video; day 40; 002

[facilitated]

Hey guys.

[ She's still getting over the after effects of her own personal heightened state of panic, so forgive her if Laura looks more tired than usual. She totally has a reason for addressing literally everyone though, so she presses on with a quick smile. ]

Listen, I've ransacked the place I'm staying at and there's literally no clothes I can feasibly wear. [ Which is in part because the clothes indicate this house had last been inhabited by people in their fifties, and part because she looks like she hasn't had so much as a meal - let alone a hot one - in weeks. She laughs briefly, shrugging and glancing down for a moment. ] Does anyone have like, spare female clothes floating around? I can't keep walking around in shorts, my legs are going to be permanently icicles soon I swear.

So yeah. [ Welp, awkward request is awkward. ] I can like, try to find stuff to trade or whatever, so let me know? Thanks.

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[reluctantsword]

I'll trade you for any men's clothes that falls into the "big and tall" category.

[He grins.]

I've got some around here. You're welcome to it.

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[charring]

I have jeans. And shirts. One long-sleeve shirt but I don't really need it.

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[retrograding]

I don't have spare female clothes. But I do have spare male clothes, if you don't mind the difference. Anything is better than icicle legs, right? I can look for the former in the mean time.

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[thelittlestbub]

Depends on what size you wear. I've got a spare set of clothes if you can wear them.

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[magnets]

[ And Jesse raps his knuckles sharply against her door - See? Knocking? And how nice a concept that is? - and leans up against it, calling through. ]

Yo, you oughta have asked for some decent non-old-man clothes while you're at it. I'm sick'a lookin' like I stepped outta Pleasantville.

[preytosociety]

[To those that don't know her, Lydia looks bored. Possibly even personally affronted at having to respond to this random person in distress. How dare they take up her precious time like this!

... But in reality, she's mildly interested. Possibly more than mildly, actually. She sighs, sounding exasperated already.]

Move the camera from your head to your toes so I can see what I'm working with, here. Go on.

[facilitated]

I don't know about big and tall, but we've got some bitching jackets around here?

[ Wait, pause. ]

Except the trench coat, you can't have that.

[facilitated]

Oh...man, I can't like. Take your clothes. It's freezing, you do need it. I just mean like, spares from the houses and stuff, you know? None of this stuff fits me and it's retro in the bad way.

[facilitated]

Hey, two big brothers, I can deal with whatever. [ Have a nice big grin just for Jet, even if it is a little careful at first. ] Don't go out of your way or anything, please. I just mean like, if there's stuff lying around.

[facilitated]

Aw man, I can't take your clothes, they're yours! There's stuff lying around the houses, I was just wondering if anyone's got stuff lying around there.

[facilitated]

[ Whatever, that's clearly so much more effort. Now she has to actually get up and stuff. She doesn't reply until she's actually at the door, and opens it quickly as she raised an eyebrow at him. ]

Hey, if you want clothes you make your own PSA, mister. Don't try and get in on mine.

[ Except despite the eye roll, she gives an open gesture for him to follow if he wishes, and turns to flop back onto the bed. ] I might know someone who can hook you up.

[facilitated]

[ Woah. That's so not the response she's expecting, and she has half a mind to tell this random girl where to go.

There's this tone to her voice that almost commands compliance though, and even though she lets out a huffy sound of protest she still does it. She holds a hand out to the side awkwardly, giving Lydia a slow top to toe view of the short, bordering on scrawny body that belongs to the one and only Laura.

When the video returns to show her face, she's got an eyebrow raised in the most unimpressed look ever. ]

Uh, going to explain what that was for?

[thelittlestbub]

dude, don't worry about it. I've got a bag of clothes that a girl name Laura left? You can go through those and see if any fit.

[charring]

I have other pairs. And, anyway, cold doesn't bother me at all.

[preytosociety]

[Lydia smiles slowly. Perfect size. Good hair. Just needs polishing... a lot of polishing.]

Unless you want to look like an unholy combination of grandmother and vagrant, I suggest you come over to house number seven. It's across from the fountain. Our complexions are different enough for me to part with some of my wardrobe.

... If you're interested. [You better be interested.]

[reluctantsword]

[He laughs.]

I'll let you keep the trenchcoat, if you really want.

[retrograding]

[ He's smiling as well, and it comes out in his tone. ] I have things lying around. [ Which is true enough, but he'll look anyway. ] Do you want me to come to you, or would you like to come here?

[magnets]

[ Cry him a river, Laura, it's like two feet away!! ]

Why not? Roomie? Huh? It's all like convenient to do one at a time, 'stead'a cloggin' up the airwaves.

[ His hands shove deep into his pockets as he strolls his way in, watches her flop down on the bed and raises his eyebrows. ] No shit. You know someone?

[facilitated]

I kind of like avoiding grandmothers, and vagrants aren't really my thing either. [ Is this like...a makeover thing? Is that what's happening here?

She's just going to go with it. It's not like she has anything to lose exactly, right? Hopefully. So she just nods, smiles a little even. ]

Uh, sure. House seven? I don't think that's far. So like, now?

[ Look it's not her fault she's so awkward, up until recently most of her clothing advice had come from her older brothers. With another awkward grin, she shrugs and salutes a quick farewell before she grabs the Christmas sweater and follows the instructions given. Oh Lydia, you have a lot of work to do. ]

[facilitated]

Maybe I do, maybe I don't. What are you going to do for me?

[ She laughs, tipping her head enough that she can see Jesse. She's totally already planning to ask certain people for him, but that doesn't mean she's going to miss the opportunity to wind him up a little. ]

I have contacts, you know. I can acquire something.

[facilitated]

I think my roommate would kill me if I gave that away. I'll see if I can salvage anything wearable for you though, how big and tall are we talking?

[facilitated]

Seriously? I'm freezing here. Where are you from, like Iceland or something?

[charring]

All over the U.S. I just don't...get cold.

[facilitated]

Well if you don't mind a little space invasion, I can totally come over there? [ Which she really hopes he doesn't mind, since she's already hunting around for her dorky Christmas sweater to brave the cold. It's lame, sure, but at least it's warm. ] It's like a treasure hunt without the 'X' to mark te spot.

[retrograding]

I like space. It's uncomplicated, in all the senses of the word. All you have to do is look at it, and it's there. You don't have to try to understand it. It just is. [ ... Sorry, Laura. ] You can come over. Do you know the building number?