Pretty boys and pretty girls need new pretty things

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: Magneto and Alice
When: The 20th.
Where: Some higher end clothing store
Summary: Magneto is wearing a new face, and he needs clothing for it. Alice knows things about this.
Warnings: Probably not!

['Elliot Jakobson' wasn't built the same as Magneto - trim and athletic but not the heavy muscle mass he had, and a few inches shorter. Oddly what he found most odd was how short his hair was. He was used to it long now.

And he wasn't used to 'today's' fashion - he was from seven years ago and a different generation. And dressing a young man was different than dressing himself. So he was juggling a magazine and studying the store's wares - dismissing the shirts folded on the shelves because the fabric was cheap.

Still, a little help would be nice.]

Comments

Assuming in the underground mall :X

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

[You'd think Alice would be a little more sober about spending her ill-gotten blackjack gains, but over 50 years of playing the stock market like a cheap fiddle tends to dampen down that bit of her conscience. Today it's all about the shoe sale. She needs more sandals and maybe some flats.

Well, not needs, but you know.

She has to pass through the men's department to get to the good stuff, and that's where she sees him. That poor guy, he looks like he got lost in the dress shirts and can't find his way out. Clearly he needs a hand.

It's definitely not that Alice is a snoop (intentionally, anyway), but she knows someone in need of serious help when she sees one. So what if this man is a stranger? It can't hurt! And anyway, a quick peek into the very immediate future tells her he won't have a bad reaction to the intrusion.

Abandoning her shoe quest for the time being, she walks over and taps him on the shoulder.]

Excuse me? You look like you could use a little help.

That works yes.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He turns his head to look at the girl, a faint slightly bashful smile, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck.]

Hello.

Yes. I'm afraid these fashions are different from home.

[His accent is Israeli, and he sounds confused enough.]

I suppose getting tossed into the future will do that.

:D

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

[Oh, poor thing. Being flung forward six years is confusing enough, but from the way he's looking around, he's got to be way out of his element.]

Oh? When are you from?

[It would be a strange question for most anyone, but time's never been too linear for her, anyway.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Early 2005 actually. And um. Not North America.

[He poked at a shirt.]

And I am...unaccustomed to clothing made so cheaply being considered worth my time.

dis gon be cute

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

[Oh. Well that certainly explains it.

And, oh, she likes him already.]

Anything is worth your time if you just know where to look.

[She grins and holds out her hand.]

I'm Alice, and I think I can help you.

really really is

[magnetic_magpie]

Then I must not know were to look.

[He grins back and takes it - hands calloused. He's just the right age to have completed his military service. The callouses are from wielding a gun.]

Elliot. And I'd welcome help.