when I awoke today suddenly nothing happened

[retropolis]

WHO: NELSON GARDNER, GILBERT NIGHTRAY, and HOODED JUSTICE
WHERE: A very nice suit shop.
WHEN: Wednesday the 3rd.
WARNINGS: Uhhh. Doubtful but will edit if necessary.
SUMMARY: It's time to SUIT UP. For the auction.
FORMAT: Prose to start, then whatever.



The week of the auction had Nelson's nerves running wild; though he was normally a very organized, if not somewhat manic person, the past couple of days he had been even more frantic as he tried to juggle work, patrolling, and last minute preparations for the hero charity auction all at once. When, on Wednesday, he realized he hadn't even gotten himself a suit for the event he nearly had a nervous breakdown, but managed to keep himself together enough to 1) call up his friend, Gilbert, and invite him along to get fitted, and 2) pester Hooded Justice into coming along. Nelson was determined to get Hooded Justice into some normal clothes at least part of the time, even if he refused refused to ever take off the hood and even if he didn't end up agreeing to appear at the auction.

Nelson wanted to at least be able to go out in public with him without feeling ridiculous.

He told Gilbert the address of the shop he'd picked out, and that he'd meet up with him there. So it was now, walking closely beside Hooded Justice, Nelson had to remind his close friend to be on his best behavior.

"--And it'd be very nice if you would come to this event. It's for our benefit, you know. Maybe you could even do some signings." Nelson patted Hooded Justice's arm, before pointing up ahead to the shop. "There we are. I expect he'll be there already, or if not he should be showing up soon."

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[ropedin]

Hooded Justice didn't take nearly as long in the changing room as before. In fact, it was downright quick, before everything was back to the way it should be. Out of the ridiculous suit and back to his real clothes. If Nelson expected him to wear this...well, often he was going to have a talk with him. "Talk".

Of course, it wasn't his money that was being spent, and he even took sight of the price tag before being hit with another wave of disgust. Things were too expensive here, not that HJ did much shopping, but he'd purchased things over the years, and costumes cost money-- Apparently all clothes cost more than they should.

He stepped out holding onto the suit, although even so, he held it like an adder more than an article of clothing. "There," he said with a finality. He wasn't trying on any other clothing, is what his voice said. One was enough.

[invoking]

Gil was easily persuaded, especially when guilted and/or pressured. A combination of both would surely get him to give in, not wanting to disappoint Nelson whom he liked enough to want some sort of approval from him.

"I..." he turned his head away, an uneasy look on his face and his cheeks tinted a slight pinkish shade. "I don't mean to blame you, Mr. Nelson. It's all just so sudden for me, but..."

He had to swallow his (little) pride.

"I suppose... for one night..."

[retropolis]

"Wonderful," Nelson said, though it was unclear to whom he was speaking (it was both of them). He wanted, after all, for them both to attend, so this was really the best possible scenario he could have hoped for.

"It'll be a good time, Gilbert, I promise you. And you, Justice. You could both stand to be a little more social. Now, what are you waiting for -- I want to see how your suit fits. Do you like the style? We could find another one..." Though Nelson thought rather highly of his own tastes. As such, he was excited to pick something out for himself, as well.

He glanced around the shop, and looked back at Gil. "Or I could go try something on next, if you'd like to find a different one."

[ropedin]

Justice, now finally free of the suit, and the changing, and all of this useless noise and nonsense, was more than happy to take a few steps back from the entire thing. Oh, he was well aware Nelson wanted him to go to this...thing. Whatever it was. Something that involved selling their bodies for charity. Yes, yes, it was just time spent, or whatever Nelson said it was, but the fact of the matter was, he wasn't going to be sold on some kind of stage.

And neither did he particularly want to be more social. If anything, with so many people inside, his place would be out on the streets, making sure that nobody acted up. Not that he had seen that many other vigilantes. The way they made it sound was that he wouldn't be able to take a step without running into another.

He crossed his arms, eventually settling somewhere behind Nelson, but once he found a spot, he didn't really seem to move. He looked at Gil like he should be the one to get into the dressing room. Maybe through sheer intimidation, he could speed this along.

[invoking]

It worked like a charm.

Gil grimaced, unable to look into the mask and he shook his head quickly, his eyes sneaking a peek at the other suits around them. There were various colours, styles, and other accessories, but Gil had always preferred solid blacks. Blue was alright, too. White was only alright in small dosages.

"I can look for something on my own..."