rodeo drive, baby.

[tender]

WHO: Chaos shoppers
WHAT: Preparations for fancy party
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: We're here to peer pressure Ellie and acquire some fancy clothes, folks.

The invitation had said Formal attire required.

There is, of course, some question as to what exactly "formal attire" means when it's an Orlesian issuing the invitation, but without a doubt it means a trip to a certain swath of shops in Hightown where formal attire is available in a variety of different options. Does formal attire mean dresses with hip-high slits? Does it mean a silk tunic with an abundance of ruffles? Does it mean velvet or brocade or chiffon?

The shopkeepers will be sure to advise, if given even a breath of opportunity to swoop in with their suggestions. A budget? What's that? Surely it's not applicable to such a momentous occassion. Why, just step this way, look at this garment, one of a kind, isn't the color just divine—

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[acreage]

So fucking dryly —

"They're not my color."

topples back in here

[tender]

A fond smile for Ellie, in spite of the suggestion.

"No, I think we need a darker color. Maybe blue," Derrica suggests, pitched a little louder for the benefit of their audience. Astarion has not materialized, which Derrica takes a invitation to begin flicking through another rack with a critical hum.

takes your hands

[acreage]

"That," he admits, "sounds a lot better."

Hard evidence that he's right to trust no one but Derrica with this task!! He looks through that particular rack till he reaches the end of it, then frowns as he glances at some of the displays. They don't all look too outlandish, if he's being honest, but,

"I don't even know what I'll do with these clothes after the party." Then, "Unless someone else gets married."

He's already attended one wedding, it's not impossible.