Log Intro:

True to his intent, Tamber al-Acorrin takes his young friend Kevlan Sharr
back to the tailors' division at the Heptite Guild - having already made some
other arrangements on the side, regarding Kevlan's trip to Hesperia, and
who will be going with him.....

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Outside Tailor, Tamber taps the visual display requesting admittance..

From Tailor Shop, Joran calls out "Do come in.".

Tamber steps into the tailor shop.
Tamber has left.

You enter the tailor shop.
Tailor Shop
This is a largish room, but it is so cluttered and filled that it feels rather 
  small. The room is painted white in the places you can see the walls. 
  However, most of the wall space is taken by shelving and cubicles containing 
  thread, needles, scissors, bolts of cloth, and other odds and ends. The back 
  wall has several racks with completed outfits, either ready to be delivered 
  or picked out and bought. In the middle of this wall is a small door. In the 
  middle of the room is a big table, its top covered by a grid, where there is 
  sure to be some sort of clothing being worked upon at any time. The right 
  wall has several machines against it. One is a glorified sewing machine, 
  capable of being either manually or computer operated. Another machine is a 
  computer controlled laser pattern cutter to cut out perfect patterns of 
  fabric entered into the computer. On the left wall is a privacy partition to 
  change behind and a large mirror. In the nearer corner on that side is a 
  small table with a data unit where orders may be entered.
Contents:
Tamber(#1213Pce)
Joran
Sign
Data Screen
Obvious exits:
Out  Small Door  

Kevlan shuffles in nervously after Tamber, but seems rather less uneasy than he 
  did the previous day.

Tamber glances over with years of long habit to see if Tailor Joran's attention 
  is in their direction as he smilingly guides his young companion into the 
  room.

Joran eyes the two of you as you enter. He smiles, standing and walking around 
  the table towards you. "Welcome again, gentlemen."

Kevlan smiles shyly, and ventures an earnest, "'lo, sir... "

Tamber inclines his head with mannered smoothness. "I trust we are not too 
  early, good tailor?"

Kevlan mutters plaintively to Tamber, "You sure Ah'm gonna hafta git a 
  haircut?" before the Sorter nudges his attention back to the matter at hand.

Joran chuckles, "Well, you two must think me capable of miracles, in the least. 
  Just barely got up after heading to bed late last night, just after you two 
  left. My oil burns late, but not all night long." He smiles.

Tamber's green eyes twinkle. "For the credits I hope I will be able to talk my 
  young friend into spending, I should hope we can purchase a miracle or two!" 
  He gives Joran a mock long-suffering expression. "The boy's wardrobe is in 
  dire straits, let me assure you."

Kevlan smiles halfheartedly, blushes, and doesn't quite look at either of you.

Joran smiles, "Nothing replaces good, honest hard work. Other things may 
  approach it, but never replace it. However, I do have other wares for sale. 
  Never hurts to have several things to wear, no?"

Kevlan blinks, as if the idea of buying more than one set of clothing hadn't 
  occurred to him. Tamber, however, nods with confident assurance. "Indeed. A 
  poor picture our Singer would present if he had only one pleasing set of 
  clothing to his name!"

Joran chuckles, "And to have to go in his skivvies while they were laundried... 
  Though I'm sure the lady folk wouldn't complain too much..." He flashes a 
  grin towards Kevlan. "So, what else might you have a desire?"

Kevlan turns scarlet at the mention of ladies, and for a moment, looks very 
  distraught.

Tamber eyes Kevlan solemnly, and with surprising deftness, smoothly follows 
  Joran's change of subject. "What might you have available in general travel 
  wear? Something of elegant but comfortable design I believe would do for our 
  purposes."

Kevlan blinkblinks morosely, and then snaps his attention back to the here and 
  now.

Joran shakes his head, smiling a little less broadly. "Ahhh, elegant and 
  comfortable would cover a lot. But I suspect something a bit less formal is 
  what you have in mind for your friend. A lot can be done with a fine, perhaps 
  silken, shirt and trousers."
Joran smiles, "Some intricate patterning... with a fancy cut to the shirt."

Kevlan scrubs a hand across his eyes, and tries to look alert as Tamber nods 
  serenely to Joran's suggestions. "Not nearly so intricately hued as the 
  formal wear, but nevertheless, flattering and casual."
Kevlan asks hopefully, "Um, blue?"

Joran laughs softly, "Blue? Yes, we can do blue again. And I think the 
  patterning should be somewhat organic looking for you, no angular shapes." He 
  nods, eyeing Kevlan intently as he imagines him in the outfit his mind is 
  generating.

Kevlan shifts a little, nervous under the scrutiny, but trying very hard to 
  look at ease.

Tamber smiles to Joran, and puts in, "I have found that earth shades seem to 
  fit Kevlan... greens, and tans."

Kevlan ohs! "Uh-huh... " He tells Joran, "Ah-Ah-Ah got me a couple light brown 
  shirts, sir."

Joran blinks, catching movement to one side. He turns his focus away from 
  Kevlan, catching the phrase after Tamber repeats it at his request. "Tans and 
  greens... Hmmm.. Perhaps a blue shirt with a tan or green patterning... Quite 
  possible, yes."

Kevlan looks between the two men, mostly helpless in such debate, being one who 
  generally classifies clothing as something to wear to keep from being cold.

Tamber laughs softly, and asks Joran, "Might you have a selection through which 
  we could browse?"

