“I guess technically… yes that’s what you’d call me.”
Although Pak preferred to think of herself as an artist, a developer, a pioneer. Designer sounded so insignificant. Any hack with a web editor could call himself a web designer and what she did went beyond that.
“Ordinarily I’d agree with you but you know Parisians, everything has to be just so. I’m thinking it wouldn’t hurt to go a little more formal.”
Especially as she was going to be giving them her budget. It would be better if they were in a good mood.
She flipped through the racks, randomly. Her eye was drawn to color more than anything. A black skirt and jacket with a bright red blouse was her first thought. It wasn’t too bad, it was the right idea at any rate.
The next idea was dark blue jacket and pants with a white shirt. What was she in the FBI?
“Did I mention that Navy blue is the devil?”
Where to Begin II (open)
The limo driver stopped at what appeared to be Nachton's equivalent to 5th Avenue. He found a parking spot near the middle and opened her door. For once, she actually stopped for a moment to talk to him, clarifying what was where and arranging for him to take care of any packages she acquired.
As luck would have it, the shop they were in front of was exactly where she needed to start, so she stepped inside, a small smile crossing her face at the displays of lingerie. As tedious as shopping could be, the end results were worth it, especially when it involved clothing such as this. It was too bad she didn't know what Sorin's tastes were ~ this would have been the perfect opportunity to find something he'd like in the event she didn't already have it.
That thought had her chuckling to herself. She couldn't recall the last time a man had intrigued her this much and that it was more than just his physical qualities she found appealing was an unexpected bonus. It would not surprise her in the least to find he could get her into quite a bit of trouble, but oh it would be a very entertaining ride.
"Can I help you find anything?"Â?
Fiona turned to the saleswoman, all amusement wiped from her face. She explained what she needed and the saleswoman nodded, thoughtful.
"Give me one moment, dear, I believe I have just the thing."Â?
Fiona watched her wander to the back of the store and turned her attention back to a display of corsets. It amused her that these had come back in style ~ though they were a hundred times more comfortable than anything she had worn when she was younger.
(OOC ~ this takes place before the banquet!)
Pakpao
18 years ago
Fiona
18 years ago
Fiona had the distinct impression she had committed something of a faux pas in determining the other’s job description. That she knew how to turn on her laptop and access the internet was something of a miracle, though it had proven to be something of a godsend in the long run. There was nothing you couldn’t buy or learn…
One delicate eyebrow rose at the next comment. While it was true that Parisians did tend to be a bit overboard about appearances, it was not something that had ever concerned the Frenchwoman. Of course, her idea of casual clothing was pretty much she was wearing. She glanced down at her own attire, bemused that she didn’t even recall what she had put on this evening. How odd. Black straight legged slacks and burgundy cashmere sweater. Black leather coat over that, swirling around her calves when she walked. Fairly normal when she had no where she felt a need to be dressed up. But compared to what others considered casual, it probably was on the formal side.
“Navy blue? I agree completely. Too… institutional?”
Looking over the jackets offered, she paused at one in cream. Pulling it out, she looked closer, frowning in thought. With the right shirt… nodding to herself, she held it up, certain that it would get an entertaining reaction.
“What about this one?”
One delicate eyebrow rose at the next comment. While it was true that Parisians did tend to be a bit overboard about appearances, it was not something that had ever concerned the Frenchwoman. Of course, her idea of casual clothing was pretty much she was wearing. She glanced down at her own attire, bemused that she didn’t even recall what she had put on this evening. How odd. Black straight legged slacks and burgundy cashmere sweater. Black leather coat over that, swirling around her calves when she walked. Fairly normal when she had no where she felt a need to be dressed up. But compared to what others considered casual, it probably was on the formal side.
“Navy blue? I agree completely. Too… institutional?”
Looking over the jackets offered, she paused at one in cream. Pulling it out, she looked closer, frowning in thought. With the right shirt… nodding to herself, she held it up, certain that it would get an entertaining reaction.
“What about this one?”
