Log Title: Fashion and a Missing Noodle Man
Summary: Friday night at Liquid Air. No dancing, only fashion.
IC Date: Fri Feb 15 20:44, 2381
OOC Date: Fri Feb 15 20:44, 2019
Related Logs: None
turquoiseroyalkagami

 

 

"God save the sleeve."

* * *

Turquoise passed all the security checks. The bouncers gave her the thumbs up, and she has paid the cover charge. But she doesn't look like she wants to be here at Liquid Air. Her gait is almost that of a stalker, shoulders slumped, eyes darting around. Her final destination after slowly circling the main floor at least three times is the bar on one of the lower levels. She gets a drink, pays her credits, and keeps staring around. "Where is he?" She really shouldn't vocalize her frustration, a rookie mistake, but she's pretty much fed up with whomever this person is.

* * *

In this world so tightly layered as theirs, concepts such as 'the weekend' have gotten muddled. That means just about every night at Liquid Air is a party. But still, some vestiges of the old world survive, which means a bump in traffic on this particular night. The music is that hypnotic, pulsating, electronic variety. The sunken dance floor is already pulsating with bodies.

"You should be more specific, love. There's a lot of 'he's in this place tonight." The cheerful, English-accented voice comes from just off her shoulder. Royal is impeccably dressed as usual - a bit more flash for a night on the town. Oddly, he's dressed less formally than he is during the day, with acid wash style skinny jeans, a pair of gunmetal wing tips, and a white, perfectly tailored asymmetrical jacket over a black t-shirt. He's holding a glass with a good three shots of something caramel coloured in it. His ONI is on and broadcasting his identity for any who care to scan.

* * *

Turquoise is leaning forward when the well-dressed man speaks. She cocks her head, glancing up and over at him. Her body, already tense, tenses up a little more. Her gaze narrows, then glazes over, clearly checking that ONI to ONI contact. Her expression is very, very confused now. "You look like you've just walked out of a vid. But…you're not him." She goes back to her drink, but her attention is clearly on the man.

* * *

Royal's ONI-clad eye twinkles with a moment of reflection. It's not an uncommon sight. "Well, if you just checked my details, and I believe you did - then you know I'm a private investigator." Among other things. "Perhaps I can be of assistance?" He arches his brows and sips from his drink.

* * *

Turquoise chuckles, turning around so that her back is to the back. "I don't think I have the credits to afford your services," she says, after a moment's thought, and a second glance at his wardrobe. She, on the other hand, is simply dressed: black tank, black pants, well worn windbreaker, black flats. "I'm sure you don't do pro bono, and I'm not a charity case."

* * *

"And my prices are as low as the GPPI will allow me to set them." Royal leans on the bar. "And consultations don't cost anything. Go on, then." He motions towards her. "Don't leave me hanging. You've left me dreadfully curious."

* * *

Turquoise doubletakes. And it is fortunate that she was not taking a sip of her drink, as her response might have been messy as well. "You're serious. You're truly serious. This is really something out of a vid. Here comes the GPPI detective, sounding like Mister God Save The Sleeve from across the water, wanting to give me a consultation." She does have that sip, almost emptying her glass. Setting the glass down, she asks, "What's the catch?"

* * *

"There's no catch. I'm a student of human nature. And like I said, I'm incredibly curious. Because, as you said, it sounds like something out of a vid." Royal sweeps a look around the club, then back to her. "The private investigator and the mysterious woman looking for something. I should've worn my hat, but I was having a good hair day." He mimes touching the brim of a fedora.

* * *

"I'm hardly leggy, but I guess you can know that I'm trouble when I walk into your office…er, the bar." Turquoise shakes her head with another chuckle. Still with her back to the back, she asks, "Do you know Figgy?"

* * *

"No, but maybe if you hum a few bars," Royal wiggles a bit back and forth and flashes a smile with teeth that look overly white in the bar's subtle black light. "I'm guessing Figgy is the name of the gentleman you are seeking. Presumably to…hurt him? That would be my assumption. Not that I'm judging."

* * *

Courage. Fortitude. Balls of steel! Or at least fake it until you make it. Kagami was denied a few times at the entrance over the past nights because dress code is more than sweats. Now he shows up in rather large suit pants, a white button up shirt, and the suit pants are held up with black suspenders. Might not be the most fashionable but he's not holding his pants up. The lithe young man moves over to one of the bars, weaving people and leans against it ordering a whiskey straight and clear.

* * *

Turquoise raises a brow and gives a deadpan look at the little joke. "No. Figgy is a noodle vendor. He's actually big time, he owns five spots in Bay City. He wanted me to check his books, he thinks somebody is skimming off the top. We were supposed to…" She slows her explanation when the young man in the ill-fitting clothes comes to the bar. She glances from him to the well-dressed man and back. And back. "Yeah, I might need another one."