Joran smiles, "Nothing matching that exact description. But you are more than 
  welcome to look through my racks and the electronic catalog." He sweeps his 
  hands across at the racks and then points at the data screen.

Kevlan nods and says ruefully to Tamber, "Maybe you better he'p me, Tam... "

Tamber beams. "By all means, Galahad, by all means. Let us browse. Good tailor, 
  I trust we will not disturb your work by our search?"

Joran chuckles, "As long as you don't shine a light in my eyes, I should be 
  rather content."
Joran smiles and moves back behind the table. "And it will give me some time to 
  sketch out the order from last night, giving you two an idea of what it will 
  be like."

Kevlan and Tamber nod thankfully, and the Sorter briskly guides his young 
  friend to the data display.

Sign
This shop is now open. The database for predefined clothing is very sparse, 
  currently, but do feel free to special order anything your mind can come up 
  with. Prices depend on complexity, time involved in creating the item, and 
  the materials used. I.e., rather generic jump suits are in the range of 10-20 
  credits, whereas an elaborate wedding gown or tuxedo may go for several 
  hundreds of credits. Also, the proprietor does engage in bartering for those 
  who may be strapped for cash. Delivery of ordered items should not take more 
  than one RL week, unless this tailor shop become inordinately popular. 
  However, note that RL may interfere with the tailor's time, so do not be too 
  surprised if it takes longer. Enjoy!

PS,  do use the Data Screen. But please try to remember to 'touch main' when 
  you are done. At least til it has been programmed to time out and 
  automatically return to the main menu.

Data Screen
A large, touch screen data unit. The unit is only about an inch thick and is 
  attached to the wall right above the table, well within easy reach of anyone 
  sitting at the table or standing nearby.

Instructions for placing an order appear on screen.

order <outfit #>    : Order one of the listed outfits
order <description> : Order something custom
orders              : Get a list of your orders
view <order #>      : View an order
cancel <order #>    : Cancel an order

        MAIN: Return to main menu

Just 'touch <button>' to select an entry.

Kevlan frowns vaguely at the terminal, evidently baffled by the instructions, 
  and Tamber murmurs sagely, "Now, my boy, it cannot be all that difficult, let 
  me see... "

You touch the MAIN button and the screen immediately refreshes, showing:

The screen shows a 3-D color representation of the Heptite Guild's 
  Dodecahedron. Atop this, there is a menu, displaying the following:

        MEN:     Men's Clothing
        WOMEN:   Women's Clothing
        ORDER:   Special order
        GENERAL: General information about the tailors

Kevlan ahs, and grins wonderingly as the display beeps approvingly at him. 
  Tamber pats his shoulder and the two begin to skim through the information.

[Kevlan skims through various entries; OOC, the computer is lacking outfit
  data, so Kevlan's player took the liberty of making things up. Talk to
  Joran if you want to help him stock his computer!]

Tamber looks intently over Kevlan's shoulder, and instructs him briskly, 
  "Outfits first, my boy... skim those."

Kevlan nods earnestly, tap tap taping away.

Tamber considers thoughtfully. "A special order, perhaps, but that WOULD take 
  some time, a commodity which you do not currently possess, my friend... "

Kevlan asks earnestly, "That'n, Tam?" The Sorter wrinkles his nose disdainfully 
  and peremptorily orders Kevlan onward.

Joran smiles, pressing a couple buttons on his terminal, then stretches back 
  and groans a little. "Alright, a rough design is now entered. You may 'touch 
  k1' on the data screen to show it."

Kevlan ohs, and embarrassedly taps over to the next screen, at which the Sorter 
  abruptly cries, "Halt! Let me see that one, Galahad.... " Obediently, Kevlan 
  leans out of the way as Tamber peers intently at the specifications on the 
  green silken shirt.

Tamber then ahs, brightly, as Joran intervenes.

Kevlan blinks, distractedly, but smiles, then.

Joran chuckles softly, and stands, crossing over to the two of you. "Don't let 
  me interrupt if you've found something interesting."

Tamber leans over to tap a save order into the terminal, and directs Kevlan, 
  "We shall return to that one; let us see what Joran has prepared for us."

Kevlan smiles shyly to the tailor and states, "Ah ain't in a hurry yet, sir...!"

You touch the K1 button and the screen immediately refreshes, showing:

The screen shows a tall, rangy male maniken that looks suspiciously familiar 
  for some reason. The maniken slowly turns on screen, showing off what it is 
  wearing. A jet, black jacket fits flattering over his shoulders, emphasizing 
  them, making them look broader and squarer. This inky black cloth combines an 
  ancient and well proven style with a couple exciting, new style, giving the 
  wearer a flashy, yet dignified look. A rich, blue shirt covers his chest, 
  where the jacket parts. The shirt has almost invisible patterns in vaguely 
  lighter and darker blues, giving it an active, textured look up close. The 
  front buttons up to a slight V, where it flares out, collarless, melding into 
  the neckline, along with the jacket, enhancing the sense of comfort and 
  freedom. The bottom edge of this interesting shirt tucks into a loose fiting, 
  slightly pleated pair of jet black slacks. They fall gracefully down his 
  legs, giving vague ideas of his leg's contours. His legs end in a pair of 
  flattering black boots, which, upong closer inspection, are not really black, 
  but rather a myriad and tiny, dark color designs that fool one's eyes into 
  seeing black from afar.

