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thecapitol2015-06-07 12:03 am
69problems) wrote in thecapitol2015-06-07 12:03 am
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Who| Signless and Beck | Signless and OPEN
What| Signless has a chat with the new D12 stylist and does his best to stay occupied.
Where| Around the Tower
When| Arena Week 2
Warnings/Notes| None I can think of!
A. For Beck | D12 Stylist Area
Stylists are, admittedly, not Signless's favorite part of the Tower staff. He doesn't like being fussed over and prodded and put in outfits that are more impractical than they are comfortable. It's incredible how much he misses Cinna and Cinna's understated style, even if the stylists that have been looking after Twelve since Cinna left have been giving him increasingly more and more freedom in what he wears. There are some perks to seniority, he supposes.
It's therefore with only a little trepidation that he steps into the domain of Twelve's new stylist, an as-yet mostly unknown entity to him. When she introduced herself over the network he was still steadfastly ignoring his communicator and so he has no idea what to expect from her. These tattoos aren't going to update themselves, though, and she's the best place to start.
"Miss Scordato? May I come in, or are you busy?"
B. OPEN | Tower Commons
A new rack of Celebrus is always something to at the very least take a glance at. Most of the time Signless just hopes he and those he considers his have been overlooked, but it seems this time he hasn't escaped a mention. Frankly he's surprised there wasn't more of a focus on him given his connection with the Initiate, but he's grateful that connection wasn't mentioned or, god forbid, the focus of a whole tragic chunk of an article.
No, they chose to talk instead about the time he thought providing a mercy kill as someone who'd never killed before was a good idea. They chose instead to focus on a relationship with the Psiioniic he doesn't actually have (wrong quadrant, still very much up in the air) instead of the relationship he does have and has had for months. It's not really that bad but he knows his small but dedicated group of fans are going to have a field day about what they see as confirmation of their 'ship'. Panem humans are weird.
"At least cloaks are finally in fashion," he mumbles to himself, flipping idly through the pages.
C. OPEN | Around the Tower
If there's one thing Signless has noticed about Capitol fashion, it's that male humans seem to wear an awful lot of dresses. He may be somewhat biased by the large amount of drag queens on staff, but he still feels as though that might be something he should get in on. And why not? Leggings are 'feminine' clothes (apparently?) and those are perfectly serviceable and comfortable. The right dress should follow the same principle -- and, furthermore, should show the Capitol that he's making an effort to adapt to their norms and lifestyle.
Alright. So it's possibly a little flawed, as plans go, even if it comes from a good place. It doesn't stop him from talking with Beck, and it doesn't stop Beck from making the dress or setting him loose on the Tribute Tower with it on. As expected, the dress itself is quite comfortable -- he asked for one that wasn't restrictive and that showed off the floral tattoos on his arms, and that's exactly what he got. He doesn't even mind the makeup, simple black eyeliner and red lipstick; it's no worse than any of the other makeup he's been put in and for once it actually suits him. No, the real problem is the heels.
Signless doesn't like shoes at the best of times. He's worn heels all of once, a pair of low chunky blue things that were part of his disguise during the first jailbreak. These heels -- bright red, fairly tall, strappy -- are an entirely different beast. When he's not wobbling around like a baby giraffe he can be found sitting on the nearest flat surface giving his feet a break.
What| Signless has a chat with the new D12 stylist and does his best to stay occupied.
Where| Around the Tower
When| Arena Week 2
Warnings/Notes| None I can think of!
A. For Beck | D12 Stylist Area
Stylists are, admittedly, not Signless's favorite part of the Tower staff. He doesn't like being fussed over and prodded and put in outfits that are more impractical than they are comfortable. It's incredible how much he misses Cinna and Cinna's understated style, even if the stylists that have been looking after Twelve since Cinna left have been giving him increasingly more and more freedom in what he wears. There are some perks to seniority, he supposes.
It's therefore with only a little trepidation that he steps into the domain of Twelve's new stylist, an as-yet mostly unknown entity to him. When she introduced herself over the network he was still steadfastly ignoring his communicator and so he has no idea what to expect from her. These tattoos aren't going to update themselves, though, and she's the best place to start.
"Miss Scordato? May I come in, or are you busy?"
B. OPEN | Tower Commons
A new rack of Celebrus is always something to at the very least take a glance at. Most of the time Signless just hopes he and those he considers his have been overlooked, but it seems this time he hasn't escaped a mention. Frankly he's surprised there wasn't more of a focus on him given his connection with the Initiate, but he's grateful that connection wasn't mentioned or, god forbid, the focus of a whole tragic chunk of an article.
No, they chose to talk instead about the time he thought providing a mercy kill as someone who'd never killed before was a good idea. They chose instead to focus on a relationship with the Psiioniic he doesn't actually have (wrong quadrant, still very much up in the air) instead of the relationship he does have and has had for months. It's not really that bad but he knows his small but dedicated group of fans are going to have a field day about what they see as confirmation of their 'ship'. Panem humans are weird.
