nexus_crossings | Time to spruce up the Nexus

It feels as if a bazaar is going up in the Plaza today, what with the way a sharply dressed man is toting about tables, bins, and bags stuffed with fabrics, trims, buttons, and other necessities for his trade. It's a one-man-bazaar, but the man doesn't seem at all concerned with what any passersby think of him. There's too many fabrics to put on display and barely enough time to think of the trims!

He 'hmm's and 'no no no's often as he arranges all of his things across the tables he's brought, his head tilting to and fro as he debates the best way to show off his supplies. Once he's satisfied with the table situation, he pulls out a few dress forms from a bin and sets them up with a few examples of his work. These properly arranged and his vanity appeased by the general feel of the entire display, Alex smiles proudly at the setup before turning around and gesturing to the Plaza with arms held high and wide.

"Nexus visitors and residents! Winter's been a dreary time for all of us. Too much gray, cold, and hardship. What do you say to a little something to brighten your outlook? Spring is a time of colors and casting out the old for the new." His smile melts seamlessly into a bright, giddy grin. "How about a new look to ease the transition? I promise my best work to help you along."

The Tailor, dear Nexus, is ready and waiting for your patronage.

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Silk is Alex's favorite fabric to work with when it comes to clothes for himself. It's so incredibly versatile and dyes, cuts, and embroiders so nicely. What's not to love about a fabric like that when he can always make it look so good?

"You are a woman of more talents than you let on, Harley," he teases. "I don't think anything you wear for an aerial show will be good for roller derby, but I know I can make designs for each very easily. And in colors that aren't red or black." The tailor jots down a few more notes about Harley's preferences in his sketchbook, and then starts a rough sketch of the woman's outline for later reference. And because it's phenomenal.

"For you and that incredibly flawless skin of yours, I'd suggest blues, teals, and lavenders, with detailing in gold, silver, and various pinks. Almost every color will look good on you, honestly, but these in complimentary patterns will look great." His grin widens as he finishes his sketch and looks up at her again. "There will be a need for a lot of nude netting for your aerial clothing, though. I'll have to find a new supplier to make sure it's the right tone for your skin."

"That might be hard. Considering how white my skin is..." Harley is very aware of the fact that she is a pale white. And not just, 'this girl needs more sun', pale white. But almost a chemical bleached white.

"That is why I use fish nets. So skin still shows. But not too much."

"With the right dye or a little magic, I'm sure I can make a match. Besides, fish nets aren't going to have the right effect for the sort of design I'm thinking of." They're not always tacky - Harley's certainly making them work now - but an outfit meant to dazzle should never have fish nets involved. They take away precious space he could be using for embellishment and make it all the more difficult for him to cover just the right areas and nothing else in colorful fabrics.

"Enough talk of logistics, though, we have fabrics to choose." He grins and tucks his pencil back into his sketchbook before grabbing a couple purple toned fabrics from the nearest table. "You'll have to tell me which of these colors you find the most agreeable. If it happens to be something in between, that's just as well because anything I'm missing her I have back at my shop. Once we have a few of these done, it'll be time for a few sketches and some measurements. Sound good?"

"Too bad I can't get you the same chemical that changed my skin in the first place." Harley shrugged.

"I tend to lean towards the darker shades. But open to suggestions."

"That just makes this a more interesting challenge," he says with a wink. No need for Harley to do anymore work than critiquing his designs and submitting herself to measurements. Everything else is his job.

He nods at her preference of darker colors and immediately begins looking over everything on the tables around them. After a moment, he finds a fabric Harley most assuredly touched in her rearranging and offers it to her.

"I notice you tucked this back in with some other darker fabrics. Does that mean this isn't up to your standards? Or were you waiting for the right idea for it to work for you?"

"Shush...." She places her hands over his, and winks. "Don't you know the plot of hiding the really good stuff... until you are sure you want to buy it? Just in case anyone else was eyeing it up?"

"Maybe I just want to make sure you get it by taking it aside myself," he teases, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. He releases it a moment later to take the fold the fabric up and tuck it into one of the bins under the table they're standing at.

"Besides, it's my fabric, I'm always allowed to tell someone 'no' if they try to snake it out from under anyone. And I want you to have it - if you want it that is." He grins and throws in an additional wink as he meets Harley's gaze. "If not, I'll have to find something else even more appropriate for you."

"Aren't you sweet." Harley squeezes his hand back in return. He might note that she is being careful with the amount of pressure she is using. Just enough to be friendly.

"Yah I do." Harley beams at him. "I really like the way it makes me feel."

He's not as good at noticing when people are holding back their strength from him as others in his profession might be, especially in situations like these. Harley is fun and he's having a wonderful time flirting with her - why would he be paying attention to her strength when it's not affecting him right now?

"Good, then it's all yours." He grins and offers his arm to Harley again as he stands. "We'll have to find a few more that make you feel good. I don't want all of your outfits being made of the same fabric. I can make lots of things out of a single bolt, but that gets boring after a spell and I most certainly am not allowing that for you."

Or anyone else, but he's a little too distracted to mention that to her right now.

He stops them a few tables over when the sun catches on a sequined fabric among a large pile of other blues and greens. Grinning, he tugs it out and shows it to Harley. "This screams 'mermaid' for some people, but I look at it and think 'forest nymph' for you. What do you think?"

She happily takes his offered arm. "I might need a lot. I have yet to check out my place to see how bad things are. But I might not have much beyond what I am wearing... and that won't do."

She grins at him. "That reminds me of my best friend. Back home. You would like her. Very beautiful. Very much a forest nymph kinda girl."

Alex looks absolutely appalled by the idea that Harley might be down to only one outfit. "No that most definitely will not do. A woman of your beauty and good taste needs at least a full closet's worth of clothing. Two, at minimum, if you can swing it." And he's just the tailor to help fill it.

"Oh? I've never met a true forest nymph before, or even someone who takes after them." He chuckles and tucks the fabric away for later use. "You'll have to tell me if I get close to her look, but also keep me from copying it completely. The last thing I want is for the two of you to look too alike." Because that also won't do.

"Hey... I have several safehouses. And a closet in each one. So multiple closets." Harley grins at him.

"I could introduce you to her. You will fall madly in love with her in seconds." Because that is the effect Poison Ivy has on men.

"Then we'll have to create multiple closets' worth of clothes!" As if that was ever going to be a problem for Alex when he has such a divine form to dress and an ecstatic personality to work with!

He shakes his head at the suggestion of falling in love in seconds. "That's no fun. Besides, if I did that, she might try to steal me away from creating things for you and that I can't have until long after you're satisfied."

Alex is a man of his word and now that he's told Harley she can have several closets full of his work, she's going to get them. Any and all distractions will simply have to wait.

"Sweet." Harley leans into him, in a half hug. She is going to enjoy working with him. And getting new clothes.

"Careful there, sweetheart. I am a challenging woman to satisfy."

Alex grins as he shifts an arm around her shoulders to keep her close as they make their way through the rest of his assembled fabrics.

"Then I'll do my best not to disappoint."

Time to spruce up the Nexus - with Fashion!

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