Pakpao
18 years ago
Institutional, close to home; it all fit. She didn’t like the color. Blue was a good color, it was just that shade set her teeth on edge.
The cream caused Pak to blink and take a step back.
“Next you’ll want me to get white sneakers and wear my watch upside down. This whole nurse look is not going to fly.”
There was enough hand holding involved already and had no desire to give off that caretaker image. Pak rendered service and support to her creations, the users were on their own; although it could often be the same thing.
“Gray, gray is a nice color. Maybe a pin stripe.”
The cream caused Pak to blink and take a step back.
“Next you’ll want me to get white sneakers and wear my watch upside down. This whole nurse look is not going to fly.”
There was enough hand holding involved already and had no desire to give off that caretaker image. Pak rendered service and support to her creations, the users were on their own; although it could often be the same thing.
“Gray, gray is a nice color. Maybe a pin stripe.”
Fiona
18 years ago
Well, at least the reaction to the cream jacket had been entertaining. Fiona looked at it again, trying to figure out the other woman had come up with “nurse look”. Smiling she set it back on the rack and shrugged.
“I hadn’t thought of that. But gray would be nice.”
And safe and practical… Fiona just shook her head and started looking for anything in gray, keeping a sharp eye out for pinstripes. Instead, she came face to face with lime green. And a nice bright neon orange.
“Mon Dieu!”
She had to have stepped out of the business department on accident. Surely no one in their right mind would wear –that- to work in? A quick glance around quashed that notion. She was most definetly still in the professional clothing. In light of that little discovery, gray was looking better and better. She’d back practical over hideous any day.
“Is there a particular length you prefer?”
“I hadn’t thought of that. But gray would be nice.”
And safe and practical… Fiona just shook her head and started looking for anything in gray, keeping a sharp eye out for pinstripes. Instead, she came face to face with lime green. And a nice bright neon orange.
“Mon Dieu!”
She had to have stepped out of the business department on accident. Surely no one in their right mind would wear –that- to work in? A quick glance around quashed that notion. She was most definetly still in the professional clothing. In light of that little discovery, gray was looking better and better. She’d back practical over hideous any day.
“Is there a particular length you prefer?”
Pakpao
18 years ago
“Either just above my keens or pants.”
More navy, more black, yuck pink; who wore these things anyway? Then just when Pak thought she’d found something decent she’d turn it around and it would have a neckline that ended at her navel, sequences glued all over it, or some atrocious patter. It was so much easier to find good hardware.
She hated to keep the other woman from her own shopping, but her being there added some discipline. Pak would feel even guiltier if she threw up her hands and left after a stranger had been so helpful.
“What sort of business are you in?”
Please give her something else to think about, if she kept looking at racks, her brain would melt. Ah gray, and a lot of it.
“I think I might be on to something over here…”
More navy, more black, yuck pink; who wore these things anyway? Then just when Pak thought she’d found something decent she’d turn it around and it would have a neckline that ended at her navel, sequences glued all over it, or some atrocious patter. It was so much easier to find good hardware.
She hated to keep the other woman from her own shopping, but her being there added some discipline. Pak would feel even guiltier if she threw up her hands and left after a stranger had been so helpful.
“What sort of business are you in?”
Please give her something else to think about, if she kept looking at racks, her brain would melt. Ah gray, and a lot of it.
“I think I might be on to something over here…”
Fiona
18 years ago
Fiona headed over to see what she had found, thinking over her question. Technically she was a model, but that had paled and she wasn’t going back to it. Her past business ventures weren’t something she generally discussed with strangers ~ most people had issues with the entire concept of prostitution, though sometimes it was amusing to see what reaction she would get. The women tended to be horrified and the men embarrassed ~ though that didn’t stop them from giving her contemplative looks. But for those who had been in that particular business, well, most ended up there for very much the wrong reasons and it was one area Fiona tended to get protective in. Those girls needed protection and they had been forced to sell themselves instead. So it was generally better to not mention that in polite company.
