A day at the mall - semi open!

[onlyvengeance]

WHO: Catelyn Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark
WHERE: Some Mall those still exist right
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Medieval time-refugees go shopping! If you'd like to encounter them, feel free to add a thread!
WARNINGS: None that I can imagine!

There were a great many differences in time and place than Catelyn was used to. One of the most amazing was the lack of….nothing, really. If one only knew where to look, one could have nearly anything almost instantaneously. To someone who had come of age in a time when one bad harvest literally meant decimation, if not worse, it was like something from a dream.

One of the many wonders nearly too good to be true had been the discovery of clothing “off the rack” - ready to wear and all that was necessary was to discover the size most likely to fit, and to buy them. Obviously, someone still had to make them, but it must be a much more simple process here. wool is not summerweight

She called up the stairs. “Girls, are you ready?”

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[turned_to_steel]

The idea of getting clothes off the rack had been surreal for Sansa when she first discovered the idea of shopping for clothes instead of making them. Now, she was teaching herself how to imitate a more modern style of dress in what she did create because she couldn't give up the habit of making clothes. Still, it was nice to just find something ready to wear instead of waiting for something to be done.

So she was intrigued by the idea of going shopping with her mother and her sister when Catelyn first suggested the idea. Grabbing the bag that modern people called a purse, she slipped out of her bedroom just as her mother called up the stairs.

"Coming!" She called back, glancing towards Arya's room as she started for the stairs.

[catchallthecats]

Arya hadn't really concerned herself too much with clothing. As odd as her life had become, she tended to simply grab whatever was useful at the time, and the House had clothing for every need, if one didn't think too hard on where it came from. She was still growing used to having clothing that was hers again, instead of what simply came into her hands through opportunity, especially clothing that didn't have to be made by a family member.

She wondered how her mother and sister felt about it. Not badly clearly, but it was definitely a difference.

Not that she cared much about specific styles still, though that should come as no surprise. She heard her mother calling, and her sister's closer reply as she shoved her wallet into the pocket of her jeans, slipping out of her own room just in time to see Sansa heading down the stairs and following after, as noiseless as she always seemed to be when she didn't put thought into making her steps create noise.

She might not give a toss about clothing, but she did like the idea of being able to spend some time with Sansa and Catelyn.

[onlyvengeance]

For a moment, Catelyn lets herself drink in the sight of the two of them. Strange as their clothing might now be to her eyes, and boy, did she have reservations about Arya's jeans...she was willing to overlook a lot simply because they were healthy and whole and safe here. Late at night at times she would watch the moonlight crawl across the floor, stare at the glowing letters on her arm, and wonder how much of an illusion this safety was. But that was a thought for another time, and she would put it aside in favor of spending time with her girls. "Are you...ready?" she asked, trying to remember to speak in a manner more befitting this time and place. Another oddity.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa had only braved the idea of wearing jeans at least once but she hadn't quite gotten there yet. Right now, she wore a long, flowing black skirt and a soft green top with short sleeves as it was too warm these days for long ones. It was still a change from the dresses that she had worn all her life but definitely more comfortable in the kind of heat they were experiencing and it allowed her to blend in better. It crossed her mind that she should eventually start wearing pants, though, especially as she learned to use her wings more.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she smiled warmly at her Mother before glancing over her shoulder to check if Arya had heard them. Finding her sister right there, close behind, was enough to make her jump as she took a quick step away and sucked in a breath to swallow any noise escaping her. She wasn't nearly as twitchy as she had been at one time but she still hated to be surprised.

"You startled me." She managed to make her voice steady as she bit down the urge to scold her and made herself smile instead. "Has anyone threatened to put a bell on you yet?"

[catchallthecats]

While Arya had relented in her crueler pranks on Sansa since this place had reunited the family, she still hadn't given up on teasing entirely. Which meant that the startled jump her presence earned had her grinning broadly with a small laugh.

She hadn't meant to sneak up on Sansa, but it was fun all the same. Though she did reach out to give her sister a brief half-hug by way of apology.

"You can try if you like, but it doesn't work." Her coworkers had tried all manner of combinations of bells on shoes, tied onto her shirt, or onto her hair whenever she wore it pulled back, but it never seemed to make her any noisier.

"I think we're as prepared as we'll ever be."