* * *

"You were supposed to meet here and discuss your business, but he's stood you up? Well, that's understandable. This place is quite distracting," says Royal to Turquoise. Speaking of distracting. He double-takes, and a flicker of his ONI confirms it. "Well hello Kagami. I wouldn't have taken you for a whiskey drinker." He holds up his drink, which seems to contain the same.

* * *

Kagami gets his drink and turns to see Royal and a new face. He smiles brightly and lifts his whiskey. The young man weaves towards them before standing there. "Hello!" He waves across the table like a rainbow. "How have you been, sir? Also, whose this?" He asks innocently enough, as he turns to her with a grin.

* * *

"Figgy's the one that suggested this place. Clearly he must be doing lines of wasabi or something," Turquoise grouses. Then she decides to be polite to the younger man. "Hello there, I'm Quiz. And you must be Kagami. And I assume that the PI here is going to take you to his tailor." She glares at the well-dressed man. "Right?"

* * *

"Do you mean the delightfully spicy horseradish, or is wasabi the name of a new street drug?" There's a note of naivite' in Royal's words, like he's actually not sure what the answer is. "You can call this PI Royal, by the way." But he doesn't elaborate on why he's called that. That's certainly not the name attached to his public ONI profile.

He blinks at the question of a tailor, then glances over at Kagami. He twitches almost imperceptibly at the ill-fitting clothing. "Oh. Yes. That won't do. My tailor's in England, but I do consult with him in virtual from time to time. It's really the best method to find things that fit properly." And he would seem to know. He doesn't seem to own anything that isn't perfectly measured to fit him.

* * *

The young man keeps grinning. "You don't like it here?" He seems a little taken back. "Oh! Is it me? I can go over there…" He points to the far corner. "I'm sorry I interrupted you, Quiz." He nods his head. "I am Kagami." He lifts a single brow slowly. "Tailor?" He glances down to his clothes before lifting his eyes to Quiz. "It's more airy like this." He lightly pats his hips. Then Royal mentions his clothes won't do and he pouts a little and bows his head. "I'm sorry…"

* * *

"Oh no no Kagami, please stay here. This is better and more fun," says Turquoise, with a smile that would almost be teasing. Almost. "But no, I meant wasabi the horseradish, Royal." She shakes her head. "Of course you're Royal. Because England. And of course you have a tailor. And of course, " she says to Kagami, "You don't like tight pants because you want air around your hips. Maybe you should wear a jumper instead."

* * *

"What's wrong with tight pants?" says the man currently wearing very tight pants. "And yes, that's the gist of the nickname. I'm also…actually a royal," and he looks sheepish about it, burying his face momentarily in his drink. Then to Kagami, "Ah, no I meant…" he clears his throat. "Do you…like what you're wearing?" His voice squeaks on the end and he makes a bit of a pained expression. "Because really, that's the most important part."

* * *

Kagami is so utterly lost at what to do so he stands there and sips his whiskey. He seems to get the connection of Royal's name as she does and he grins a little and then looks like a deer in the headlights. "I heard horror stories about tight pants and chaffing and I am afraid. So I wear what my dad had available." He holds his whiskey close. He glances to Royal and blinks a few times before replying. "I'd like to be pleasing to the eye but I don't think I am." He weaves his hips side to side and his pants just billow. "I don't know how to dress…" He says as he sips more alcohol.

* * *

Instead of more sideways remarks, Turquoise actually looks at Kagami. And actually listens to what he is saying. Slowly, she raises a hand to cover her mouth. She is actually silent for a while, just watching the young man. She orders another drink.

* * *

Royal takes a moment to take in Kagami, a finger pressed to his lips. "Look, I'm no designer. I know my own style, and I know what I like. But what you wear is a form of expression. It all depends what image you want to present. How did you dress in your previous sleeve What was your wardrobe like?" He sideways-glances to Turquoise. "Don't worry, I still want to help you with your errant noodle-man, but this appears to be a fashion emergency." He swallows what's left in his glass, smacks it on the bartop and signals for another.

* * *

Kagami looks at Quiz. "I look okay right?" He doesn't sound like he believes it. He turns to Royal and thinks. "A lot of skinny jeans, blouses, and I had three leather jackets I just loved. One was a brown one with wool on the inside for winter then a black one and a navy one…and stilettos with my hair usually curled or straight and up in a high pony." He puts his hands on his hips. "I don't think that would work with this sleeve."

* * *

"I should have known. I should have known!" Turquoise just nods over and over again. "No wonder you're having an issue with fashion." She looks over at Royal. "Yeah, this is an emergency alright." She considers Kagami. "What colors do you like to wear? You might be dealing with a whole new palette."

* * *

"There's no reason you can't still pull off skinny jeans. You're slim enough. All the best fashion is at least somewhat uncomfortable. That's how you know you're doing it right. Those stilettos you mentioned, for instance." Royal pulls his fresh drink across. "So I suppose, the question is, dear Kagami…how do you want to be seen? What story do you want to tell when people look at you?" He glances across to Turquoise, silently communicating that he appreciates the fashion backup.