“I’m thinking of changing careers. The fashion industry has begun to pale lately. I haven’t decided yet what I might do. I have some interest in antiques, but it is rather specialized.” Very specialized ~ 17th century French to be exact.
There was a display of mix-and-match suits that struck her as practical. A few different style jackets, slacks, 2 different length skirts… and it had plain and pinstripe. “What about these? If you like one set, you can always add to it and have many options later. Maybe a silk shirt under the jacket?”
“I’m thinking of changing careers. The fashion industry has begun to pale lately. I haven’t decided yet what I might do. I have some interest in antiques, but it is rather specialized.” Very specialized ~ 17th century French to be exact.
There was a display of mix-and-match suits that struck her as practical. A few different style jackets, slacks, 2 different length skirts… and it had plain and pinstripe. “What about these? If you like one set, you can always add to it and have many options later. Maybe a silk shirt under the jacket?”
Pakpao
18 years ago
Why she was so into pinstripe was beyond Pak. Maybe she was under the delusion that it would make her look taller, although heels were a much more practical solution. The suits did look promising, as if they would be a nice close fit without being too tight.
Picking out a jacket and the shorter of the skirts in her size, she looked up at the idea of being involved in fashion. Maybe that’s why she didn’t seem to mind helping to pick something out. After all Pak didn’t mind helping out with random computer issues, it was simply a matter of where your interest lay.
“Seems like a drastic sort of change, but I suppose change can be good. Are you looking to set up a shop then? Cater to the tourist or are you planning something more elite?”
She’d put money on the more elite. Just from the way the woman dressed she couldn’t see her dealing well with throngs of tourist when went antiquing, looking for things to refinish.
Holding the jacket in front of her she debated the shirt.
“Do you think I could pull off red with it?”
Picking out a jacket and the shorter of the skirts in her size, she looked up at the idea of being involved in fashion. Maybe that’s why she didn’t seem to mind helping to pick something out. After all Pak didn’t mind helping out with random computer issues, it was simply a matter of where your interest lay.
“Seems like a drastic sort of change, but I suppose change can be good. Are you looking to set up a shop then? Cater to the tourist or are you planning something more elite?”
She’d put money on the more elite. Just from the way the woman dressed she couldn’t see her dealing well with throngs of tourist when went antiquing, looking for things to refinish.
Holding the jacket in front of her she debated the shirt.
“Do you think I could pull off red with it?”
Fiona
18 years ago
The suits were nice enough, she supposed, but seeing the other woman hold it up, Fiona hid a cringe. There was no way she would be caught dead in that. The fabric was tolerable but the style… practical. Red would be a very good idea. Anything to give it some fashion.
“Yes, I believe red would work quite well.”
A shop? Mon Dieu, she hadn’t thought of that. Of course, for the time being, money was not exactly an issue, and wouldn’t be for at least a few decades. She could always set something up and let her business manager actually deal with it. There would be no reason to involve herself directly. Shaking her head, she knew she wouldn’t be doing that. The thought was too… common.
“I’m not sure yet. Most of the time I have dealt through auction houses. I suppose it will depend on what opportunities I find here in Nachton.” And what Sorin’s playing field looked like. There were always possibilities there if utilized correctly.
“Yes, I believe red would work quite well.”
A shop? Mon Dieu, she hadn’t thought of that. Of course, for the time being, money was not exactly an issue, and wouldn’t be for at least a few decades. She could always set something up and let her business manager actually deal with it. There would be no reason to involve herself directly. Shaking her head, she knew she wouldn’t be doing that. The thought was too… common.
“I’m not sure yet. Most of the time I have dealt through auction houses. I suppose it will depend on what opportunities I find here in Nachton.” And what Sorin’s playing field looked like. There were always possibilities there if utilized correctly.
Pakpao
18 years ago
Gold had been Pak’s first choice, it usually was. After that it was a toss up between red and blue, but proper shades. Navy was, as previously discussed, the devil. Fortunately it didn’t take much time to locate a good candidate, long sleeves collar, yes that would do quite nice.
