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THIS was the fucking life.

Unlike all that goddamn sitting around on the beach, eating mangoes, pretending everything was fucking amazing because there was no other way to think of it. Sure, Brodie'd been okay with it while he was there. As okay with it as he COULD be, anyway. At least he hadn't ended up in the goddamn Savage Land or some other shit pit. There were comics, running water, scrambled wasn't half bad.

But when it came to places of TRUE magnificence, this- THE MALL, HIS MALL- was it.

It'd been over two fucking years since Brodie had been to his Mall. Over two fucking years of the goddamn BARTER system and islanders not giving a shit that they were missing out on the cornerstone of civilization: COMMERCE.

Brodie'd suggested it once the troops had started getting restless, and after a quick call to T.S., they'd all piled inside his mom's station wagon (though some parties weren't all that happy about having to ride in the back even though certain lanky green-haired fucks should have been happy they were allowed to come along for the ride in the first place) and headed over to the Eden Prairie Mall.

For all that he'd told Rogue about it since he'd gotten stuck on the island, there was no way in HELL he was going to let her leave Jersey without even SEEING what the fuck he'd been talking about.

"OBSERVE, friends," Brodie said, arms wide once he'd entered through the glass doors, "The Mall. Food court's downstairs, cookie stand's upstairs, and don't linger on the escalator if you know what's good for you."

Now he needed to find Jay and Silent Bob. There was a little job he needed them to do.

Date: 2009-08-20 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Wow," Rogue murmured, taking in the expanse of old marble in need of a sandblast, the fuzzy sound of Celine Dion bouncing off the vaulted ceilings. The mall-trawlers. Civilization.

First things first.

"Who's got plastic," she said in a tone of voice that brooked an immediate and positive response.

Date: 2009-08-20 05:28 am (UTC)
thedevilhisdue: ([comic] Rogue - Better times)
From: [personal profile] thedevilhisdue
"Visa or Amex?" I ask, flipping through a wallet dat I just happen to have on me before offering it to Rogue. "You look like you could be a Cassandra Beatrice Rose, hein?"

Date: 2009-08-20 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"So long as we're clear that under normal circumstances," she drawled, walking over to him and taking the card between the tips of fingers, "I am firmly against identity theft."

She turned the card over, examining it, before sliding it into the back pocket of the unflattering baggy jeans she'd borrowed from Brodie.

"Despite any evidence t'the contrary."
Edited Date: 2009-08-20 06:23 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-08-20 06:39 am (UTC)
thedevilhisdue: ([DH] Smile like you mean it)
From: [personal profile] thedevilhisdue
"I won't tell if you don't, chère," I stage whisper, grinning like a fool. I might not be a fan of de circumstances of our little trip to de mall, but dere's no sense in not making the most out of it. Get a little air dat ain't fresh for once, make time with Rogue, and see if she's right when she says it's not gonna last.

"Dis mean you'll buy me lunch later on? Only fair."

Date: 2009-08-20 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Sure I will, sugar," she said, starting with purpose out of the florescent lit foyer into the mall proper, "if you reckon you c'n keep up."

Date: 2009-08-22 08:46 pm (UTC)
thedevilhisdue: ([comic] Rogue - Better times)
From: [personal profile] thedevilhisdue
"Now dat sounds like a challenge," I laugh, sticking to her side. "You just try losing me." Sure, some of de guys back at de mansion had horror stories of what dis femme could all get up to in a mall, but I can't see it being all dat bad of a way to spend an afternoon. It's Rogue, after all.

Date: 2009-08-22 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Don't tempt me," she drawled. "I've got a bonafide to-do list, Gambit. It's gonna involve shoes 'n dressin' rooms 'n all kinds o'borin' stuff like that."

Speaking of carrying her bags for her, where was her boyfriend? She glanced over her shoulder at the group.
Edited Date: 2009-08-22 09:05 pm (UTC)

For the Ladies (Step One)

Date: 2009-08-20 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The first stop was the in-mall salon, because they'd come across it before a major department store. Rogue had a very definite plan. Steps one and two were grooming and a new outfit, interchangeable in the order in which they came, step three was shoes, all on their own, and step three was hitting up the food court.

She'd been very careful to explain to the girl that she had a terrible, contagious skin condition and so she needed to wear gloves while washing and cutting. She hadn't been entirely sure it would work, but the dresser bought it easily enough, and not to be unkind, but she was working at a mall in Jersey. Rogue could give her a pass. Most probably she just didn't wanna deal with some high-strung customer's crazy, and that was fair enough.

