[ she takes the handkerchief, but daisy's enough of a gremlin to not totally get the point; instead of using it against the glass surface of the watch like an intelligent person, she wipes her mouth and then crumples it in her fist, surely putting one too many undeserved wrinkles into the fabric. ]
Leather what?
[ like, for her hair? because if that's what she needs to clean the watch, she has that in the shower. ]
[ daisy, pls. gaby doesn't know if that is a thing available here, she would have to check a store because googling doesn't exactly come naturally to her, but it must be. leather lasts forever.
[ for a second, daisy just blinks at her. what watch? she doesn't wear a watch. or, more accurately, she never did. but as of literally the day before, daisy's got a watch that she can wear if she feels like it, and it happens to be sitting on her wrist newly cleaned off from an accidental butter smear.
(she's an idiot.) ]
Right. [ now she has to google it. unsurprisingly, leather isn't much of a thing in the future. ] Can I use regular conditioner?
[ a Shrug. honestly, she doesn't see what the big difference would be. conditioner conditions, it's literally in the name. but if gaby's going to do the hard work, then daisy will be generous enough to accept her efforts when the time comes. ]
Alright. [ a beat. ] You good to go in now?
[ are they sufficiently de-crumbed enough to go in the fancy men's shop? ]
[ she heaves the door open and strides inside like she owns the place. it's easy to do that when she is dressed in clothes she is comfortable in, like armor. she gives the store a quick sweep before she moves over to the tables piled with neat rows of ties organized by color. ]
[ excuse you, gaby, she IS the hot mess express. get it right.
but she is also perfectly willing to be the little red caboose in gaby's train of fashion exploration, so as one enters the store and beelines for the accessories department, daisy follows along agreeable as anything.
this is not her area of expertise by any stretch. the tie and pocket square combo she haphazardly picks up is ugly as sin, but she holds it up like it's a worthwhile option. ]
[ neither, she's just a disaster who mostly wore dark colors and plaid. her answer comes somewhat distracted, head down as she paws through a rack of jackets against the wall. ]
You must be very busy. [ considering everything is digital now, the need for daisy's job must be immense to keep everything from falling apart at the drop of a pin. maybe it's less necessary that she imagines, but since the tech is so irritatingly new to gaby, it feels like it's a very in demand job.
somewhere an apple employee struggling to keep a phone from exploding data is like THANK YOU YEAH IM VERY BUSY ]
[ little does daisy know just how busy she's going to get. ]
Mostly maintenance stuff lately. Businesses upgrading to new features, spending stupid amounts of money to prevent people from accessing their dirty secrets. Politicians, too, though they mostly do their own stuff in-house.
[ or they get assigned a team that's higher up than daisy is right now. ]
They're all really smug about how 'nothing could ever happen, don't be ridiculous', but tech is tech. Anything can fail.
There is so much here, if it fails it will fail.... extensively.
[ gaby is old fashioned, she would like to hide her money in a coffee can if she could, but she can't seem to stuff a line of code into a tin can. which is the most ill advised financial decision she could ever imagine. ]
It'll make this place into a third-world shithole, yeah.
[ tech that's complementary can be ignored if it goes wrong. tech that's replaced everything else simply destroys the world if it fails. daisy's hoping the latter never happens, but given this place's track records ... ]
Illya mentioned you've got a different hobby now. [ hobby, not power, because she's playing at being discrete. there's no telling how much these shopladies are listening. as for the power, well, daisy had known the first. not the second, though. ] Not hyping up on hoverbikes anymore?
[ that's a new one. definitely different than getting hyped up on getting handsy with bikes, and yet... well. it kind of fits her more, if daisy's honest. not because gaby is an ice queen — not really, daisy would argue. gaby certainly puts up icy walls to keep people out (herself included), but they're not impenetrable. ]
[ nothing but it, apparently, given that their collective attempts to solve the mystery of How Did We Get Here and When Do We Go Home are still sitting at zero. ]
[ as that would have involved talking to illya and gaby still needed some time to process all this. but no time like the present, she supposes, she can always avoid illya there if she decides to continue being self-pitying. she purchases the tie and together she and daisy go to the barbie dream house for a powers demonstration and iced drinks.