“Isn’t there something about power colors and red sending the wrong message.”
Pausing thoughtfully for a second Pak tried to remember this sort of thing and failed.
“Oh who cares its my meeting and they should pay attention to me.”
She was going to have to get that feeling under control fast, and she knew it. A clove would help, but the store would hardly approve. Even if she couldn’t light up she casually placed a hand in her pants pocket and fingered her lighter. Soon, before she got in the car.
“Well good luck either way. Hey I think that’s it for me, better than this sort of expedition usually goes. What about you that sales woman ever did some back or possibly she thinks we ditched her.”
“Isn’t there something about power colors and red sending the wrong message.”
Pausing thoughtfully for a second Pak tried to remember this sort of thing and failed.
“Oh who cares its my meeting and they should pay attention to me.”
She was going to have to get that feeling under control fast, and she knew it. A clove would help, but the store would hardly approve. Even if she couldn’t light up she casually placed a hand in her pants pocket and fingered her lighter. Soon, before she got in the car.
“Well good luck either way. Hey I think that’s it for me, better than this sort of expedition usually goes. What about you that sales woman ever did some back or possibly she thinks we ditched her.”
Fiona
18 years ago
Power colors? Whatever was that about?
“I’m not sure about ‘power colors’, but, as you say, it is your meeting. Though I doubt it will be the clothing they notice so much. Clothing is meant for the first impression. You choose it to make a statement. In this case, it sounds as if you want them to see you as… their equal? No… an authority figure? Yes, that’s it. Not as in their superior, but as a person who knows what it is they speak about. The clothing conveys a message, that if properly delivered, allows them to hear what you have to say much clearer as they have been put in the proper… attitude?”
Fiona shrugged, not sure if she had explained it adequately. Dressing to impress, as it were, was second nature. Her clothing was an accessory that she used to set the tone of whatever she wanted to accomplish. She smiled, thinking of the red gown the other woman held. That would also send a message ~ one she hoped the other woman would be willing to risk at some point.
She bowed her head briefly in acknowledgement. “Merci. And to you as well.”
She smirked at the idea that the saleswoman “ditched” her. Fiona knew that when she returned to that department the woman would be waiting with a selection of appropriate items, waiting on her. That was simply the way it was and it was inconceivable to Fiona that it would be any other way.
“It was a pleasure to assist you, Ms…” Fiona blinked, suddenly realizing they had never exchanged names. How odd.
“I’m not sure about ‘power colors’, but, as you say, it is your meeting. Though I doubt it will be the clothing they notice so much. Clothing is meant for the first impression. You choose it to make a statement. In this case, it sounds as if you want them to see you as… their equal? No… an authority figure? Yes, that’s it. Not as in their superior, but as a person who knows what it is they speak about. The clothing conveys a message, that if properly delivered, allows them to hear what you have to say much clearer as they have been put in the proper… attitude?”
Fiona shrugged, not sure if she had explained it adequately. Dressing to impress, as it were, was second nature. Her clothing was an accessory that she used to set the tone of whatever she wanted to accomplish. She smiled, thinking of the red gown the other woman held. That would also send a message ~ one she hoped the other woman would be willing to risk at some point.
She bowed her head briefly in acknowledgement. “Merci. And to you as well.”
She smirked at the idea that the saleswoman “ditched” her. Fiona knew that when she returned to that department the woman would be waiting with a selection of appropriate items, waiting on her. That was simply the way it was and it was inconceivable to Fiona that it would be any other way.
“It was a pleasure to assist you, Ms…” Fiona blinked, suddenly realizing they had never exchanged names. How odd.
Pakpao
18 years ago
Pak nodded her agreement, she did want to be noticed, to hold attention and to deliver what she had to say with as much authority as she could.
Names, nope they’d never done the name thing. And while she could pass herself off as a California girl, she’d never altered her name and it was distinctly Siamese, Thai to these young sorts who’d never heard of Siam.
“Metharom. Pakpao Metharom. Nice to meet you.”
