a gothita watched intently from a corner, the store’s watchful eye.[break][break]
”oh, stop staring, dear. it’s rude. why don’t you go organize the threads again, hm?”[break][break]
the psychic-type left around a corner, and velda’s smile returned to nikita like a wide string of polished pearls.[break][break]
”i’ve been wonderful, thank you.” never mind the impending meteor. not an ounce of negativity would poison such business as this—not unless they were problems she could solve with immaculate tailoring.[break][break]
”so, we’re looking for a wardrobe update? the note said there was something else, too. i’m so curious.”

[attr="class","ooc"]@nikita [break]
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leather and tweed, and other things well-made lined the walls. some items were dark and moody, while in other places almost playful with color. a fall and winter collection was out on display, wrapping several mannequins that stood here and there around a central sectional.[break][break]
as for people, the store was empty—precisely as velda preferred when she had an appointment. alerted by eyes on the floor, the designer emerged from the back room. her arms raised in an elegant and grandiose gesture to present her realm to nikita, well-decorated fingers glittering under the bright lights above.[break][break]
“miss wells. welcome in. how are you?”

[attr="class","ooc"]@nikita [break]
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from outside, looming, immaculate windows made obvious the high ceilings, from which even the lights that hung matched the rich, clean character of the store itself. on the interior, nothing was out of place. [break][break]
it was almost a season ahead, fall and winter fashion adorning the different sections on mannequins and bars—from what most would consider business-appropriate, to combinations of velda’s more creatively inspired designs. leather sat on shelves. out on display, there was only one of anything.[break][break]
it wasn’t a moment before a wide, perfect smile was cast in pluto’s direction, set within a jaw chiseled by the gods. the stylist strode over, rounding a wide sectional in the center of the room and smoothing his hair.[break][break]
”good afternoon! welcome to glaus. do you have an appointment?” briefly, his eyes went up and down, because okay, gorgeous. probably velda’s two o’ clock.

[attr="class","ooc"]Pluto Fürst [break]

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”almost didn’t make it back?” she couldn’t be sure he was talking about the border. ”well, i’m glad to see you again, too, lance.”[break][break]
she would seem to be looking at him, but it might be hard to tell behind her deep black shades, the size of small saucers. she wasn’t fully facing him, either, coolly angled towards the rest of the world to people-watch.[break][break]
”oh, i was a poor girl when i lived in veilstone, babe—but i’d be much less excited if you slid a bowl of potato soup my way.” her smile practically glowed at him in spite of the netted shadow cast by her fascinator. ”i appreciate the thought; it’s very sweet.”[break][break]
”so, what can i do for you?”

[attr="class","ooc"]LANCE VOLLANS [break]
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words.[break][break]

"words."

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