Jessica Drew - Main Bar

[justdyedit]

[OOC: Milli-timed to the day the age spell broke.]

Jess had been outside investigating the various spiders to be found (she was quite sure she came across a nice specimen of Steatoda nobilis) when the spell that had regressed everyone's age broke. Given she was wearing children's clothes when it happened, she was quite happy to have found a horse blanket to borrow so she could make her way to her new room without breaking any of the Bar's rules.

Properly dressed, and aged, she's feeling better than she expected. Parts of her psyche that have been broken for years don't feel as sharp anymore and she can almost smile at certain memories…at least what memories she can see. Which is why she is glad she never venom blasted either pony responsible for the spell and why she is now at the bar.

"Can I leave a gift? Anonymously, I mean." Pause for a napkin read. "Of course it won't cause harm. Just give Twilight and that other pony, Trixie wasn't it? Just give them some treat, like a cake or whatever is good for them. One each and put it on my tab. Don't say who is from though, just thank them or something. And don't make it weird or sappy."

"What's this?" She then asks as an invoke appears for the damage to a certain soda machine. "But I wasn't in control of my facilities!" Another napkin. "I was a kid." Another napkin. "Fine. I'll pay up. Give me a mocha and some biscotti first."

Business taken care of, she settles in with her smartphone, scrolling through some costume redesigns* she found online back home. Carol shouldn't get all the fun of a new costume after all.

[OOC: *link leads to an entry with a list of fanmade costume redesigns for Jess. All are linked cause I didn't want to tie up this with graphics or too many links.]

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[dont_feel_it]

Up come his eyes, first, followed shortly by his eyebrows, which tuck together in something akin to consternation, or maybe the closest Nathan Wuornos gets to bewilderment, but his tone is even, almost dry.

He doesn't come across, strictly speaking, as conversational, but she asked a question and he'll answer it to the best of his abilities, which, in this case...

Well, it's not much.

His eyes track from the outfit in question to her face, considering, and back again, before lanky shoulders lift in a hitched shrug. "Doesn't look like it'd protect much."

He'll just avoid any mention of that cut-out at the top, thanks. "Probably easy to move around in, though. Sorry, I don't have much of an eye for..."

Trailing off, he gathers his thoughts, makes a guess. "...design."