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Shopping in Soho (Open to New Yorkers)

Alexander Aaron's visit to his sister went well, but now he needed to actually get settled in and the first thing he needed to do was buy clothing and get to know the competition. Humans had issues with nudity and Alex figured it best to subscribe to their rules for as long as he was on their plane of existence. He also needed things like a car and a more permanent place to live, but one thing at a time.

He headed to a tailor and get his measurements done and look over his choices. Eventually, he'd design his own clothing but he also needed to go over materials as well.

The attendant helping him was clearly fawning over him but Alexander ignored it, hoping he could get through this shop and head to the next one as soon as possible.

"Can you bring over something in grey? And a few ties as well?" he asked her. She hastened to obey.

Sometimes, Earth wasn't so bad.

The fitting ended and Alexander left with several suits and the attendant's phone number. Finding himself hungry, Alex stopped at a local restaurant to get something to eat. He remembered that all of the really terrible Earth food was really good, but the pricier items left a lot to be desired. He sat down at a table started out with some tea, deciding that he'd have something stronger in a bit.

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"Ah, you know businesspeople? That's interesting. I'm looking to start a business myself, which is why I came to New York." Alexander said as Marcelo ordered. When the waiter turned to him, Alexander ordered the lobster bisque and a water, before returning to his conversation.

"I'm Greek." Alexander said simply. It was true enough, being an Olympian and considering the location of the portal to Olympus.

"I've heard stories about Tony Stark, not all of them bad and you're right. There's no reason to try to outdo the man; he's not a spring chicken anymore and he's going to have to hang it up sooner or later. If someone with his drive and ability comes along, they'll have no problem matching or exceeding his success." Alexander said, taking another sip of tea. He liked watching the wheels in this man's head work as he tried to figure out just what was going on.

He also had to admit that he dug Marcelo's hairstyle. Few could pull off such a style but he did it well. He looked like he'd be fun to design for.

"What kind of business do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

Danielle had made her way to town to see her cousin. But she was hungry. So hungry. And the scents from that place were wonderful.

...she regretted not making herself go to town more; she still knew so little about how you did this sort of thing with strangers. Annie at the Chalk and Cheese always just handled the prices later with Granny when she gave the pups food. Still, she drew herself up, took the piece of silver-colored plastic out of her bag, and strode forward to ask the gentlemen setting at the table. "Excsue me. From whom do I buy food, please?"

"Yes, I know..." Marcelo trailed off when the young lady with a credit card came up to the table.

"I..." He scratched his eyebrow. This was the usual kind of loop he went through around Stephanie and her mutant powers. It made the world loop so.

"There's waiters inside and possibly a get food to go counter?" He didn't sound sure because it was so simple of a request that sounded so odd.

The young woman took Alexander by surprise as well. Even he, with his admitted lack of savvy in the human world in several areas, knew how a restaurant worked. This young woman looked like she might have fallen off the truck right before them. There was something about her that raised a flag, as humans said it, in the back of his mind.

"A waiter is actually coming back here shortly. You could wait here for him or, as my companion said, you could head inside." Alexander said.

Then he thought it over quickly. She might just move on to another hapless table with her questions and get little more than blank stares.

"Why don't you have a seat with us until the waiter gets here, Miss...?"

She listened to both of them, nodding and saying "Thanks." At the suggestion, she compliantly sat down, still holding the credit card in front of her with both hands. "Danielle. Danielle Hrimharisdottir."

"Interesting surname," Marcelo commented. He was going to say 'name,' but the way she didn't know the basics of how a restaurant worked lead him to believe she would think he meant the 'Danielle' part.

"This your first time in the city...?"

Alexander's face darkened a bit when he heard Danielle's surname. He knew an Aesir name when he heard it and /that/ particular name was one of impeccable repute even among the Olympians. So when Alexander recognizes that he'd just invited the daughter of the Wolf Prince of Asgard to sit down to a meal with him, he has to suppress the urge not to slap himself.

If he offered her any offense, she might inform her father. Who /might/ offer the courtesy of informing his father and grandfather of said offense before ripping his throat out. That was a big might.

Alexander sits quietly for a moment and lets Marcelo field this one. If this man did offer offense, she might only maul him beyond recognition instead of killing him.

Oh, Danielle knew she had an interesting first name. Of her sibilings, Aslakr and Tyrulfa were the 'normal-sounding' ones. " 'Tis a patronymic."

"Second. I've been at school in Westchester for a few months, but I dinna get out much. I was just going to go straight to my cousin's but I smelled this, and I'm just very hungry. Terribly sorry if I've interrupted."

"Ah. So daughter of..." He trailed off because while she said it with all due ease, he was likely to butcher it. "I see. Very nice."

He paused at the mention of school in Westchester. It distracted him from Alexander going suddenly quiet. He knew of one school there. Though the woman he had dated from there was not quite as disconnected from New York societal norms. "Xavier's? And don't worry about interrupting. We were just having light conversation about places of origin and business."

Alexander noted the name of the school. Xavier's. He didn't understand why a child of Hrimhari would be attending a school but perhaps she'd been exiled, like him. Or there was another purpose for it. However, now Alexander knew where to look should he need to find her again.

"Yes, Marcelo and I were just conversing. It's not intrusion at all." Alexander said, passing her a menu.

