a young woman of religion.

[soul_sister]

Around there!

We're a little under-prepared.

[hyanaimne]

Mm, something like that. Though we are not quite dressed appropriately, so I am told.

[anklets]

It isn't so bad. [ still doesn't personally enjoy trousers-wearing, tho ] Though surely there's no reason you couldn't wear a skirt, either. It's more about the condition of the clothes than the clothes themselves, isn't it?

[soul_sister]

I was expecting a lot more metallics, honestly.

At least that part should be easy.

[hyanaimne]

That is it?

[anklets]

[She can't dress this up any.] Yes. It has buttons down the front, to close.

[allucinator]

Why? About the metallic shit, not the easy part.