"At least cloaks are finally in fashion," he mumbles to himself, flipping idly through the pages.
C. OPEN | Around the Tower
If there's one thing Signless has noticed about Capitol fashion, it's that male humans seem to wear an awful lot of dresses. He may be somewhat biased by the large amount of drag queens on staff, but he still feels as though that might be something he should get in on. And why not? Leggings are 'feminine' clothes (apparently?) and those are perfectly serviceable and comfortable. The right dress should follow the same principle -- and, furthermore, should show the Capitol that he's making an effort to adapt to their norms and lifestyle.
Alright. So it's possibly a little flawed, as plans go, even if it comes from a good place. It doesn't stop him from talking with Beck, and it doesn't stop Beck from making the dress or setting him loose on the Tribute Tower with it on. As expected, the dress itself is quite comfortable -- he asked for one that wasn't restrictive and that showed off the floral tattoos on his arms, and that's exactly what he got. He doesn't even mind the makeup, simple black eyeliner and red lipstick; it's no worse than any of the other makeup he's been put in and for once it actually suits him. No, the real problem is the heels.
Signless doesn't like shoes at the best of times. He's worn heels all of once, a pair of low chunky blue things that were part of his disguise during the first jailbreak. These heels -- bright red, fairly tall, strappy -- are an entirely different beast. When he's not wobbling around like a baby giraffe he can be found sitting on the nearest flat surface giving his feet a break.
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It's impossible not to think of Terezi when these things come up. For as long as it took him to sort out his own feelings, and with as much as a mess he made when he finally tried to act on them, it's hard not to wonder...
"Maybe I would have been less of a staggering slurry spill when it comes to quadrants if I had known you sooner." He leans forward, propping his chin into his hand. "Then again, past me is always more of a stubborn moron than present me. It probably would have been the same argument we had in your block when I came to you about Roland, only even more infuriating, and then I would have made an ass of myself anyway."
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Compared to Past Karkat, this Karkat has been incredibly mature about the whole process.
"That fight was partially my fault anyway. I didn't explain as well as I could have."
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"We were both a couple of bulging phlegmlobes to each other." Then sighing, he adds, "Maybe past me was just always doomed to be a romantic bulgeknot. With as many romcoms as I've seen and as many romance novels as I've read, you would think I would have a handle on applying it to my own life. But as soon as I swap from dealing with everyone else's drama to my own interests, it's like I've decided chopping off my hands is an intrinsic step to globe-fondling, so I'm left there looking like an idiot jabbing the stumps at my junk while everyone shows me the disgust my display is due."
Metaphorically, of course. He props his chin in a still very attached hand.
"At least things with Nill seem to be going alright, but she's some degree of stable compared to Gamzee, and I at least knew what I wanted when I set sail on that ship."
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"If what you're worried about is growing apart or not knowing about urgent problems until they become too deep to solve, all I can really recommend is talking. Ask. Reaffirm. Don't be afraid to look as though you don't know what you're doing. A more stable groundwork to build off of is going to make for an easier relationship, but it's still better to be safe."
I think that was the issue that mention romance novels, anyway
"See, there's the problem Gamzee and I had. That asshole was too busy scooting around the ventilation system and playing mysterious, pious douchelord to sit down and jam with me like we were fucking supposed to." He thinks back on it again, remembering how reclusive he'd been, how secretive about things with Terezi--not that the effort meant anything when Karkat was onto it from early in.
"If I start bitching again now, though, I'll never get to the end of it." He sighs. "You're right. I'll try to steer shit better this time around, and just hope it doesn't sink under me."
Straightening now, he nudges his elbow at his ancestor's side. "But hey. Treading back to that article I got started on before horrifically derailing everything into my whiny wriggler tantrum about my life, it said something about you reading romance novels, yourself. Did they make that part up?"
it sure was now
"Oh, no. I read plenty of them. It's a habit I got into back before our chips automatically translated written language for us. I thought it would serve me well to be able to read the native language, and romance novels were both simple and engaging enough that they were good for learning from. Then I just..." He gestures descriptively with a hand. "I just never stopped. Very few of them are good from a literary standpoint, but they make me happy. That's something I won't pass up here."
FINALLY tags this. we can call it here or you can cap it off, whatever you prefer
With a grand wave of his hands, he says, "Do not even come close to thinking I'm telling you to stop. Do you even know me? I have a collection. None of them are as good as proper Alternian romance literature, but beggars and choosers and sometimes the story is interesting enough to keep me going. Just don't talk to me about fanfiction; we don't tread on that subject."
He rises from where he was sitting and moves over to a shelf, glad once again that his early arena death at least made his leg whole again.
"Come on, I'll show you my collection. Tell me what kind of motifs you like and I'll lend you some."