Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Who: Guybrush Threepwood. Open.
Where: Virgo District.
Summary: "Once you can accept the universe as being something expanding into an infinite nothing which is something, wearing stripes with plaid is easy." - Albert Einstein
Warnings: Horrible fashion sense.

Part of him feels like he should've told the woman that no sane individual wears plaid if they can help it. But a job's a job, and he's not sure she would've understood the fashion catastrophe she was about to unleash upon herself. So, out he goes.

Of course, as one can judge by the narrative text, there's a major problem with this scenario: how does a guy who hates plaid find something fashionable IN plaid? And that's his crisis right now, ducking in and out of stores and pretty much hating all the fashions.

"This is getting ridiculous. Where's THAT guy when I need him?" he mutters. Now who could THAT guy be? More importantly, does anybody want to help him in his nigh-impossible quest?

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[otakuro]

"...Huh?" Atsuro shakes his head. "Nah, I've got enough for a large pizza." That probably makes sense to someone somewhere out in the world. He continues. "...I'm just wondering if she ever said who the memory was for."

He thumbs through his wallet again and pulls out the bills. "There. Lucky for you, I was planning to go shopping the day everything went down."

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Guybrush manages to pull out some money -- somehow -- and it's a shirt get. Phew. "So what, one moment it was hit the shops, the next it was crazy guy telling you about things in your head?"

[otakuro]

"What...?" Atsuro shells over his portion of the money and blinks. "Oh, no, I meant the day everything went down back home, back a few weeks ago. My friends and I were gonna go hang out at the mall." Not that his arrival into Hinoto-Ri had been much better timed.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

He scratches the back of his head. "Gee, things must've gone real crazy where you're come from," he says, putting the shirt into that strange mystery zone he calls an inventory again. "You should've been a pirate. EVERY day is strange and crazy that way. It's great."

[otakuro]

Atsuro tries not think about the fact that Guybrush had just apparently tucked his shirt into his shirt, whereupon it had immediately vanished. Perhaps he was wearing it underneath now.

"I do my best to avoid strange and crazy, thanks. I think it's probably better for my lifespan." He pauses. "...My memory, too."