[Video] Fashion Disaster

[vivelavenir]

[In light of all this... mess, really, going on with everyone's minds (it did seem to be contagious), perhaps now was not the time to explore new things. Perhaps now was the time to really hold in place what one's personality ought to be, and to cling to it.

Despite that, Jehan and Courfeyrac have decided upon now to finally take the foray into modern fashion. Jehan can't say he's thrilled with the result, but the clothing items they have lifted from the Cyllene at least fit... for the most part.

Being rather dismal with technology still, he'd meant to put in a call to Combeferre, whom he thought might be amused with the antics (...and might tell them what he planned to do with those dresses, finally.)

Instead, network, have a man in his early twenties, from 1832, in front of the camera wearing a streamlined, white jacket. Which might not have been so bad, if he had not insisted on wearing it with a bright tie, which he had fashioned into a bow around his neck.

Courfeyrac had done... something to his hair, with some form of goo he'd found in one of the bathrooms on the other ship, and he had not liked it. It was sticky. He'd tried to comb it out with his hands, and the result was that it now more-or-less stood straight up, tilted to the side violently, and had frozen like that, as if in shock.]

Is this-- is it recording?

[A pause.

He had no time to be embarrassed. He had a few questions.]

This is absurd. The buttons on these costumes-- they have no button holes, the half of them. Are they meant to connect to nothing?

[In his attempt to figure out why on earth a jacket would have buttons that were only for show, he's fastened two into the same hole, in a few places; with a herculean amount of effort.]

And some of these pockets are stitched shut.

Is all clothing like this, past our day? Do men really wear pants quite so tight; and how do you go about fitting suspenders onto pants that have no buttons in the back?

[He has figured belts... to an extent. As the pants he'd taken sat much lower than he was used to, he'd used the belt to fasten them nearly to his waist, putting it through only one loop and pulling tight. Over the jacket.

The result is more or less a disaster, and he'd readily admit it leaned towards more; the clothes simply didn't make sense.]

Really, I cannot say I imagine I am wearing this... absolutely correctly. But is it made correctly? These are pieces we have found, and I've seen all manner of clothing on board this vessel.

Are such things really comfortable? I can't say they seem useful, exactly...

Are all pockets in the future stitched shut?

[Someone has to ask the Serious Questions, Tranquility.]

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[lecentre]

[And fuss he will do! He unties the tie, perhaps a little too slowly and with unnecessary linger touches, and ties it more in the fashion of how he generally ties his own cravat. With a little more flair, because it's Jehan. As he sets upon fussing over the buttons with more lingering touches, he cracks a small grin and meets Jehan's gaze.]

You are far too generous in your praises. However, that is to say, I believe it may be a peculiar combination of our theories. I find futuristic fashion a nuisance and hardly attractive, therefore I am not fit for such clothing.

However, if you find my normal dress more appealing to the eye, I see little reason to force myself into these strange costumes.

[vivelavenir]

[And he did not especially mind the fussing with his outfit, by way of the lingering touches, that pattern that had grown common to them and that only Combeferre had figured out, tus far. Leaning back into a more comfortable slump, he closed his eyes as he snorted softly and smiled.]

Then, the argument is yours, and you have won it. Why are you primping at mine, then, if you have decided it is far beyond attraction for you?

I should not wish you to force yourself into anything, and I do find your usual wear a good sight better. The one concession I will make of these outfits is that they are very snug, and I suppose that makes for warmer wearing. The lady's variety might offer a little more ease of movement, at that; though I am not Combeferre, and could not tell you for a fact.

[lecentre]

[Finishing the primping, he gave Jehan a small pat and laughed a little.]

I primp simply because I can. Need I require more reason than that? I enjoy it.

As for Combeferre, perhaps we should supply him a gown and see his opinion? For scientific purposes, of course.

[vivelavenir]

I would never judge a man for his reasoning, only his intention.

[And as he plain well knew the intention by now; Courfeyrac being somewhat obvious enough; he inclined his head to agree that it was all right, before snorting softly.]

Is he to have a collection? From a moth, to a butterfly. Our pretty mentor? Oh, no; it's really too much to imagine. I beg let's not.

[lecentre]

The vision will surely haunt my dreams when they return to me at a predictable rate. Our dear friend meta morphing into a beautiful butterfly before our very eyes.

[He lets out another laugh of his own, hidden behind his hand.]

What's more, let us not imagine it nor ever tell him of it, agreed?

[vivelavenir]

I am sure there must be some more scientific and exacting term for that transformation, that will now haunt you in the deepest recesses of your mind, where the dreams are made and creep out of.

[Quipped, smiling into his obnoxious orange tie and too-tall collar.]

Oh, I should never tell him that. He'd be too taken with it.

[lecentre]

I'm sure there is, but I do not want to tell him why I should need to know it. He may ask too many pressing questions.

[He let one hand rest on Jehan's as he laughed into his own shoulder and shook his head.]

He would be, wouldn't he? All the more reason not to tell him.

[vivelavenir]

Or give you too much pressing information?

[Countered, smile growing as he watched him laugh with fond eyes.]

Oh yes, it would be terrible. And we'd be at fault. But I'd blame you, because everyone would naturally assume I'd had nothing to do with it, and you, all.

[He teased, reaching up to squeeze his hand to assure him it was a joke.]

[lecentre]

He would give far too much information, knowing very well that it is too much.

[A dramatic pout, at that.]

Oh how fiendish of you, mon cher! I would remember such an act and react appropriately.

[Squeezing Jehan's hand back, he broke the pout with another smile and wrinkled his nose playfully.]

[vivelavenir]

He does forget it, at times. But gets pleasure of it, when he does not.

[Agreed, before he gave a soft laugh and reached up, to smooth out the wrinkles in his nose with a finger.]

I look like a playhouse villain right now, do I not? Tame your reactions; I remind, I know how to gel one to one's pillow, and I am undaunted.

[lecentre]

[Jehan's finger on his nose hardly helped, and really only made him scrunch it up and laugh even more. Leaning towards that touch, he gave a shake of his head.]

A playhouse villain of my own creation... And with such wicked intents. I have created a monster, it should seem!

[vivelavenir]

Oh, that you have indeed.

[He agreed, taking it upon himself to make a most serious face at him now.]

I cannot be quelled easily, now that I have truly immortal hair.

[lecentre]

But I have been tasked with its defeat, if our suggestions are to be believed. My dastardly villain, I can fix your hair quickly should such the need arise!

[vivelavenir]

You could kill the immortal evil which you have created? Oh, you brave Set! Oh, powerful Kali, slayer of Raktabija!

[He was laughing now, losing some of that self-consciousness, as was simple in this company.]

Were that you could banish the beast and return my hair to its truly mortal state, I would give thee many sacrifices in thanks.

[And a little bow, to make his point.]