Joran makes sure he is facing the two of you, his back sort of to the data 
  screen as he stands next to it.

Kevlan blinks, staring at the image and looking rather thunderstruck.

Tamber purrs, "Gods of my fathers... I can see him in that...!"

Joran nods as you type it up. "OK, I have in mind a collarless thing, but we 
  can add one. It will make it a bit flashier, but a tad more... tight around 
  the neck.
Joran smiles, "I played with tighter, more snug fitting trousers, but decided 
  they were a little too sexy for the public functions that you will be 
  attending."

Kevlan blushes modestly, making Tamber chuckle. The Sorter observes, "A collar 
  for the jacket, perhaps, although I have never seen Kevlan in a collarless 
  shirt... "
Kevlan tugs at the upturned collar on his worksuit. "Ah like 'em," he declares 
  straightforwardly.

Joran nods, "I thought it appropriate... symbolic... throwing away accepted 
  style used across the galaxy. But we can put one on if Sir Kevlan wishes."

Kevlan awwws, "You ain't gotta call -"

Joran smiles, "Also, I've included a view of how it will look to the normals 
  out there in the rest of the galaxy. Just 'touch k2' to see.

Tamber tuts. "You will be 'sirred' every other breath on your trip, Kevlan; 
  grow accustomed to it!"

Kevlan mutters sheepishly, "Ain't nobody gotta git fretful jes' ovah me... " 
  but he follows Joran's suggestion.

You touch the K2 button and the screen immediately refreshes, showing:

The screen shows a tall, rangy male maniken that looks suspiciously familiar 
  for some reason. The maniken slowly turns on screen, showing off what it is 
  wearing. A jet, black jacket fits flattering over his shoulders, emphasizing 
  them, making them look broader and squarer. This inky black cloth combines an 
  ancient and well proven style with a couple exciting, new style, giving the 
  wearer a flashy, yet dignified look. A dark gray appearing shirt covers his 
  chest, where the jacket parts. The shirt is actually jet black, but has an 
  undefinable, almost liquid quality to it, as if flashes of light travel 
  across its surface. However, staring at the material just shows black, but 
  whatever it is, this effect makes it appear a bit lighter in color. The front 
  buttons up to a slight V, where it flares out, collarless, melding into the 
  neckline, along with the jacket, enhancing the sense of comfort and freedom. 
  The bottom edge of this interesting shirt tucks into a loose fiting, slightly 
  pleated pair of jet black slacks. They fall gracefully down his legs, giving 
  vague ideas of his leg's contours. His legs end in a pair of flattering dark 
  gray boots. These boots exactly match the shirt in effect and color. They are 
  black, but seem to have a shimmering effect at the edge of your perception.

Joran nods, "As soon as people find out who you are, you will be as a god to 
  them... It may be a bit uncomfortable, but little can be done once your 
  identity is known."

Kevlan blinks at Joran, and looks quite uncomfortable at _that_ idea. "Ah ain't 
  no god!" he cries, aghast.

Joran chuckles and just shrugs, turning to the new image. "Now, it will be 
  easier on such short notice to make the jacket and trousers out of pretty 
  normal cloth and just work on the shirt and boots for the special effects."

Tamber pats Kevlan's shoulder, and replies gently, "Some of the best men in the 
  galaxy have been thought to come close, my lad, and at any rate I daresay 
  believing oneself qualified to be a deity has rarely been part of the job 
  description."

Kevlan blinkblinks, still visibly rattled by the notion of anyone treating him 
  as a deity, and stammers to Joran, "Ah-Ah-Ah do like it, sir... whatever you 
  c-c'n do in a short time'll be jes' fine... "

Tamber smiles at Kevlan with genuine affection, and ruffles his hair in an 
  older-brotherly manner.

Joran smiles and nods, "And I suppose price won't be much of an problem, though 
  it won't be nearly as expensive as it would be if I had a month to work it 
  out. THough one thing... Did we decide to have a collar or no?"

Kevlan's dark eyebrows knit together, as Tamber encourages him to study the 
  proposed image again.
Kevlan admits at last, "Ah-Ah-Ah'd feel funny if Ah didn't have no collar! Mah 
  neck'd git cold."

Tamber smirks, but his eyes are alight, and he tells Joran regally, "Thus 
  speaks the Singer. Can we alter the design?"

Joran chuckles, "Alright, then, a collar it is. Yes, the design can be altered. 
  The trousers and jacket I already have. THe boots will be simple enough to 
  acquire. I have plenty of time to make this shirt from scratch and the few 
  alterations necessary to the others in one day."

Kevlan nodnods hopefully, his demeanor starting to suggest an anxious child 
  awaiting holiday gifts. "Y-y-you want we should come back? Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah gotta 
  go offworld any time now...!"

Tamber nods, briefly and thoughtfully muttering, "I as well, if I can arrange 
  it."

Joran chuckles, "It won't take but a couple hours, singer. As it is, you may 
  watch me work if you'd like. Won't make much difference as long as you don't 
  get in my way."

Tamber smiles warmly. "We shall return to that green ensemble, I believe, then, 
  good tailor."

Kevlan promises earnestly, "Ah'll be real quiet, sir."

Joran smiles and nods. He returns to his data entry unit and starts working on 
  the design some more.
Joran nods, finishing the slight redesign. He gets up and finds a bolt of rich, 
  blue cloth and carries it across to the pattern cutter. He lays it out across 
  the pattern cutter's table, securing it, then starts feeding the design into 
  its minicomputer.

