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[inomnetempus]

[Alice adjusts the Cambot so the image is no longer as crooked. She seems to be gathering her thoughts for a moment before giving the camera her sweetest smile.]

I'm trying to get in touch with the gentlemen who brought us here. Does anyone know how I can do that? I have few...concerns regarding the lack of fashionable clothing options available here. I mean, if we must be subjected to these, what are they called, "experiments" then I think that we should at least make a statement.

Toss a department store in here. Some people are in need of serious makeovers.

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[virtualunknown]

Often, if you ask, they'll respond. They do check in every now and then as well. That's probably your best bet.

No department stores, but there are a couple here who could probably make you something.

[inomnetempus]

Well, they certainly seem to be taking their sweet time about it. And this is an emergency.

And it's certainly not for me.

[virtualunknown]

Oh? Who is it for?

...and have you met Rarity?

[inomnetempus]

Everyone else on this boat.

Haven't had the pleasure.

[virtualunknown]

...I see.

You two would certainly get along.

[thewallman]

You do know that saying that means we're more likely to get a bunch of rags, right?

[inomnetempus]

Honestly, rags would be preferably compared to some outfits around here. At least someone could handwave rags and call it "hipster chic".

[wavesinherheart]

Ah, you could try talking to Rarity?

[inomnetempus]

Rarity?

[wavesinherheart]

Mmm. I'm almost surprised she hasn't answered yet.

[itsjustthemads]

[And here is one of the Mads!]

You're on a satellite in space! What, you think we have the time to build you an H&M or whatever's popular up there?!

I've got a statement you can make: Nnnnnnnnope!

[inomnetempus]

[...oh dear god, what is he wearing?]

Please, H&M is a horrible place with cheaply-made everything. I'm talking something a little bit more upscale.

[Alice puts her hands on her hips. Back down? Yeah right.] Mmhmm, this is coming from someone who surely knows how to make an impression. Honestly, you should let me come down there and do something about your...jacket.

[She supposes it's a jacket although she can't tell from the blinding color.]

[itsjustthemads]

[It's his SCIENCE COAT!]

I'm a scientist! You guys are the ones that are always putting on the fashion shows and whatnot!

Oh, I make the strongest of impressions! But if you honestly think the jacket needs-- [He stops, and wags a finger at her.] Ohhh, I see what you're doing there! It's not gonna work, missy! Nooo can do!

[inomnetempus]

[Alice is inspecting him like a hawk would inspect a rabbit.] And since when did being a scientist mean taking a backseat to being fashionable? Given the right color - and the right cut of course - you could make a dashing figure in your field.

[She makes a face at him.] Ugh, don't tell me you're one of those lost causes.

[itsjustthemads]

Who said I wasn't fashionable? Everyone knows that half of fashion is charisma...and the charisma part, I've got down! The rest is gonna change day to day anyway, so I'll just stick with what I do best: green lab coats and suaaaave!

Don't give me that face! You're trying to get yourself down here, and that's just not going to work today!

A DAY LATE AND A DOLLAR SHORT, WOO

[sailorgenerous]

Best of luck with that, dear. The Mads are not the most...agreeable people I've ever met. Though if you need something made, I'm certain I can help you out.

[inomnetempus]

I can tell.

[Alice sighs melodramatically - must people become vampires before they learn a decent taste? Although...okay, maybe this is one of those technicolor ponies she was confused about earlier but at least she seems to be somewhat knowledgeable about fashion.] It's not me I'm concerned about.

[sailorgenerous]

Ah. You've had the...pleasure of speaking with them, then.

[There is nothing about this that does not scream "design project." Of course, Rarity is all over that.] Who is it you're concerned about? Because I can assure you that Terra insists on keeping those pants. [Even if he has issues keeping them on sometimes.]

[inomnetempus]

Tch, that's one word for it.

[Pity the soul who is subjected to their combined abilities.] There are several people. [Okay, "everyone" is more like it, although the ponies are excluded for being...ponies.] I don't think I've met Terra.

[sailorgenerous]

[Pity the entire satellite, you mean.] Yes, but who in particular? I may have something designed for them already.

You'll know him when you see him. Believe me, you'll never forget those pants.

[inomnetempus]

[Why stop at the satellite? Alice is eyeing the Mads.] I didn't think you'd have much experience designing something for someone...non-equestrian.

That bad, hmm?

[sailorgenerous]

[Rarity would rather focus on people she actually likes first.] I didn't when I first arrived, but I have been here for some time now, and the principles of design are much the same - it's simply a different model is all.

They're certainly...unique.