"You might want to take a look so that you know what you want when the waiter arrives." he said, smiling.

Was this his grandfather's doing? Or was this something more sinister? Alexander couldn't believe it was coincidence. The worlds were far too small for that.

"Aye, Xavier's. It's very lovely. Since I got there at Christmas, I've barely left the grounds. Dinna ken much about most cities." How did people bear the smell, when it wasn't covered up by such delicious food?

She thanks the person who isn't Marcelo for the menu, looking over it. When the waiter does return, she'll ask for "The roast beef sandwich. And the roast turkey sandwich. And the egg and cheese crepes. And a ginger ale, please." She'll start to hand the waiter her credit card, but that apparently can wait.

"So, I've heard about it. I'm on good terms with an alumnus. She graduated from there a bit ago." He gave the waiter a bit of grin. He had heard orders like that before. It would be fine.

He glanced toward Alexander and almost did a double take at the other man's expression. Well, this was not turning out to be a simple lunch where he got hit up for something business related.

The appetites of the Aesir, for food and otherwise, were legendary and Danielle brought great credit to her people in that regard. He barely suppressed a chuckle at the among of food she ordered. The waiter's eyes rose in surprise but he hastened to obey.

"Cities can be confusing. Are you meeting someone here or did you just happen to find this place by chance?" Alexander asked.

"Och, that's wonderful," she tells Marcelo. " 'Tis a great school. My mum went, and her classmates teach there now. What's her name, th - yuir friend?"

"Aye, ver' confusing." Then she shook her head. "It was just on the way to my cousin Nicky's and smelled nice."

"Stephanie Shaw," he answered. Though all the information he had just been given about Danielle's mother and mother's classmates did not mean a thing to him. It was a school for mutants in his mind and as long as Danielle didn't try to eat his head, shoot lasers into his chest, or something else personally destructive, he was fine.

Alexander listened to the two discuss this school that Marcelo's friend went to. He knew nothing about it but it seemed that Marcelo did and that was of interest.

The waiter returned with Marcelo's and Alexander's meals, and indicated that the first part of Danielle's would be brought out shortly.

"Tell me, Marcelo, how do you feel about fashion? You look like a man who knows how to dress. Do you enjoy suits, casual wear or something else?" he asked.

Danielle had shared the information merely to explain the school was a family affair for her. "Oh. I don't really know her, I'm afraid." The Shaws weren't family.

And now they were talking about clothes. Totally out of Danielle's expertise. What she was wearing was respectable and clean, and that was all she needed to know. So she'll just smile politely and, eventually, sip her ginger ale.

"She graduated a bit ago, if you just got there last Christmas, you probably hadn't met her. Nothing to be politely 'afraid' about." He gave the white-haired girl an understanding grin.

He turned to Alexander with his brow furrowed slightly. "I feel someone other than me should design it, and if I like it, I'll buy it. I wear suits only for business. And I tend toward bright-colored casual wear outside of work."

And he was studiously not mentioning the kevlar-lined suit he wore for his nightly duties.

"Good choices, those. I'm fan of suits during work and sometimes, during nights out. Okay, most of the time. I only do casual around the house or before I buy new clothing." he said.

"What about you, Danielle? Do you have any particulars regarding how you dress?" he asked.

"Och, I dinna ken much about clothes, but, well, dresses with ...'unstable molecules' in them are nice." She thinks she remembers the word right.

"I usually work late, so there are not many nights out for me. Simplifies my wardrobe." He was all work and no play since he had parted ways with Stephanie. It should have bothered him, but it didn't. He knew he had a lot to get done before his inevitable messy death due to being Vesper.

His eyebrows rose at what Danielle's dresses are made from. "Well, if that isn't futuristic fashion..."

"I'm afraid yo both have me at a loss. What are unstable molecules? I wasn't aware such a thing could be used in clothing." Alexander said, feeling momentarily out-of-touch. He needed someone to look up these things for him.

"Marcelo, I get the feeling that you're missing out a big part of life, my friend. You should get out more. You could end up at more lunches like this one!" Alexander said in a friendly tone.

"Och, they're ver' handy. Normally, with shifters, we have totake the dress off, shift, shift back, put the dress on, it's dreadfully tedious. But the fancy stuff just shifts with."

Marcelo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The realized he needed to shave before patrol tonight.

"Unstable molecule clothing was developed by Dr. Reed Richards. Unstable molecules are typically utilized in fabrics for superhero costumes. They allow the fabric to conform with the wearer's form and to not succumb to the wearer's powers." He sat back a bit in his chair. "My company has looked at the idea more for clothing to shift to a bullet proof form on impact. For police use. But we're a bit far behind the Future Foundation in terms of research."

Alexander finds himself slightly taken aback by Danielle's description of shifting. He knew many who could assume the forms of others, but he couldn't do it himself. He puts the idea of clothing for shifters on his list of ideas. He also keeps his mind away from the idea of a naked Aesir. The last time had been a lot of fun but the messy consequences left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"That sounds like a good thing to research, Marcelo." Alexander said, staring to eat as the first of Danielle's meals was brought to her. Alexander enjoyed his lobster bisque. It was delicious. He'd have to bring Roxanne back here.

Edited 2012-12-09 04:05 (UTC)

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