Kevlan taps the terminal back to that outfit Tamber wanted to see before: a 
  simply designed but attractively baggy dark green shirt, dark grey pants, 
  light grey boots.

Tamber announces contentedly, "That would suit you, I am sure... " The Sorter 
  chuckles. "And I am partial to green, of course."

Kevlan grins shyly at his friend, and allows, "It's purty, like leaves."

Joran finishes downloading the data, then presses an execute button after 
  rechecking the material. The machine slowly powers up, a pump picking up 
  speed. A moment later, there is a high pitch, zipping sound, then the machine 
  stops, powering down again.
Joran smiles and unclamps the cloth, peeling several cut patterns from the 
  machine and carrying them over to the sewing apparatus, where he carefully 
  lays them back down.

Tamber instructs Kevlan wisely, "Don't look, my friend, it will be more of a 
  pleasant surprise that way." He, however, does occasionally mark Joran's 
  progress, and the glitter in his green eyes signals his approval.

Kevlan frets, one foot twitching nervously as he fights down the urge to look 
  round at the tailor's work.

Tamber smiles benignly and engages Kevlan in an in-depth discussion of the 
  listed casual wear.

Joran carefully starts sewing the pieces together with appropriate thread, 
  working almost single mindedly, ignoring the rest of the world around him.
The shirt starts taking shape as he sews. He finishes up by sewing by hand the 
  things the machine can't do. A few snips and the shirt is basically done.
Joran grabs a set of trousers and jacket from the racks and quickly adjusts 
  them from the perfect measurements of Kevlan's body.
Joran finally disappears into the back room, reappearing with a set of boots. 
  He lays them out on the table. "There you go. You may wish to try them on."

Tamber's eyes light up as he glances over the top of Kevlan's head at the 
  tailor's ongoing work. "That one," he murmurs approvingly to the Singer, 
  indicating the rich deep teal shirt of a tunic-like design.

Kevlan grins thoughtfully. "A man could git hitched in that... wha...?"
Kevlan looks up and blinkblinks, startled.

Tamber beams at Joran. "So soon?" he enthuses.

Joran chuckles, "It is done, when it is done. I do suggest that Singer Sharr 
  try it on and see how it fits in case something is wrong." He points towards 
  the privacy partition.
Joran gave you Kevlan's Order.

Kevlan ohs... and smiles in astonished shy pleasure as he tentatively picks up 
  the garments. "Um.... yes sir... " He scurries back behind the partition.

Joran chuckles softly and sits down, stretching his fingers, rubbing them 
  gently.

[Lots and lots of Kevlan's attempts to play with Joran's new multidescer
  code deleted, but Kevlan's typist recommends folks check this code out. It's
  keen!]

Kevlan after a few long minutes shyly emerges from behind the partition, 
  twitching uncertainly as he tries to settle the jacket into place. "Um... did 
  Ah git it all on okay...?"

Kevlan(#1982POace)
From the tanned and lean look of him, and the way his actions seem to speak of 
  preternaturally acute senses, this tall and rangy young man can't be anything 
  but a Crystal Singer... and with his lazy, liquid drawl and half-shy, 
  half-forthright manner, he can't be any Singer but Kevlan 'Galahad' Sharr. 
  Kevlan's light brown hair is cut pragmatically short in the back but long in 
  the front, with random strands often getting in his smoky blue, dark-lashed 
  eyes. He frequently fidgets restlessly, drumming his fingers on any available 
  surface, or tapping his feet.

A jet, black jacket fits flattering over his shoulders, emphasizing and making 
  them look broader and somewhat squarer. This inky black cloth combines an 
  ancient and well proven style with a couple of exciting, new styles, giving 
  the wearer a flashy, yet dignified look. A dark gray appearing shirt covers 
  Kevlan's chest, where the jacket parts. The shirt is actually jet black, but 
  has an undefinable, almost liquid quality to it, as if flashes of light 
  travel across its surface. However, staring closely at the material just 
  shows pure black. Whatever it is, this effect makes it appear a bit lighter 
  in color than its true black color. The front buttons up to a slight V, 
  where it flares out, to his neckline, where its upturned collar encircles 
  his neck, framing it as if his head was an important piece 
  of art. The bottom edge of this interesting shirt tucks into a loose fitting, 
  slightly pleated pair of jet black slacks. They fall gracefully down Kevlan's 
  legs, giving vague ideas of his leg's contours. His legs end in a pair of 
  flattering dark gray boots. These boots exactly match the shirt in effect and 
  color. They are black, but seem to have a shimmering effect at the edge of 
  one's perception.

Tamber looks up. And stares.

Joran chuckles softly, "Yes, quite, I'd say."

Tamber's perfectly matched eyebrows climb nearly to his red hairline, and he 
  breathes in approval, "Galahad, my boy, I have always been a faithful 
  believer in the divinity of those shoulders, but with that outfit, I could 
  found a cult."

Joran is facing the same direction as Tamber so does not react at all to his 
  last statement, his eyes watching Kevlan.

Kevlan, not surprisingly, is blushing as he mumbles, "Aww, Tam... " He grins 
  half-heartedly... this time taking mentions of deific status only as part and 
  parcel of the Sorter's usual teasings. Tamber virtually radiates approval, 
  gesturing firmly for Kevlan to stand still as he strides around the young 
  man, to view him from all sides.
Kevlan ventures a shy grin at the tailor, and declares very earnestly, "It 
  don't itch none, sir!"

