Log: All The Small Things

[notyourrookie]

Who: Wash (OU) and you!
What: Wash has completed his first job as a mercenary and is out to celebrate it
Where: Out and about in town, picking up some better equipment, and then to the Eagle and Asp for a drink
When: Afternoon to night 29/11
Warnings: None so far



It hadn't been the most glamorous of jobs, but any notion of glamour had been beaten out of him practically the day he'd enlisted. The important thing was that his first job as a registered mercenary had gone well and that was the first step to being able to take care of himself without having to rely on other people. Sure, it would take a few more jobs before he felt comfortable, but it was a start.

That was cause enough for celebration, right?

His first step is to head out to a supplier to stock up on equipment. Nothing fancy for now, but enough to get him started. A good gun or two, and a solid combat knife.

There's other things that he needs, an almost overwhelming amount, he realises now that he has the money to start thinking about it. Clothes that aren't fatigues or armour, and there's so many different kinds that it takes him far longer than it should to pick out what he needs.

And once that's done, he heads to the Eagle and Asp for a drink. It feels appropriate somehow.

Comments

[notyourrookie]

"Does it get that cold here in Gulch?" Wash asks. Weather reports are fine, but they're impartial and don't always help that much. "I need to know how much cold weather gear I'm going to need." If he was stuck here, he might as well be prepared.

[protective_logic]

"Oh, we're a rather warm area for the winter, compared to a lot of places," Delta quickly supplies as he returns to the scarf rack. "We don't, typically, get snow you see. But something around the neck that can quickly be pulled over the face is traditional at all times of year, as you know. Still, it gets cold enough to me. Down in the high forties during the worst of the winter."

It's nice. He selects a gray one to show Washington. "This might suit your helmet."

[notyourrookie]

"Which is great. I'm sick of snow." Also sick of the desert, but at least this city isn't quite as bad as that. "But that doesn't sound too bad." He reached up, fingering his scarf, still glad that they're so popular all year round. Leads to fewer awkward questions.

He hesitates when the man pulls out a scarf, a little wary of the gesture. "Uh, yeah, it does actually." He gives a small smile. "Been looking to get a couple of new ones."

[protective_logic]

"Consider things that accent your helmet, or other clothes you wear commonly," Delta suggests. "That way a single scarf can go with a lot of things. Just this black one for myself. It will work with almost anything."

He pets his future scarf. It's long enough, which is important.

[notyourrookie]

"Black does go well with most things." He tries to imagine trying to coordinate anything with the purple and green armour that North and South used to wear, and is suddenly very glad that his is pretty low-key. Steel grey, hints of yellow or gold. Not half as much trouble.

"I'll keep that in mind. I'm essentially buying myself a new wardrobe right now."

[protective_logic]

A new wardrobe? Delta looks the man up and down and gets why that would be. "Yes, forgive me for saying it, but you are rather... dourly dressed for Gulch. Many people here like more vivid colors. Your helmet is a surprisingly reasonable color."

Which impresses him. He doesn't run into that much. "If you need assistance, I have some time to blow and can at least point you to the right parts of the store. I have to do this a lot with my family."

[notyourrookie]

Black and grey. It had seemed the most reasonable of the stuff York had loaned him. Simple jeans and a t-shirt. He shrugs. "I'm new here. Still adjusting. And I had noticed that. Everything is very bright, despite everything going on." The poison clouds and the like. He supposed that everything couldn't be grim all the time.

"If you have time, that would be great. It's been a while since i had to shop for this stuff."

[protective_logic]

"Good for me," Delta notes, taking the scarf off and draping it over his arm. "Well, what sorts of things are you looking for? If I know what you want, I can help you arrange it."

[notyourrookie]

"Just comfortable stuff. Nothing that stands out too much." He gives a wry smile. "Haven't worn anything not given to me by the military in a long time."

[protective_logic]

"Military?" Delta chuckles and shakes his head. "Yeah, makes sense you wouldn't want something that stands out. So... blacks, grays, maybe a hint of dark blue?"

He starts by taking a yellow scarf, one that almost matches Wash's helmet accent, and holds it out. "To go with your helmet and bring a single spot of color in with the darkness."

