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[hairgels]

Hi, everybody. I'm not sure who exactly I'm speaking to or how this works, but I'm new here and I have a favor to ask you all.

I know this is a lot to ask for, but does anybody have any clothes I could borrow? Clothes for a guy, I mean. I'm, uh-- Well I feel ridiculous right now and I'd really like to change out of what I'm wearing.

[For those of you who don't make a habit of checking your compact or who might be out and about already, you might find Blaine trying to find something remotely masculine to change into, even if it means trudging through the snow. Judging from this pretty little number and these heels, he hasn't had any luck yet.]

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[puppyface]

You need help? Uh... how tall are you, exactly?

Also kind of need to know where you're staying, bro.

...Wait, wait, I mean, you can wish for pants, too, actually. I keep forgetting about that.

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[hairgels]

The last time I measured, I think I was somewhere around 5'8" -- Maybe 5'9"? If you can drop them off at unit ten in the Lilac district, I'll return them as soon as I find some clothes of my own.

You have no how much I appreciate this.

[laughing] There's not a second of my life I don't wish for the bow tie Sean Connery wore in Dr. No, but I don't see that happening any time soon.

[puppyface]

Uh- no, you don't understand--

Wait, has anyone explained what this place is to you yet?

[Wow, good going there, Scott. This guy probably doesn't even know what the hell he's doing here. Try keeping information in order.]

[hairgels]

No?

[He'd have asked but obvs clothes > figuring out where the bum he is.]

[puppyface]

....Oookay, well.

[Scott bites his lips, curling them inwards and ponders for a moment. Okayyy.]

Looook. I'll bring you clothes, and then I'll explain. I'm Scott. You said Lilac number... ten, right?

[hairgels]

Yeah, that's right. Thanks.

I'm Blaine, by the way.

[Just going to hightail it back to his unit and wallow in his frilly misery there.]

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[puppyface]

Right. I'll be there in a bit, I've gotta walk.

[He hangs up the communicator and wishes up a pair of vaguely-correctly-sized pants and an XL T-shirt, because well, fashion isn't his Thing. Sorry, Blaine.

It takes him a good while to arrive- even if he wished up a bike, it's cold as balls and snowing. Bike's not getting through that. Feel free to answer calls while he's gone; it's a good walk from Rose to Lilac.

Shivering, he knocks on Blaine's door.]

[hairgels]

[It's okay, Scott. You're basically a Finn mindtwin so fair expectations will be set. Blaine hurriedly warbles something about no rush before Scott hangs up. His unit is bare since he just arrived and all, but he still wants to prim it for his first guest.

In the midst of other calls, he gets how this wishing stuff works. Knowing that Scott's on the way and feeling bad about making him walk all the way over, he wishes up a coffee maker and starts it up. It looks a little off but it seems to work fine, so whatever.

The coffee's brewing for some minutes when he hears the knock. By now he has his bowtie-button up-sweater triple combo going on, which is probably good considering Scott's wardrobe wouldn't even make his nightwear standards.]

Come in. Sorry, you came all the way out here just to see that I finally understand what you meant by wishing things up. If it's any consolation, I making coffee.

[puppyface]

OH- nah, I figured someone probably would. It's cool.

[He shrugs, smiling wide past his chilled cheeks- gotta be friendly, after all.]

My mom doesn't really let me drink coffee and I kinda don't like it. It's fine! It's good, it's warm in here.

[Scott, of course, after the past few days he's had, is rather glad to see a new-comer in person this time. This kid seems weird, but at least not murderous.

...But seriously, Blane, what the hell are you wearing?]

Uh- you didn't get any calls from my friend Stiles, right? Or did you?

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[deceases]

I think the point is to make us all feel ridiculous.

[ .. yeah, natsuno doesn't really like the clothes he got either. ]

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[hairgels]

[friends that suffer in horrible fairy tale outfits together stay together]

Well I, for one, will not stand for it. It's in my constitutional rights to be free to choose my wardrobe.

[deceases]

So are you going to file a complaint with them? [ he's actually honestly curious to see if blaine would get anywhere, actually. ] Send them a stern letter?

[hairgels]

I propose that we organize a collective letter to demonstrate just how many of us are unhappy with our provided costumes.

[He doesn't really go against the grain, but if it's in a group...]

[deceases]

[ .. wait a moment. Natsuno suddenly realises that this guy might actually.. be taking it seriously.. ]

You do? [ he's actually sort of surprised, yes. ]

[hairgels]

Of course. If we pool voice our concerns together as a group, I think the Rulers would be willing to listen.

[Of course he's new and has all this OPTIMISM but hey.]