Joran just sits back, watching, letting the two men check it out for any 
  problems.
Joran smiles, "It shouldn't. But if it does, do tell me and we'll see what's 
  causing it."

Himiko steps in from the corridor.
Himiko has arrived.
Himiko looks at you for a moment.

Kevlan shuffles nervously, and turns a deeper shade of scarlet as another 
  Singer enters the room.

Tamber smiles warmly at the new arrival, and beams at her.

Himiko smiles, "nice."

Joran smiles, nodding towards Himiko. "Welcome madam."

Himiko looks around slightly overwhelmed herself.

Kevlan blushes to Himiko, and mumbles shyly, "Thankee... "

Tamber finally steps back and pronounces, "We purchase this."

Joran chuckles. "Alright, let me figure out the cost."

Kevlan shifts nervously from well-booted foot to well-booted foot, looking 
  awkwardly down at himself. Tamber laughs, and entreats him, "Stand up 
  straight, Galahad! Do Joran's work the honor of good posture, at the very 
  least!"

Kevlan manages a wan - but very earnest - grin, and straightens properly.

Himiko leans against the clear space watching.
Himiko says "That's better."

Joran returns behind his data unit and enters a few values. "OK, cost of cloth 
  and thread... labor... bonus for a rush job to settle the other orders that 
  were put back... and we come up with... 350 credits for that bit." He smiles, 
  looking back up at Kevlan and Tamber.

Tamber beams at his young friend, and declares firmly, "This, as well as any 
  other casual outfits we can throw together for him. May we continue to 
  browse, good Joran, as you aid this young lady?"

Kevlan stammers, "Ah-Ah-Ah better git on mah other clothes... Ah'm scared if Ah 
  move Ah'm gonna wrinkle 'em...!"

Himiko stifles a small giggle, "Now HOW could you wrinkle that?"

Kevlan tries very hard not to blush, as pink doesn't fit in with the blue and 
  black theme of his garb, but he's not particularly successful. He gives a 
  short husky laugh back to Himiko, however.

Himiko looks at you for a moment.

Joran chuckles softly, "And if you rip that, I'll have your hide. I'll do 
  refittings free, but repairing will cost... if it can be repaired."

Himiko says "You look good,, no need to be ashamed of it."

Joran nods, "And do search for more. I certainly won't stop you."

Kevlan nodnods hastily to Joran as Tamber winks at Himiko, informing her 
  drolly, "Good? Why, my dear, I have just founded the First Galactic Church of 
  Galahad's Divine Shoulders on the strength of that jacket alone...!"

Kevlan turns darker scarlet, and ducks embarrassedly behind the privacy 
  partition.

Joran chuckles, taking a pause in the conversation to ask of Himiko, "Is there 
  anything I can help you with, madam?"

Himiko laughs a tinkering laugh like soft windchimes.
Himiko says "I was ust looking around to see, if i could get something nice for 
  occasional wear."

Tamber, grinning catlike from ear to ear, calls up a few more screens on the 
  nearest terminal, murmuring happily, "Now where was that lovely dark teal... 
  ?"

Joran smiles and nods, "Do look around. We've a few things on the racks.. 
  though more is in the catalog." He points towards the data screen. "And if 
  you don't see something you like, do ask. We can usually make something to 
  please."

Himiko nods

Joran smiles and takes a seat, typing a few things in his data pad.

Kevlan(#1982POace)
From the tanned and lean look of him, and the way his actions seem to speak of 
  preternaturally acute senses, this tall and rangy young man can't be anything 
  but a Crystal Singer... and with his lazy, liquid drawl and half-shy, 
  half-forthright manner, he can't be any Singer but Kevlan 'Galahad' Sharr. 
  Kevlan's light brown hair is cut pragmatically short in the back but long in 
  the front, with random strands often getting in his smoky blue, dark-lashed 
  eyes. He frequently fidgets restlessly, drumming his fingers on any available 
  surface, or tapping his feet.

 He is clad in a short, heavy blue-grey jacket with brown trim, over a paler 
  blue worksuit, and knee-high grey-brown boots. On his hands, he's wearing a 
  pair of thin thermal gloves, of a dark blue leather. 

Kevlan re-emerges from behind the partition, looking much more ordinary in his 
  work clothes, now. Tamber breathes in a mournful sigh, but then chuckles, and 
  smiles to his young friend.

Joran is focused on his data pad, vaguely aware of people moving around his 
  shop.

Tamber waves Kevlan back over to the terminal; the Singer has draped the black 
  and blue garments over one arm, and holds that arm gingerly out in front of 
  him as if afraid that even breathing on the fabric might make it shrivel up.
Tamber chuckles, and politely taps Joran to get his attention. "Good sir, might 
  we package this order, please, whilst we browse?"

Himiko ponders the evening dress

Joran blinks and looks up in time to catch Tamber's statement. "Certainly, 
  sir." He stands and reaches across, carefully taking the things from Kevlan's 
  arms.

Kevlan smiles tentatively and seems relieved to turn over the apparel. "Mighty 
  purty outfit," he murmurs.

Joran smiles, "Befitting for a mighty purty man, don't you think?" He grins and 
  turns, slipping into the back room.

