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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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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.
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"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."
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"Cities can be confusing. Are you meeting someone here or did you just happen to find this place by chance?" Alexander asked.
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"Aye, ver' confusing." Then she shook her head. "It was just on the way to my cousin Nicky's and smelled nice."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"What about you, Danielle? Do you have any particulars regarding how you dress?" he asked.
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His eyebrows rose at what Danielle's dresses are made from. "Well, if that isn't futuristic fashion..."
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"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.
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"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."
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"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.
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She eats happily and listens.
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"Well, Colombia has Miguel Caballero and his bulletproof clothing. Though his clothing feels light, you can make out the bulletproof plating in it. We're working so undercover police could be wearing something similar and not look like there's plating sewn in. From what Stephanie has told me, unstable molecule clothing is not particularly bulletproof itself."
He started to dig into his food.
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"And if it's being researched for our everyday heroes, one can only imagine that the bad guys are getting it done for themselves." he said.
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He nodded toward Danielle. "I'm sure some of the superheroic set probably wish the material were more impervious to outside damage."
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"How long have you been in America, Marcelo? What about you, Danielle?"
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