When the hideous nylon smock was pulled from Rogue's neck and her chair was turned to the mirror, her eyes widened.

She'd wanted something different, anyway.

"Shock," she stated quietly. She hadn't had so little hair since she'd been a teenager. And her bangs like that- all the white trimmed and blown out and right up front. Oh, jeez.

"...Mary Jane," she said, handing the credit card off to the woman, continuing to stare at the near stranger who looked back at her.

"We need to go find extremely eyecatchin' outfits. Now."

Date: 2009-08-21 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mary Jane hadn't missed the nineties, but now that they were there, oh, was this going to be fun. With the reassurance that they were all still really back on the island -- and she wasn't going to overthink that, because it was just downright weird -- she saw no reason to hold back with any of this, and after months on an actual freaking desert island, spending a day at the mall seemed perfect.

The trip to the hair salon had left her practically giddy -- the last time she'd seen hair like this was in old reruns of Friends -- and now, she couldn't think of any better idea. Looking back at Rogue with a smile, she nodded in obvious agreement. "Absolutely," she said emphatically, reaching up to touch her shorter hair again. She didn't even remember the last time she'd really had it cut. "Which way?"

Date: 2009-08-21 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"The flashy one," Rogue said, signing the bill that was handed back to her and standing.

"Reckon the pricier department store's down the end o'this hall. Ain't Bloomy's, but it'll do, huh?"

Date: 2009-08-21 07:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hey, I'm not picky," Mary Jane laughed, shaking her head. Really, anything was fine by her, as long as it wasn't something cheap. The more upscale they could get, the better -- it wasn't their money they were spending, after all, something she probably should've felt more guilty about than she actually did. "Whatever's the best we've got. Lead the way."

Date: 2009-08-21 04:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Gotta say," Rogue sighed, shaking her head a little, letting the cropped, flat-ironed curtain of her hair brush her neck and chin, "This is a whole lot more fun so far than it was the last time this happened."

Date: 2009-08-21 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"What happened last time?" Mary Jane asked curiously, raising one eyebrow a little. There'd been mentions of it when everyone was waking up, but she hadn't made much sense of it. "Was it bad, or?"

Date: 2009-08-22 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It was just a li'l less frivolous. Got brought home, kinda, a home years in my future, by Jamie Madrox," Rogue said, expression going just slightly distant.

"Ended up gettin' in a few fights, 'n... At the end o'the day everythin' was... all right... but gettin' there sure wasn't fun." She brought herself back from it, flashing Mary Jane as reassuring a smile as she could muster.

"Not like this. 're we gonna find somethin' t'knock Pete's socks off with, or what?"

Date: 2009-08-23 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Getting the hint that it wasn't really something to dwell on -- and not entirely sure the details would have been too pleasant anyway -- Mary Jane just nodded, letting out a self-conscious sort of laugh. There was nothing better to do, really.

"Absolutely," she confirmed, grinning. "The boys'll barely know what hit them."

Date: 2009-08-23 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Exactly," Rogue said, looking up as they passed from the hollow echo of the mall into the more nicely lit and less cavernous department store.

"Okay. I dunno 'bout you but I am desperate for a new pair o'jeans."

Date: 2009-08-23 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh, jeans are definitely in order," Mary Jane agreed, already scanning the store to see which way they ought to go. Jeans were one thing that couldn't be too ruined by the nineties, after all. "I say we take care of that first."

Date: 2009-08-23 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Rogue grinned at Mary Jane, scanned the level until she saw mannequins with no top halves modeling what had to be ridiculously overpriced jeans, and headed that way.

"Feels weird t'be sayin' it, but I spend so much time now in comfy but hideous things that all I'm lookin' for here is somethin'll make a grown man cry to look at it. That ain't wrong, is it?" she asked, grinning wryly. It was only half a joke, though. She wanted to get into something sewn after 1985.

Date: 2009-08-23 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Not. At. All." Mary Jane felt much the same way, of course, even after only a few months of dealing with that ridiculous box and its equally ridiculous clothes. Now, following along towards the jeans, she couldn't help but feel almost like a little kid in a candy shop. There was so much, and it all looked so good, after a considerable amount of time without. "In fact, I think that should be what we aim for."

Date: 2009-08-23 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Boleros. Cropped t-shirts. Mid-waisted miniskirts on mannequins with knee high stockings. Oversized blazers and crochet vests as far as the eye could see. There were a few floppy hats with large flowers attached.