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Leather what?
[ like, for her hair? because if that's what she needs to clean the watch, she has that in the shower. ]
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[ daisy, pls. gaby doesn't know if that is a thing available here, she would have to check a store because googling doesn't exactly come naturally to her, but it must be. leather lasts forever.
maybe not 1963 to now forever though. ]
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(she's an idiot.) ]
Right. [ now she has to google it. unsurprisingly, leather isn't much of a thing in the future. ] Can I use regular conditioner?
[ again: she's an idiot. ]
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...no.
[ daisy please. gaby lifts her hands as if to stem any more questions. ]
I will find you some.
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Alright. [ a beat. ] You good to go in now?
[ are they sufficiently de-crumbed enough to go in the fancy men's shop? ]
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Yes, we can go now.
[ she heaves the door open and strides inside like she owns the place. it's easy to do that when she is dressed in clothes she is comfortable in, like armor. she gives the store a quick sweep before she moves over to the tables piled with neat rows of ties organized by color. ]
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but she is also perfectly willing to be the little red caboose in gaby's train of fashion exploration, so as one enters the store and beelines for the accessories department, daisy follows along agreeable as anything.
this is not her area of expertise by any stretch. the tie and pocket square combo she haphazardly picks up is ugly as sin, but she holds it up like it's a worthwhile option. ]
What do you think?
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she tries to be diplomatic: ] No, I don't think that is quite right.
[ leafing through the solid color ties, she glances over at daisy in a brief study. ] What is it that you do?
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As a job? Digital security. Vyonation.
[ gaby already knows what she does back home. ]
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somewhere an apple employee struggling to keep a phone from exploding data is like THANK YOU YEAH IM VERY BUSY ]
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Mostly maintenance stuff lately. Businesses upgrading to new features, spending stupid amounts of money to prevent people from accessing their dirty secrets. Politicians, too, though they mostly do their own stuff in-house.
[ or they get assigned a team that's higher up than daisy is right now. ]
They're all really smug about how 'nothing could ever happen, don't be ridiculous', but tech is tech. Anything can fail.
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[ gaby is old fashioned, she would like to hide her money in a coffee can if she could, but she can't seem to stuff a line of code into a tin can. which is the most ill advised financial decision she could ever imagine. ]
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[ tech that's complementary can be ignored if it goes wrong. tech that's replaced everything else simply destroys the world if it fails. daisy's hoping the latter never happens, but given this place's track records ... ]
Illya mentioned you've got a different hobby now. [ hobby, not power, because she's playing at being discrete. there's no telling how much these shopladies are listening. as for the power, well, daisy had known the first. not the second, though. ] Not hyping up on hoverbikes anymore?
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Trying something new. I don't think ice sculpture will be very useful, but it certainly suits me.
[ she adds dryly, in case daisy missed the self drag: ] Cold.
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[ that's a new one. definitely different than getting hyped up on getting handsy with bikes, and yet... well. it kind of fits her more, if daisy's honest. not because gaby is an ice queen — not really, daisy would argue. gaby certainly puts up icy walls to keep people out (herself included), but they're not impenetrable. ]
Cubed or crushed?
[ ha, ha. she's so funny. ]
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Frosting.
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[ god, she's obnoxious. why is anyone friends with her. ]
I can see how that would come in handy. Real Frozone vibes.
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Very fancy ice cubes in my drinks to start. This one will do, I think.
[ gaby holds up a lovely green tie and moves toward the check out to pay for it. ]
Would you like to join me for a drink?
[ a demonstration between friends. daisy is the powers guru after all. ]
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[ nothing but it, apparently, given that their collective attempts to solve the mystery of How Did We Get Here and When Do We Go Home are still sitting at zero. ]
Have you gotten a tour of our new place yet?
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[ as that would have involved talking to illya and gaby still needed some time to process all this. but no time like the present, she supposes, she can always avoid illya there if she decides to continue being self-pitying. she purchases the tie and together she and daisy go to the barbie dream house for a powers demonstration and iced drinks.
the end. ]