@regina; voice | open

[itselbitch]

Hello, fellow citizens of Beacon. It's me. Eliot. [ for however grandiose his tone remains, there's boredom lingering underneath. ]

We're getting to that time of the year, and I'm sure most of you still look lovely in the same clothing you arrived in, but without a doubt your sundresses and polos are not sufficient for the. Well. Gradually lowering and soon to be possibly freezing temperatures.

Of course, there's your choice of thrift shop clothing available in the general store, and far be it from me to keep you from popping tags and looking for a come up, but I've also perused the same clothing and. [ he hums and sighs. ]

If you'd like some winter clothing that fits you better and has been freshened up for your use, let me know. Let's get you clothed properly, mm?

[ there's a pause. a slow inhale, a soft puff. it seems he's smoking. ]

Anyway. Anyone here know A Christmas Carol? We have their permission to reuse their stage as we please, so long as we invite them to whatever we use it for. They showed us their own production, so I was thinking why not give back one of our own.

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[pinkdress]

You're a tailor? That's great. Do you work for free? Because I don't have any money.

[itselbitch]

[ with all these people thinking he's a tailor, he can't help but wonder if maybe he chose the wrong calling. this would have been a far easier way of getting people to owe him favors at brakebills. oh, no, wait, most of the physical kids also know the same tailoring spells. damn.

ah, but the non-magicals in new york don't know now do they... ]

Money is. Not really a thing here, so I can't say I'm really surprised. And working for free sounds so. Homely. [ and eliot's goddamn royalty. ] Maybe we say in exchange for something. Yes, that sounds much better.

[pinkdress]

Okay, sure. [Owing nonspecific favours for a future date? No thanks. But there's no need to tell him she doesn't intend to pay up.]

Do you have anything pink?