This was definitely a mall in the nineties.

"All right," Rogue said, determinedly, "let's make this happen." She headed for the nearest rack of dark, non-acid wash jeans and started rifling them.

Date: 2009-08-24 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"God, you know," Mary Jane sighed, leaning over to pull out a pair of jeans and hold them up, only to wrinkle her nose and put them back. After having dealt with that clothes box for months, she figured she was entitled to be picky. "I never thought I'd be so glad to be back in the nineties." It'd be easy enough, though, to avoid some of the really awful fashion trends. It was still better than the alternative.

Date: 2009-08-23 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Jay's fist hit the wall of the pet store, rattling those cute-ass little kitten bitches in their cages harder than they'd rattled the day before.


Maybe he was getting stronger. Maybe all of the running from La Fours has made him into some kinda Super-Jay, fighting evil security guards and protecting hot-ass mall bitches from assholes from the Fashionable Male doin' things like using their ass-douches and hair gel and deodorant. Chicks didn't care how you smelled, they cared how you did shit with your tongue.

Thwack, thwack, THWACK!

One of those mall-hot-bitches swaggered by in her acid-wash jeans and back camel toe just like Jay liked, and he yelled out,


The fuzz eyed Jay and he bent over to the window and pressed his tongue to it, right in front of the kitten.

"S'all I was sayin', man. What were you thinking? You nasty." The law left them alone, Silent Bob flipped his retreating back off, and Jay went back to the rhythmic thwaping.

Date: 2009-08-23 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
THERE they were. Brodie should have known they'd be hanging around the goddamn pet store. If he hadn't known any better, he might have wondered about their apparent fascination with the pet store cats, but as it was, Brodie was pretty sure those two were strictly homo sapien oriented.

Homo something anyway.

"HEY JAY AND BOB," Brodie called from across the Mall as he approached, "Well if it isn't the slightly less than dynamic duo."

Goddamn, but it was good to be home. As much as Brodie wasn't sure he wanted to admit it, he'd missed this shit.

Date: 2009-08-24 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Jay hit Silent Bob on the arm.

"Yo, man, that window tastes like that cheap-ass chronic we got at the boardwalk last week," Jay intoned to his compatriot. Silent Bob, in answer, slide his fingers down the glass next to where Jay's tongue had been and ran the flat of his tongue along them. He considered for a moment then nodded agreeably. "Faggot ripped us off!" And then one more emphatic thwap!

But then the voice of Brodie was all up in Jay's grill and he turned toward him.

"Brodiemaaaan!" Jay called, Bob waving enthusiastically behind him.

Date: 2009-08-24 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wearing other people's clothes made Johnny chafe.

Or at least made him uncomfortable enough that he might as well have been, for all the squirming and complaning he was doing. The problem was, he technically didn't exist in this universe.

There was nothing unstable-y enough for him to wear if he wanted to fly anywhere without giving people more than just a bang for their buck. Which meant he had to borrow Brodie's clothes and commute to the mall in a cramped car with everyone else.

"Somebody show me the most expensive store in here," he said, looking around. "Does this place even have anything worthwhile?"

Date: 2009-08-24 03:51 am (UTC)
daretodo: ([ff] Gloves leave no fingerprints.)
From: [personal profile] daretodo
I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I woke up this morning as Johnny Storm, the Flaming Idiot's little spoon. In a basement full of other super types. In Jersey. In the '90's. Oi. I tell ya, if it weren't for the fact that my powers are back, I'd probably be a lot more ticked off than I already am.

"Dude, I know this is Jersey -- and I'm sorta with you on the whole worthwhile thing -- but can you, I dunno, shut up for five seconds?" I say, half-tempted to strangle guy.

Date: 2009-08-25 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T.S. didn't think too much of it when Brodie called him about going to the mall. Par for the course, really, or it would have been if he hadn't been acting all mysterious and shit. Plus, it sounded like the guy was having a party in his mom's basement what with all the background noise.

When T.S. showed up at Brodie's, he pretty much did a double take, twice. Quadruple take. Sure, he knew full well Brodie was real heavy into his comics and all, but it just seemed a little extreme even for Brodie to have suddenly taken up with a bunch of what looked like extreme cosplayers taking a stab at blending into mainstream society.

He was still shaking his head as they walked into the mall. "An island? Really?" he said, looking over at Brodie incredulously. "Are you sure meeting Stan Lee didn't scramble your brain and...I don't know, unleash some kind of extreme fanboy reaction?"


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