Tamber nods in satisfaction and redirects Kevlan's attention to the nearby 
  terminal. "Now then, casual garb... " He laughs, richly, as Kevlan turns 
  scarlet again, and embarrassedly ducks his gaze to the floor.

Himiko giggles

Joran returns from the back room several minutes later with a garment bag. He 
  hangs it on the end of the rack. "ALright, I'll leave it here for now."

Kevlan mumbles something about wanting something that he can just knock around 
  in, while Tamber winks to the tailor. The Sorter coaxes color preferences out 
  of Kevlan deftly, and almost more quickly than Joran had himself - but then, 
  it's not surprising that a Sorter has a splendid eye for color.

Troller steps in from the corridor.
Troller has arrived.
Troller wanders in, "Hello everyone."

Himiko says "hello Troller"

Tamber leans patiently against the partition near the wall, and cheerfully 
  passes Kevlan the requested boots. Kevlan himself is invisible, shielded by 
  the screen as he changes clothes, but the Sorter smiles engagingly at Troller.

Joran smiles, "Welcome sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Troller nods his head, "Yep. I placed an order for an outfit a couple of days 
  ago. I was wondering if it's ready yet."

Himiko ponders "are there any other colors for the dress?"

Troller sighs, looking slightly embarrassed, "It looks like I've caught you at 
  a bad time..."

Himiko looks at you for a moment.

Joran smiles, "They're mostly looking right now, good sir. Now, what was your 
  name?"

Troller grins, and offers a hand, "I am Troller. Just a lowly cuttertech."

Joran eyes Troller oddly, but takes his hand in a shake. "Ahhh, but I am Joran, 
  just a lowly tailor." He chuckles softly.

Tamber puts in smoothly, "And I only a lowly Sorter, occupying space in this 
  good tailor's shop. Do not let me stand in your way, Troller."

Troller winks at you amiably, "Guess we lowlies'll have to go off and hover in 
  the gutter sometime together, then. Mind if I drop by sometime and take you 
  out for a drink?"

Kevlan peeks around the partition and smiles hesitantly in Troller's direction.

Kevlan(#1982POace)
From the tanned and lean look of him, and the way his actions seem to speak of 
  preternaturally acute senses, this tall and rangy young man can't be anything 
  but a Crystal Singer... and with his lazy, liquid drawl and half-shy, 
  half-forthright manner, he can't be any Singer but Kevlan 'Galahad' Sharr. 
  Kevlan's light brown hair is cut pragmatically short in the back but long in 
  the front, with random strands often getting in his smoky blue, dark-lashed 
  eyes. He frequently fidgets restlessly, drumming his fingers on any available 
  surface, or tapping his feet.

 He is casually garbed, in a loose-fitting collared shirt, breeches that lace 
  up the sides of his legs, and calf-high boots... clearly comfortable apparel, 
  what one might wear for leisure or travel. Whoever designed these clothes was 
  one of skilled hands, and a good eye for color selected the subtle leaf-green 
  of the shirt, the cloud-grey of the breeches, and the delicate lighter grey 
  of the boots. 

Joran moves back to his data unit and taps up a few commands. "Ahh, yes... a 
  black or dark casual suit. Sorry, but it is not ready yet. A rush job has 
  delayed its preparation I'm afraid. It should be ready by tomorrow, however."

Kevlan then steps around the screen, and says to Tamber earnestly, "Ah like 
  these 'uns... "

Troller blinks as he didn't notice Tamber before. He grins, "Oh, hello there. I 
  don't believe I've met you get, Mr. Sorter."
Troller grins, extending his hand, "My name's Troller."

Joran was looking down at his data pad when Troller offered the drink, and acts 
  for all intents and purposes as if he didn't hear it.

Tamber inclines his head smoothly. "Tamber al-Acorrin, at your service," he 
  replies to Troller benignly, accepting the offered hand and shaking it. He 
  then turns to Kevlan, and regards him critically.
Tamber then winks at the young Singer, and says, "A palette more suited to your 
  temperament, I daresay, my friend. But it does suit you."

Troller raises an eyebrow in Kevlan's direction, "So, Mr. Kevlan, what are you 
  getting all dressed up for?"

Joran turns back towards Himiko, seeing Troller engaged in conversation with 
  the two men. "Are you finding everything all right, madam?"

Himiko says "just wondering if there's another color aside from black"

Kevlan answers Troller earnestly, "Ah-Ah-Ah gotta go offplanet... " He doesn't 
  elaborate, but Tamber fills in serenely, "He will, however, be requiring 
  appropriate clothing."

Joran smiles and nods, "Yes, we can make things in most any color." He looks at 
  the screen. "For this particular item, a different color won't even cost 
  extra." He turns his head back to look at Himiko. "What did you have in mind?"

Himiko says "I'm not sure."
Himiko says "What color WOULD look good on me?"

Himiko
Standing at about 5'2" she is slender with porcelain white skin. Her face is 
  thin, with prominent cheekbones and eyes of asiatic cast. Her luxuriant black 
  hair is braided in a manner that almost seems too severe for her. Himi wears 
  a jumpsuit dyed a rich blue with rich purple trim lining the seams. Her boots 
  are the same color as her jumpsuit.
If you happen to be near Himiko, the hair on your arm stands on end.
Himiko has her right eye in a large gauze bandage that extends about her entire 
  head.. and her right cheek is also bandaged lightly in clean gauze.
She notices your glance and looks back at you thoughtfully with her hazel eyes.

