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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Oh he likes this a lot. It's been a while since anyone quite as confident and fun as Delia has come to him for new clothes that actually presented him any sort of challenge. The style will be the easy part, he thinks, so it's time to go for broke and head straight for the deep end.

"Why don't we start with the most difficult part, then, and find some new fabrics to decorate you with." He grins as he offers Delia a hand to escort her around all of his tables. They'll walk at a slow, leisurely pace, allowing them both plenty of time to take in all of the colors and types of fabric the tailor brought with him today. They've made it about halfway around everything when Alex spots something that he immediately needs to provide to the woman for a closer look.

"What do you think of this?" he asks, holding out a hand painted yellow and gold toned patterned bolt of fabric. "Are you up for a little flair on your new clothes?"

Delia enjoys this--it's a nice change of pace from having to play the proper part of being a tactical and intelligence officer in the Nexus, especially since the weather's much, much better and puts her in a more easygoing mood.

She's amused, walking with him with a pleased little hum. Occasionally, Delia reaches out to brush her fingers over some of the fabric, as she likes to touch everything, and while she knows there's a time and place for such things, she definitely believes this is one of them.

"Hmmm, yellow does always look good on me," Delia agrees thoughtfully, "Tends to compliment the green quite well, especially without blending, as darker colors tend to do in my experience."

Fabric is meant to be handled before it's purchased and worn! If Alex notices what Delia's doing, he doesn't mention it, because it's not a crime in his book. She wants to check everything out before she buys? The tailor is all for it!

"I thought the pattern would go nicely on a new shirt for you," he informs her as he tucks the bolt under one arm and offers her the other. "A lovely, billowy blouse for spring that flows with all of your natural movements." All of which are very well placed, if Alex were to say so out loud. He'll refrain for now, if only for the chance to make not of it at a better time in a bit.

"Now for your pants, I think we should try something a little different. A complimentary brown that inches toward olive would still play off of your skin tone wonderfully while adding a new element to your wardrobe." He grins as he points to a bolt of linen fabric on a nearby table that fits the bill. "Like this, perhaps?"

Be that as it may, Delia still doesn't ask permission, seeing no real need to do so in this situation. After all, it's as stated: It's meant to be handled!

Although there are those who don't always like their space invaded, or things touched initially--but obviously our dear Alex isn't one of those in this situation. "Mmm, yes, flowing with my movements is an absolute necessity," as Alex has a front row seat to bear witness to the fact that Delia's one of those people who talks with her hands, or hand, as the case may be, since he's got her other arm hooked with his elbow.

Lots of emphatic gesturing. Delia may not be a dancer like other Orions, but she's still got a natural grace to her movements. "Now now," Delia adds thoughtfully, "Don't limit yourself to just pants, I'm hardly a stranger to skirts and dresses, after all." Cue a little twirl of the hand and a boop of his nose, but she does regard the fabric thoughtfullym tapping her chin with her finger as her eyebrows furrow, "Mmmmm, that could work, though."

"Why limit ourselves to only one or the other?" he retorts. "If we have the option for more, then there's no reason whatsoever to impose limits on fashion." That would be a travesty and Alex won't have it!

As if to prove his point, he picks up a nearby bolt of cotton jersey knit fabric for Delia to touch and ogle. "I realize this is a much lighter color, but it compliments the beautiful gold we've selected, moves and breathes wonderfully, and with your color palette? You will look stunning in it."

And, of course, they can always make more blouses from other fabrics if they're feeling adventurous...

Time to spruce up the Nexus - with Fashion!

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I am so sorry for this taking so long, but real life was like, RAPID FIRE PEW PEW PEW

Shhh, you take care of you and I will slow tag into eternity as we're both able <3