[As ever, Celty stands out a bit on her shopping trip in her biker duds and her helmet....and yet the style is fashionable in its own way and nobody gives her a second glance even with the fleeting effect the denizens of the Far Shore have about them.
Or maybe it's because she's clearly a foreigner and this is France that they don't deign to give her much attention.
But a city girl at absent heart, Celty maneuvers her way through the shopping crowd simply enough. She stops in front of certain windows, trying to imagine herself in different outfits, but she keeps moving along, unable to settle on anything.]
Changing rooms
[Perhaps it's a bit too soon to call it a rumor? Perhaps just gossip? But as the day goes on there's whispers and murmurs in a certain store.
'A strange woman in the changing rooms' 'Perhaps it's a ghost' '...couldn't see her face'
In the changing area, near the back, there is a woman in an old style dress. Not a French design to be sure but certainly not from this century either. It's hard to get a good read on her though. She's wearing a hood even though she's indoors, and in the reflection of the mirror she's facing it's impossible to make out any features. Just the inky blackness of the shadow beneath the cloth.]
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[As ever, Celty stands out a bit on her shopping trip in her biker duds and her helmet....and yet the style is fashionable in its own way and nobody gives her a second glance even with the fleeting effect the denizens of the Far Shore have about them.
Or maybe it's because she's clearly a foreigner and this is France that they don't deign to give her much attention.
But a city girl at absent heart, Celty maneuvers her way through the shopping crowd simply enough. She stops in front of certain windows, trying to imagine herself in different outfits, but she keeps moving along, unable to settle on anything.]
Changing rooms
[Perhaps it's a bit too soon to call it a rumor? Perhaps just gossip? But as the day goes on there's whispers and murmurs in a certain store.
'A strange woman in the changing rooms' 'Perhaps it's a ghost' '...couldn't see her face'
In the changing area, near the back, there is a woman in an old style dress. Not a French design to be sure but certainly not from this century either. It's hard to get a good read on her though. She's wearing a hood even though she's indoors, and in the reflection of the mirror she's facing it's impossible to make out any features. Just the inky blackness of the shadow beneath the cloth.]