* * *

Kagami looks at Quiz. "I liked purples, greens, navy, coral, oranges… A lot of warm colors but I could pull off some cool tones." He shrugs. "A lot of my jeans were dark wash so I could put any color shirt with it." He grins a little. "If I was at home, yoga pants and a t-shirt." He nods. "I tried yoga pants… not as comfortable as a guy and far more revealing." He turns his eyes to Royal and frowns. "I want to feel…attractive. I want to feel so fucking handsome and have guys see me and drool. Wait.. girls drool? I don't know…" He looks up at the flashing light and seems to malfunction as he just freezes there.

* * *

Turquoise glances back at Royal with a subtle response. Then more looking at Kagami. "Hmm. The greens and blues are good. Some of the others, you might want to hold up in front of your face to check, they might make you look washed out now." Her brows lift at the mention of Kagami's attempt at yoga pants. They lift again at the final statement. "Yeah. You might need some therapy to work some things out. I've never resleeved, but I can see how this can be a little confusing. Nothing wrong with how you're feeling, though."

* * *

"Well, in what you're wearing now, people are going to notice you, but for all the wrong reasons." Royal does his best to make those words sound soft rather than coming across as a criticism. "I think, Kagami, if you find your style, you'll start to find your way in that sleeve." He lifts his glass towards him in a salute. "You don't have to spend a lot of money. Just get yourself into a good virtual shop and buy some basics that fit, and a few key pieces that you really love. A good leather jacket, for instance." He glances to Turquoise and nods. "I've never resleeved, either. I can't imagine how disconcerting it must be. So I haven't any particular advice there. But finding one's style is a bit like finding one's identity. And that's what you're trying to do, isn't it?"

* * *

He looks at Quiz and nods slowly. "I am taking therapy. I had violent sleeve death and I have nightmares about it with general paranoia. I am coming around those cause look…I'm here." He smiles. Though he turns to Royal and pouts a little as he removes his suspenders and pulls up his pants but they flop back down to where they were barely hanging off his hips. "I think you are right. I should also get rid of all the clothes I had for my other sleeve." He lifts his pants and crouches at the table. "But if I don't know what to put on, how do I find my style?"

* * *

"No. Wait. Wait." Turquoise waves her hands. "Until you get new clothes you need to keep. The. Suspenders. On." She is quite serious about this and seems to dearly hope that Kagami follows this advice. "Please."

* * *

"That's the beautiful thing about virtual. You can try on all you like and all it costs you is the chair time. I-…pardon me…" Royal's left eye flickers, indicating a message popping up on his ONI. Whatever it is, it seems to have spoiled his mood. "Ah, if you'll both excuse me. I've got to be going." He looks to Turquoise and activates his ONI again, as he offers her a digital version of his business card. "In case, you decide you need some assistance with your noodle man." He downs the rest of his drink, steps by, pats Kagami on the shoulder, says, "She's right about the suspenders," and then makes for the exit.

* * *

Kagami blinks a few times and pulls the suspenders back on. Now they are all turned around and messy. He feels the pat on his shoulder and he nods his head. "You know where to find me." He calls out to Royal's back. He takes the mans seat and frowns at Quiz. "Do I really look that bad?"

* * *

"Yeah, I'll keep in touch," Turquoise says to Royal as he departs. Then she gives Kagami a look of utmost sincerity. "You look like a little kid in his father's clothes. Everything is too big and baggy and about to fall off of you. You don't need to wear anything that's too tight, but this is a bit much."

* * *

Kagami brushes his hands on his stomach. "I am wearing my fathers clothes… and these fit him well. I'm also over twelve years younger in this sleeve so I don't know what's hip with the kids." He grumps a little. "I could have been right on trend… I didn't know. I still don't know trends."

* * *

Turquoise shrugs. "For all I know, the baggy look is in, but I wouldn't bet on it." She turns around and leans her elbows on the bar. "I will bet on your friend Royal knowing what to do. Hopefully he can get you something simple that doesn't break your bank. And then you can work from there if you want to be more runway model ready."

* * *

Kagami lifts a brow and nods. "He's beautiful." He clears his throat. "He dresses beautiful. WELL! He dresses well. What the fuck?" He rubs his head. He nods his head and grins. "I am not sure I need to be model ready but I'd love to be…presentable. I am after all in front of the computer a lot of the times so I can wear sweats and a tank top but coming out I should have something."

* * *

"He *is* beautiful. So be careful around him," Turquoise says with a wink. "It's always the pretty ones that are a problem." She pays for her drinks and straightens up. "I need to track down Figgy, and I can't do it here. You take care of yourself, Kagami." She offers a smile, then turns and slips into the crowds and out the door.