Dang that sounded all Bond, James Bond didn't it. But Bond wasn't nearly the mouthful that Metharom was.
She gave the other woman a sincere friendly smile and offered her hand along with the introduction.
She apparently wasn’t coming off as wired as she felt and that was an extremely good thing. It meant she still had time to make a sane exit before doing something… creative.
Names, nope they’d never done the name thing. And while she could pass herself off as a California girl, she’d never altered her name and it was distinctly Siamese, Thai to these young sorts who’d never heard of Siam.
“Metharom. Pakpao Metharom. Nice to meet you.”
Dang that sounded all Bond, James Bond didn't it. But Bond wasn't nearly the mouthful that Metharom was.
She gave the other woman a sincere friendly smile and offered her hand along with the introduction.
She apparently wasn’t coming off as wired as she felt and that was an extremely good thing. It meant she still had time to make a sane exit before doing something… creative.
Fiona
18 years ago
Fiona returned her smile and accepted the offered hand, her handshake confident. “Fiona Gerard. It was a pleasure to assist you, Ms. Metharom.”
And oddly enough, it had been. The encounter had been a welcome distraction. Not one she wanted to have on a regular basis, but still… it had given her a bit of a rest and she felt more energized. Bemused, she continued.
“I hope your meeting goes well.” Cocking her head slightly, she grinned. “And if I might suggest, wear heels.”
(OOC ~ Do I want to know what “creative” would have entailed???)
And oddly enough, it had been. The encounter had been a welcome distraction. Not one she wanted to have on a regular basis, but still… it had given her a bit of a rest and she felt more energized. Bemused, she continued.
“I hope your meeting goes well.” Cocking her head slightly, she grinned. “And if I might suggest, wear heels.”
(OOC ~ Do I want to know what “creative” would have entailed???)
Pakpao
18 years ago
“Always. Can’t have these guys towering over me any more than necessary.”
Pak grinned, she hated heels but wore them on a regular basis, especially with her outside clients. She nodded at the introduction.
“It was nice to met you Fiona. Enjoy the dinner. Who knows I might even see you there.”
Probably not but Pak would never claim to predict the future. Pausing only long enough to make her purchases and retrieve her coat from the check Pak headed out. Lighting up as soon as she was outside, but tossing the half finished clove before she got in the car.
((OOC… Er… probably not. Ask Nic about his shoe. Pak out.))
Pak grinned, she hated heels but wore them on a regular basis, especially with her outside clients. She nodded at the introduction.
“It was nice to met you Fiona. Enjoy the dinner. Who knows I might even see you there.”
Probably not but Pak would never claim to predict the future. Pausing only long enough to make her purchases and retrieve her coat from the check Pak headed out. Lighting up as soon as she was outside, but tossing the half finished clove before she got in the car.
((OOC… Er… probably not. Ask Nic about his shoe. Pak out.))
Fiona
18 years ago
“I hope to see you there as well. Good night.”
She watched Pakpao walk away and shook her head, bemused. With a last glance at the hideous lime-green suit, she returned to the lingerie department where, as she had expected, the saleswoman was waiting. After looking over the selection, she choose 2 and went try them on, wanting to make sure they fit and were comfortable.
Ten minutes later, she had chosen what she needed and was paying for her items, pleased with life in general. She returned to the waiting limo, turning her bags over to the driver and climbing in. There was a whole city still to explore and the night was young. How wonderfully perfect.
(OOC ~ Fiona out! Lock, please!)
She watched Pakpao walk away and shook her head, bemused. With a last glance at the hideous lime-green suit, she returned to the lingerie department where, as she had expected, the saleswoman was waiting. After looking over the selection, she choose 2 and went try them on, wanting to make sure they fit and were comfortable.
Ten minutes later, she had chosen what she needed and was paying for her items, pleased with life in general. She returned to the waiting limo, turning her bags over to the driver and climbing in. There was a whole city still to explore and the night was young. How wonderfully perfect.
(OOC ~ Fiona out! Lock, please!)