Tamber glances over at the young lady, and puts in promptly, "A rich wine hue, 
  my dear, or burgundy; alternately, I might suggest a green and gold ensemble, 
  to flatter your eyes."

Joran smiles, looking you over, "Yes, I can see your difficulty with dark 
  colors. WOuld take a well balanced outfit of dark colors to go against your 
  complexion. Hmmmm... I would say something in yellows and browns. That would 
  go with your eyes... perhaps with a black belt to go with your hair."

Troller nods his head at Kevlan, his eyebrow twitching up slightly at Tamber's 
  interruption as he shrugs his shoulders, "Hope you have a good trip."
Troller wanders over to where Himiko is puzzling over outfits, "It would be 
  best to wear something that goes well with bandages."

Himiko laughs

Tamber turns back to Troller, as Kevlan nods gravely. The Sorter smiles. "The 
  quality of his trip will remain to be seen, but I will assure that he is 
  properly clad for it, to be certain!"

Himiko says "y'know...you're probably right Troller"
Himiko says "I seem to always get hurt."

Troller chuckles at Tamber's comments, "You know, the clothes do not make the 
  man. What some would call appropriate* clothing might look silly in contrast 
  to personality."

Joran smiles softly, "SOmething that conceals perhaps? Perhaps a full dress 
  with long sleaves... and even perhaps a high neckline."

Kevlan mutters to Tamber, "Ah like this stuff better'n' fancy peacock feathers 
  anyhow," causing the Sorter to answer back cheerfully, "Ah, you know not your 
  own potential, my young popinjay.... "

Troller nods at Joran's comment, "Yes. I think Himiko would look quite fetching 
  in a white turtleneck."

Himiko laughs

Troller grins, "Blouse, that is.. or a classic poet's shirt."

Tamber smiles to Troller and rejoins, "Certainly not; clothes are not meant to 
  craft the individual, but rather to enhance her, or him. Or portions 
  thereof." He mischievously pats one of Kevlan's shoulders; the Singer 
  blushes, but grins embarrassedly.

Himiko says "hopefully, I'll lose this pirate thing soon."

Tamber adds to Kevlan, after having found himself in contact with the green 
  shirt the lad has just tried on, "My boy, you _must_ wear that one out."

Troller nods to Tamber, "I don't think they're all that important to an 
  individual of Kevlan's stature. He's got enough presence that he'd look 
  alright in anything casual. However, sometimes using clothes as a foil to 
  personality is very effective. Performers do that often."

Kevlan ohs, and grins shyly, his earlier nervousness relaxing as it gives way 
  to a demeanor like a small child turned loose to buy anything he wants, 
  though the moment Troller comments about his stature he mutters gruffly, 
  "Aww, not you too...!"

Tamber chuckles drolly to Troller. "You came in too late, I fear, to see the 
  outfit that brought us down here tonight."

Joran hmmms, still considering Himiko... "Or we can go for the complementary 
  colors... lilac or mauve.... still with the black belt. THat would be quite 
  fetching in pastels."

Troller mutters not-too quietly under his breath to Kevlan, chuckling, "Maybe 
  if I confuse them, they'll let you go, and we can get us some beers."

Himiko laughs trying to keep Joran busy

Tamber tuts briskly. "Wardrobe first, then alcohol." He winks.

You say "Ah-Ah-Ah gotta git me 'nother shirt 'r' two, Ah been wearin' out all 
  mah clothes in the Ranges...."

Troller switches his attention sharply, wandering innocently over to Himiko, 
  "How about polka-dots. I like red with black polka-dots...."

Tamber points Kevlan back to the shirt stores, and instructs him, "Cream, my 
  lad, cream!"

Joran nods, smiling, "Yes, like a nice flower it would be. However, you would 
  do well in most any pastel colors. Or any outfit that has enough light colors 
  in them to dim out the dark colors of the rest of the outfit.

Troller pulls up a chair, basking in the chaos with the enthusiasm of a small 
  child, "I don't think that pastels really suit the occidental coloring. How 
  about something in a more neutral tone?"

Tamber, as Kevlan re-occupies himself (more comfortable with picking out casual 
  garb than formal, on his own), redirects his attention to the nearby 
  consultation with Himiko. He suggests to Joran, agreeing with Troller, 
  "Pastels might well wash the color right out of our young lady's features."

Himiko checks her skin which is still pretty pale.

Troller nods his head briskly, "Of course, if you mixed a brush of color with 
  more neutral tones, it might cause the highlights of her skin to stand out 
  more."

Joran eyes Troller, "You'd be suprised. FLower prints can be done quite 
  effectively in pastels. Her skin is so pale, dark colors will distract from 
  the lovely features of her face."

Himiko turns a light shade of pink

Kevlan looks sympathetically at Himiko, and mutters at her as he draws within 
  earshot, "They cluckin' like we was prize pigs, ain't they?"

Joran waves his hand across her hair. "Bad enough she has to deal with such 
  dark hair, as it is. Have to balance that out somewhere... but not near her 
  neckline.

Himiko laughs, "yeah."

Troller sighs, nodding to Joran, "Did you find out if my outfit is in yet?"

Tamber sputters with amusement, and shoves Kevlan lightly. "Cream, Galahad!" he 
  orders. "Or beige!"

Kevlan grins sheepishly, and riffles through an assortment of shirts.

Troller grins, "I like plaid on Galahad."