[deceases]

[ That really is some optimism right there, yes.. some optimism he isn't willing to believe in as easily, especially not with the things that have happened here, but also not thanks to his own general cynicism. ]

You make them sound more like our hosts in this luxerious vacation resort rather than our kidnappers.

[hairgels]

Not at all. These people are bullies, and that's why I think we should talk to them.

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[hypercompetent]

[You can practically feel the sympathy in Stiles' voice. To be fair, that's only because he can't actually see Blaine, because if he did...well, he'd be laughing.]

Oh man, welcome to the club. I don't know what it is about this place and putting perfectly normal dudes in dresses, but someone, somewhere, gets a kick out of it.

This is going to sound really crazy, but if you wish for a pair of pants, they'll show up.

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[hairgels]

[thnx stiles ur so helpful. On one hand, there's apparently a club so he's not the only one. On the other, Stiles knows he's in a dress so now he is looking over his shoulders all paranoid because how do you know he's in a dress?]

Is this a normal thing around here?

Look, I appreciate that you're trying to help, but there's no way that-- Oh. Well that's convenient.

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[hypercompetent]

[Come on, man, you said "clothes for a guy", he assumed. Someone really hasn't learned the ass out of you and me rule yet, and his name is Stiles Stilinski.

Anyway, he hums something that sounds suspiciously like the Jeopardy theme until Blaine gets his pants.]

See, magic. Literally. I mean, you kind of have to play Russian Roulette and hope that they're actually going to fit you, but it's so much better than going around in a dress. You'll have to re-wish for them every now and then, because the quote-unquote "Rulers" are asses when it comes to their rules.

Welcome to Arcanarum. [Deadpan.]

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[hairgels]

I'm beginning to understand that firsthand. -- Hey, do you think you could you give me a second?

[There's a bit of fumbling as he finds some place to discreet change out of these clothes. It'd be kind of weird with Stiles on the line, so he'll briefly excuse himself until he returns in all his bowtied glory.]

Sorry about that. I just didn't want to, you know, while on the line. Um. These clothes aren't going to disappear or anything, right? I mean, I wished them up. I just want to make sure before I step outside again and give everybody an eyeful.

And, let me tell you, this is by far the worst experience I've ever had introducing myself, but my name's Blaine. I've never imagined meeting somebody by talking about this.

video; AWW BOO YOU EDITED IT OUT /cackled

[hypercompetent]

[While Stiles waits for Blaine to fumble around, he clicks on the video feed on his side. Whoever this dude is, he sounds A) non threatening (and actually non-threatening, not like the serial-killer-Cthulu-denizen-thing from the other day), and B) around Stiles' age.]

Nah, you should be good. They typically disappear out of your wardrobe, replaced with one that looks like it belongs to Llllyya girl I know. [Right. It's kind of weird not to imagine people not knowing who Lydia is. She's Lydia.

At the last comment, his mouth quirks into a half smile and he nods his head.] Stiles. [And then, a little mockingly.] And no, that's not my actual name, it's a nickname.

voice? video? how do these things switch; and shhhh nobody actually talks like that

[hairgels]

[Don't worry, Blaine will turn out to be a non-douchey kanima when Stiles least expects it. :))

Stiles' face popping up takes him by surprise but it's not that hard to deal with it. It's like Skyping, right? Skyping through a makeup compact. Yeah. His brain is still wrapping around that one. He waves, figuring that if it's video on one side, it's probably video on the other.]

I'll keep it in mind, "Stiles".

[He's not making fun of him, just making a point to say his name of choice.]

That has to be annoying after awhile. Like what if the only remaining shirt in my closet is a red polo but I feel like wearing the navy polo?

There's a button on the side! Here Stiles will teach him...

[hypercompetent]

[....squint.]

...Then you...wish for a navy one...? Oh God.

[Guess who else doesn't understand fashion. Tragic plaid is a look, okay.

When he finally closes his mouth again, completely lost on this foreign thing, he shakes his head like he's trying to clear it.]

Aaanyway. It's common courtesy to video back if you're not a pedophile. There's a button on the side. [He leans on his chin--he's chewing on what appears to be a pen.] You just arrived, right? Did you read the whole letter?

wow okay I just miss all the crucial info apparently

[hairgels]

No! I'm definitely not a-- Would you really think that?

[The video switches on and held so it shows just below his bowtie up to his hair. Luckily his hair went unperturbed or there would have been freak out of the major variety.

But honestly, he's usually so cordial with introductions that this entire conversation is making him feel out of his element. He cheeks are red out of embarrassment already, pretty sure he's made a fool of himself.]

I thought it was more important to find something else to wear before doing anything else. Which reminds me, you can't just wish for another navy polo if you very succinctly want that particular polo. Seriously, it's a problem!