Logs:Maybe Something Pretty
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| RL Date: 6 June, 2015 |
| Who: Isidro, Paislie |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Isidro briefly, unintentionally corners Paislie in stores. |
| Where: Stores, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| Since Paislie usually avoids the dinner rush in the living caverns, dinner time is kind of the best time for her to be doing something other than eating. Like working. Sort of. She's in the stores, anyway, at the end of an aisle looking through a stack of folded clothes with enough care not to make a mess of all of it while she does so. Whether she's doing this for herself or for someone else, she has a very small pile of not-folded clothes on the ground by her feet. Normally, the dinner rush is exactly the time Isidro would be in the living cavern, or at least the kitchen. But even the kitchen staff get days off, and evidently he's spending his down in stores. With clothes. What a coincidence! He's got a whole armload of stuff already, which has not stopped him from continuing to wander and look at things that seem to be interesting in some fashion. No matter whose part of storage they might be in. Coming upon someone of approximately his own age, no reason not to be all smiles and casual pleasantries. "Looking for something pretty?" The petite redhead is usually more aware of her surroundings, but it speaks to how invested she is in finding what she's looking for that Paislie seems startled when Isidro speaks. She jumps, looking over at him with wide eyes and then looking the other way that just so happens to be a dead end. Her eyes end up looking at the clothes when she answers, "I'm... I just... looking for clothes." Never mind that that was already pretty obvious and that she makes herself sound like she might have a stutter. "Well, yes, I assumed." Isidro, not so oblivious as to miss the obvious! "I was hoping you might be looking for pretty ones, because it would be a pity if you were looking for something hideous. I realize that it's a subjective standard, but clothes should make you happy, shouldn't they?" All smiles. All smiles and teeth. He might not have registered that she's uncomfortable--why shouldn't he be a pleasant surprise rather than the alternative? "I mean, I think I'm awfully pretty, but the chances you were looking for me here would be pretty slim, since you've never met me. Isidro. That's my name... do you have a name?" "No," says Paislie, simple as that, giving Isidro another glance before she looks down at the little pile near her feet. "I'm not looking for anything pretty, I mean. Just... clothes. I'm..." She seems to keep an eye on him out of the corner of her eye even if she's avoiding looking at him directly now. "My name's Paislie." If there's a slight inflection of uncertainty in her voice, it's probably not that she's unsure of her own name, anyway. There's a look past him, down the aisle and the freedom beyond, as she says, "I can go. Let you look through them in peace." A brisk head-shaking--there might be a gesture to go with it, but Isidro realizes before actually doing it that this is going to lead to his armful tumbling to the ground. Bad plan. "I think I have everything I need, really. Well--not everything I need to feel generally satisfied with the state of my life and existence as a general concept, but in terms of clothes. If I can get some tailoring done. Everybody here is enormous." There's something a little more rushed about this. Has he noticed her glances? "Everyone ought to have a few pretty things. I'll leave you to it." Yes, evidently he has, backing out even as he finishes that sentence. Whether it's his demeanor or the interesting way that he talks, Paislie is starting to look at Isidro a little more like he's possibly an only slightly untrustworthy person and not someone she ought to be completely terrified of to the point of panic. She doesn't attempt to tell him he should stay, though, offering a demurely polite, "Thank you," with a matching hint of an anxious smile as he excuses himself. Paislie probably won't linger here long, admittedly, in case someone scarier decides to come along. |
Comments
Kaleidoscope (00:39, 8 June 2015 (EDT)) said...
D'aww, poor Pais! I never thought of Isidro as being frightening before, but now I know his true power of intimidation by prettiness. Fun scene! <3
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