Joran blinks at Troller, "I checked it out. No, it was set behind a rush job 
  for this singer here." He smiles and indicates Kevlan. "But the suit should 
  be ready tomorrow."

Kevlan peers at Troller uncertainly, his brows knitting, and then awws 
  apologetically to him. "Ah-Ah-Ah didn't mean t' cut ahead...!"

Troller nods his head, standing up from the chair, placing a hand on Kevlan's 
  arm, grinning, "Don't worry about it. I'm not the one who is being rushed 
  about."

Joran chuckles softly, turning his attention once again to Himiko. "So, 
  anything mentioned take your fancy?"

Tamber interjects, suavely suppressing his opinion of - horrors - _plaid_, "Buy 
  him a Yarran, my friend. Or two. Your account won't suffer for it."

Kevlan grins a little, and nods, then ohs, as he is distracted by a couple of 
  promising shirts.

Troller grins, "Besides, I'm not the one who has to deal with the 
  fashion-nazis. I just wear plain black. It's simple and it goes with 
  anything. I don't really have to make an impression, anyways."

Himiko ponders it still
Himiko says "would red look decent?"

Tamber looks over at what Kevlan is doing, ahs, then gathers up a few items and 
  guides the lad behind the privacy screen again.

Himiko looks at you for a moment.

Troller wanders over to Himiko, pointing at a cream-colored blouse with a pert 
  collar. "I think that would look good if you have silver jewelery. If you 
  have gold, the red would look nicer, indeed."

Kevlan(#1982POace)
From the tanned and lean look of him, and the way his actions seem to speak of 
  preternaturally acute senses, this tall and rangy young man can't be anything 
  but a Crystal Singer... and with his lazy, liquid drawl and half-shy, 
  half-forthright manner, he can't be any Singer but Kevlan 'Galahad' Sharr. 
  Kevlan's light brown hair is cut pragmatically short in the back but long in 
  the front, with random strands often getting in his smoky blue, dark-lashed 
  eyes. He frequently fidgets restlessly, drumming his fingers on any available 
  surface, or tapping his feet.

 He is clad in a simply designed wraparound tunic, belted at the waist with 
  braided strands of fabric, all of a pale creamy brown, with dark earth-toned 
  breeches and calf-high suede boots the color of shade-dappled sand. 

Kevlan emerges at last, and is clad in the new items. But he is starting to 
  look wilted. He murmurs to Tamber, "C'n Ah go sleep soon?"

Himiko says "well, the evening dress in red looks promising."

Troller nods his head, "Vacationing somewhere fancy?"

Himiko says "Maybe"
Himiko looks at you for a moment.

Tamber grins, and ruffles his friend's hair. "I am proud of you, my boy, three 
  outfits and not a single one unflattering. Let's go get you some rest."

Troller bites his lip and looks a bit flustered, muttering softly to himself.

Himiko grins at Kevlan and Tamber

Kevlan grins lopsidedly, and ventures back over towards Joran. "Ah-Ah-Ah'm 
  ready t' pay up, sir."

Himiko says "You make it sound as if you're going to be hanged!"
Himiko grins

Joran nods, watching Kevlan approach. "Alright, then. What have you found."

Troller lightens up in view of Himiko's comment, "More like hung out to dry.."

Himiko chuckles very lightly

Kevlan's expression turns wan, and he allows to Himiko, "That's 'bout right, 
  they gotta be all fussin' an' ever'thin'.... oh, well, sir... " Tamber steps 
  up, and as Kevlan falters, the Sorter recites the inventory of items 
  selected: in addition to the formal garb, two simple casual outfits, 
  consisting of shirt, breeches, and boots.

Troller politely turns his back and wanders over to Himiko as Kevlan prepares 
  to pay, "Going to try on the red dress, Himiko?"

Joran nods, "OK, 350 for the formal outfit, as stated before, and we'll just 
  call it an even 100 credits for those other two outfits, for a total of 450 
  credits. And you have gotten a rather good deal if I may say so."

Himiko says "i'm not sure if I should while still looking like I've been 
  pounded in the face."

Kevlan shifts from foot to foot, squinting down at the new brown boots. He ohs, 
  and looks up to Joran, then. "Yessir," he agrees earnestly.

Troller grins, "We were classmates, I'm sure that I can picture what you look 
  like without the bandages very well."

Tamber smiles appreciately to the tailor. "For that blue and black wonder, good 
  sir, I shall owe you several Yarrans; do not hesitate to call me for them."

Kevlan nods gravely and leans over to tap the exchange into the credit outlet.

Himiko decides to wait until Kevlan's done

Joran chuckles softly at Tamber's statement. "If you keep bringing me customers 
  like this, I may have to go in business with you, good sir."

You transfer 450 credit(s) from your account to Joran.

Tamber beams. "I may well remember that! Come now, Kevlan, let's get you 
  rested... tomorrow, we'll be attending to that hair of yours... "

Kevlan gulps, and as the Sorter briskly gathers all his newly purchased 
  clothing, the two vanish in a flurry of fabric.

Joran smiles as the credits are transferred. "Many thanks, Singer Sharr. I do 
  hope you bedazzle whomever you are going to see. And do come back."

Himiko grins watching the two leave

Troller calls a goodbye to Kevlan as he leaves.

Tamber and Kevlan wave, or at least, the Sorter does; Kevlan's arms are full. 
  But they both nod, and are gone.