nextgenerationmarvel | Retail Therapy at Bendel (Open to NYC folk)

The Scientists at the Future Foundation decided that Alisa could go out on a little day trip. She had to be back before dark, and they gave her a little bit of homework for her trip. She had to come back with an item she purchased that she liked. No one could recommend anything to her, and she could not let others tell her what to buy. She had to decide for herself on ONE item, and then report how she felt about it from start to finish.

Alisa decided to try and shop for something small, like a nice handbag. It had been ages since she went into Henri Bendel's and bought herself a nice handbag. Well, one that was not recommended to her by someone else that was.

"Dis should be easy... just ONE item. One!" She thought to herself as she looked at all the "A-List" hand bags in stock. She picked one up that had a snake skin pattern and examined it carefully. "Actually, dis one looks kind o' wild. I t'ink I like it..."

She continued examining the handbag, as well as a black clutch for it. Why was it so hard to find something she, herself, liked? Why did it make her sick to not have direction?

"Dese Egg Heads better know what dey are doin' wit' dis little experiment."

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"Oh, look at that," Brooke laughed. "False toughness. I mean, it's cute that you think you have the toughness of a homeless person who can survive the coldest of winters, but the fact is that you have the strength of Kleenex in a thunderstorm. Stop trying to be someone you're not, Alisa."

Brooke set the handbag down and waved over Penelope, who offered her a small bottle of icy cold water. Brooke accepted it and took a dainty sip. She indicated that Alisa should get one as well and continued, "But at least now we're aware that on some level, you do crave my approval. After all, even sarcasm comes from a place of truth. But here's the thing. Shopping where I shop? Infiltrating the society I've always been a part of? Sure, you can be some lame designer impostor version of me, but you'll never be the real thing. Why not quit while you're woefully behind and try to carve out another place in the world for yourself? It'll save you a lot of pain and the rest of us a lot of headaches."

Brooke stepped away, then, ready to head on to the jewelry displays. "Accept that no one's ever going to accept you, Alisa. Maybe then your streak of bad luck will end and everyone you've ever met won't try to leave you or kill you. It would save you a lot of heartache."

Alisa handed the handbag to the clerk who was helping her out, smiling as she indicated to place it with the other one she was purchasing. Her hand waved off the offer of water she was given, before responding to Brooke.

"That is just so adorable! You, thinking I wish to be you!" She laughed again, a real laugh. It was absolutely funny to her. Alisa got herself under control before responding to Brooke. "That is just so cute! I could care less about your approval, or that of others. I lived for years like some beaten dog, hoping someone would pat me on the head, only to get another kick to the ribs. What did it get me? More headaches and heartaches then I care to remember."

Alisa walked with confidence, as though Brooke's words had absolutely no effect on her. And for once, they did not. She began looking over at the scarves, while Brooke focused on the jewelery.

"No more. I will not have people like you telling me where I should go, how I should dress, what I should eat, and how I should live my life." She picked up a black scarf, carefully looking it over before handing it to the clerk.

Brooke opened her mouth to say something snappy back to Alisa, but stopped. She closed her mouth and smiled instead, the corners of her raspberry-tinted lips curving up in dark amusement. There were many things she could have done here - used her powers on Alisa to make her feel horrible; used her powers on the manager to entirely ban Alisa from ever stepping foot in Bendel again...the possibilities were endless.

But what was the point? Alisa had the IQ of flat Diet Sprite. She wouldn't understand. Instead, Brooke's eyes swept over Alisa - head to toe and back again - and Brooke shrugged as if to say, Whatever.

She turned on her heel and headed towards the staircase to check out the jewelry on the next floor, leaving Alisa both behind and beneath her, where she belonged.

Alisa simply shrugged at Brooke's response, or lack there of. She waited for her to leave before walking up to the counter to pay for her things. She left the Clerks a sizable tip for having to endure listening to her and Brooke bicker, and then started back on her way to the Pier.

"Her opinions on my life do not matter. It is mine to live and do as I please with it. And it is about damn time I returned to my rightful place in High Society." Alisa thought to herself as she walked. "They wished me to return with something I liked and explain why? I will tell them I like myself as I am. I may be flawed, but I am DONE letting people talk and look down upon me. I will not cower or pretend to be what people want. I am who I am, a member of high society, an artist, a force to be reckoned with."

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