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The Predator [open]

The plan of attack was pretty simple-- the bazaar was generally unfamiliar territory, so the point was going to be to stalk the field, to scope out the best items and deals. If she could find the weakest salespeople, the best deals... those would be the best places to strike. This was going to be good.

Moving with purpose, Rachel started to weave through the crowded bazaar, eyes set on her first target: a nearby clothing stall, vivid fabric aired in the open.

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She notices it's a bit difference-- but the important thing is that he's still looking smug, which she's aiming to wipe off his face. It does not a thing to deter her own smug look, as she twirls the scarf a little in front of her.

"5 credits," she says casually, as if it's no big deal. "Not bad I guess."

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His eyes widen a bit at that - considering that merchant was asking thirty for some of the scarves there, five is a very good bargain.

"Aye, well," he says, just as casually. "I suppose that's not so bad when it comes to price. Although ye may have just gotten lucky. Or maybe it was defective or something."

She smiles more at that, him seeming to now be playing the same game as her. It was no big deal, and all that. She let out a hum as she twirled it a bit, before she put it on, one hand resting on it. "It seems like it's pretty good quality, but whatever."

Jamie shrugs, as if to say it was no big deal. "Best hope it'll be able to stand to to Stacy's humidity, aye? It's not as though we'll be able to get in touch with the merchant later."

He wanders across the way, then, to a booth that seems to be selling suits and jackets for men, idly pulling out the sleeve of one of them to look at it. "But I'm sure ye know your fabrics, being a lassie and all."

"It should be fine," Rachel says casually, with another shrug. "It's not too light, so it'll last better than most." She watches him for a moment, before she says, voice a bit colder, "It's not because I'm a 'lassie' though, so watch it." She watches him at the booth for a second.

"So let's get you dressed up then."

He opens his mouth to ask her why it is she knows it, then - but takes one look at her face and decides that maybe that's not such a good idea.

Looking at the sleeve of the suit coat he's pulled out, he considers the idea. It wouldn't be the first time someone on the ship's gotten him to try on clothes, and while he can't really think of any reason to actually get an outfit off the top of his head, he figures it wouldn't hurt to go along with her.

Actually, he thinks, glancing back at her face, it might hurt if he decided he didn't want to.

"Aye, I suppose I could try on a thing or two while we're here. What did ye have in mind?"

Rachel smiles a bit too sweetly at Jamie for that one, feeling a personal victory for getting him to agree to it. "Well," she starts, and she pauses to size him up more fully, eyes scanning him. "If you're going to be insisting on kilts, we might as well get you something to make it look a little nicer. How about something a little... dressier? A jacket. You never know if it might come in handy."

Jamie gives her a rather skeptical look at that statement. "For what, exactly? Anything that happens on Stacy where I might need something like that's in the Sensoriums. I could just think something up."

However, jackets would be easy enough to try on, he supposes. And it might very well satisfy her enough that he'll get out of carrying bags around yet. Heartened by the thought, he reaches for one anyway, a tweed one somewhat similar to the Doctor's. "Maybe this one, though..."

"Better safe than sorry," Rachel says with a shrug. Then, she smiles and says, "Besides, I'm not entirely sure if I can trust you to 'think up' good fashion." So she was oh-so-generously helping out.

She raises an eyebrow at the jacket he pulls out, and frowns. "Tweed's a little... old," she says after a moment. She could see it going with the kilt, but it's not really what she had in mind. "Try it on if you want, but," she roots through the rack, pulling out a solid black argyll jacket. "Try this, too."

He looks back and forth between the two, considering. The tweed might be bit 'old', come to think of it. But he takes it off the rack anyway, not wanting to give up on the idea of it without at least seeing how it looks first.

The argyll jacket does seem much nicer, and he's beginning to think it'd be the better of the two options. Again, however, he won't know until he's wearing it, so he holds out his hand for that before moving off to a small changing area with a mirror next to it.

Shrugging out of his sheepskin vest, he sets it aside so he can try on the tweed jacket. It's all right, he supposes, but something about it doesn't set well with him, and he's not entirely sure what that is. With a small shake of his head, he takes it off, then puts on the argyll jacket. He likes this much better, although it's a little plain looking, with the dark buttons on the cuffs.

"This one's not so bad, but...it needs something, don't ye think? Maybe there's one with some sort of decoration on it."

Rachel watches Jamie as he tries the jackets on, frowning to herself as he tries on the tweed. Fortunately, however, he's pretty quick to take it off-- so any scathing remarks about it that she might have had were held back. And based on his own expressions, he wasn't happy with it anyway.

She does smile a little when he tries on the other, offering a "much better" with a nod. She could tease him a bit more, but she hums instead, as he gives his own thoughts on it. "So we find something bolder," she says, turning back to the rack without waiting for more of his opinion. "It should still be understated. A bit more unique, but not... flashy." She flips through the options, trying to find something better. After a moment, she pulls out a similar one-- but a slightly different cut, more contemporary, and with some silver decoration, largely in the buttons. "How about this?"

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The new one brings about a much more positive reaction from Jamie, as he immediately reaches for it with a pleased sounding, "Yes, like that!"

The one he's wearing is quickly removed and replaced by the one Rachel's found, and he looks down at himself, giving the jacket a slight tug as he tests the fit. It's a good one, he thinks, and those silver decorations make it stand out without being too flashy.

After stretching out his arm so he can get a good look at the sleeve, he lifts his head back up and nods. "Aye, this'll do. Unless you've got objections as to how it looks on me now."

(( OOC: That is perfect, actually! ))

Rachel watches his enthusiasm with a small, amused smile on her face. She nods to herself as he tries it on, but keeps quiet up until he asks her about her opinion.

"Not bad at all," she says, flashing another smile as she straightens up from where she was partially leaning. "Looks like we have a winner."

Jamie has to agree with that as well, having decided he likes the way that it looks on him. "Aye. Now let's see what kind of a bargain I can get."

Moving off to the seller, he starts to haggle - and apparently, he's picked up a thing or two in his day. While he's not able to get it down to five credits - which is only to be expected, given that it's a jacket - he is able to get a reasonable price for it. It helps that he doesn't want the trousers that go along with the outfit.

When he comes back, he's clearly pleased with himself, and in a good enough mood he's willing to follow Rachel around to wherever else she cares to drag him for a bit. And if he winds up carrying her bags, so be it.

Rachel nods approvingly at Jamie as he decides to get it and to haggle down the price. He doesn't do too bad a job either, which she can appreciate. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

With a smile and a hum, she turned on her feet to lead him out of the store. There were still plenty of more shops to hit, after all, and therefore work to be done.

And he was definitely going to carry her bags.

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