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah," Wash replies. "Since I was old enough to enlist. And that sounds good," he agrees. "Not sure I'm ready for... neon orange yet."

He takes the offered scarf and wraps it around his neck for a moment. It does match. "That's very poetic."

[protective_logic]

"You don't have the complexion for neon orange. Ever," Delta informs him simply as he guides them to a rack of coats. "First things first, you want a coat. Warm. That's the most important thing. Everything else is just dressing. The coat gets you through the city. I suggest avoiding the big marshmellow ones."

[notyourrookie]

"I've never been much for orange or... reds either. I think blue shades are a better bet." Just a feeling that he gets.

"I've seen those. They look like everyone's covered in coffee foam."

[protective_logic]

"I know," he laughs, shaking his head. "I hate them. But a good sturdy coat would be nice. Let's see..."

He selects a gray peacoat and holds it out to Wash. "These are double lined. Very good."

[notyourrookie]

He looks at the coat for a moment. It's a very handsome coat. Heavy material that would provide decent protection against the weather and probably a decent amount of damage if he took a tumble. "I don't think I've ever owned clothes this nice."

[protective_logic]

"I never have," Delta answers simply. "But be thankful for it if you can afford it. The lining unzips for the summer. Good waterproofing. With this you can get through most of the cold without needing as much in warm shirts and stuff. This is a better arrangement."

He shakes his head. "Trust me, if you can afford it, it's a good investment."

[notyourrookie]

He takes it from Delta's hands and looks it over. It's sturdy and it does look like it would last a fair while. It's more money than he'd intended to spend, but if it lasts, then isn't it worth it? Better than buying something cheap that he'll have to replace.

"Yeah, I suppose it is. The longer I can go without shopping the happier I'll be at the very least. Thank you."

[protective_logic]

"Way I hear it, it takes money to save money, and this will save money," Delta promises. "From here you could hit thrift stores for shirts, but depending on what you do for work, you want actual stores for dress pants or construction supply stores for something sturdy. But what would you like?"

[notyourrookie]

He hadn't been thinking about it in those terms, just in how long he could put off doing more than grocery shopping, but he supposed it made sense. "Security," he says impulsively. "I work security." It is almost not a complete lie. "Something sturdy is probably going to be a better bet."

[protective_logic]

Delta considers this for a while and then pinches Wash's shirt sleeve to pull him along.

"Let's start with some dark jeans. Until you can go get other stuff," Delta suggests to him. "They're pretty sturdy, even if you want something more in the future."

[notyourrookie]

He looks startled when the man grabs his sleeve, too baffled in that moment to resist. All he can do is let himself be pulled along as they head towards the jeans section.

"Jeans are good," Wash agrees. "They'll make a good start."

[protective_logic]

"They always do," Delta says as he bring them to a stop. "Do you know your sizes? Not everyone remembers them off the top of their heads."

[notyourrookie]

Sizes? "No idea," Wash admits. He'd spent most of the last few years wearing a skin-tight bodysuit that was made to last even with body changes. The stuff he wore on the rare occasions he was out of armour were sweats and t-shirts which didn't come with sizes beyond small, medium, and large.

[protective_logic]

Well... no one said it was easy. Delta frowns and considers the man very seriously. This isn't going to be the most fun, but he thinks he has a rough idea of size.

But he can't be certain. Even if he's got a good idea on length, waist is harder. He selects a few sizes which make sense to him and hands them over. "Come on, you're going to try these on to give us an idea of size."

[notyourrookie]

There's a look of faint horror on his face when the guy says he has to try things on. He'd just intended to grab a few things and deal with it if they didn't fit.

"Right. Changing rooms." He wasn't dropping his pants in the middle of the store. He didn't have much sense of modesty after sharing shower blocks with his team, but that didn't mean he wanted to give a show.

He takes the offered clothing and all but bolts towards the changing rooms. He changes as quickly as he can, trying them on until he finds some that feel the right size. Not too loose, but not restrictively tight. He returns with the one that fits. "This seems to be the right size."