[You know, he's been preoccupied enough with staring at the entrance to the Tommy Bahama--as if looking hard enough might somehow yield answers all on its own--that Jade hasn't actually directed a proper look to the approach of the vaguely person-shaped impression on his peripheral vision, despite the warning spoken aloud. Still, the voice that actually responds does end up more properly snaring his attention pretty quick: unfamiliar, but strangely-modulated, and--
--Oh, but that does explain itself pretty quickly, when it turns out to sure be coming from the entirely metal man in a suit across the way. A familiar metal man, even if this is the first time they've actually interacted in any particular capacity; you've been making quite a name for yourself lately, Maximilien! Between the enthusiastic machine-gunning footage on the island (before a prompt whip-based beheading, whoops), and the fairly successful stabbing attempt blatantly made right at the beginning of that last party, to which Jade had a very fun front-row view at their large shared table....
Well. It's all rather a Lot, you know. Extenuating circumstances to be sure all around, though; here and now is a decidedly less extenuating atmosphere altogether. Jade suspects his initial second-hand impressions will have been rather more honest than the impression he might gather here and now...but that's half the interest in the end, now isn't it? Limited as the space on their current mutual prison is, they're bound to bump into each other sooner or later anyway--if not have some other unfortunate encounter in an ""excursion"" down the line--so! As good a time as any, here, to get a measure of just what's going on with this particular person...
A proper mildly amused smile is now being leveled Max's way, belying nothing in the way of all that actual thought process up there. (Which had transpired in about a second or so's pause, and a speculatively peering sort of glance...)] The material's flashy enough that it does look like it might try and drag you in should you get too close, doesn't it? Brave enough of you to have gone in just once already, truly! Though I assume it must have been only the briefest of visits...
[Not that he's judging on that front, necessarily. Jade might indeed now have a Tommy Bahama-branded shopping bag on his arm anyhow--because sometimes you just have to take what you can get, in these trying clothing-sparse times--but evidently the styles in there aren't exactly up to his speed either, even if the sharp teal lines of what he's wearing currently do denote some sort of uniform. But it's a well-tailored uniform, you know--and his civilian wardrobe was more tailored than not anyway, back home--and Max's suit certainly does look thoroughly tailored over there too, even if the styling is somewhat foreign by Jade's own perception...
Anyway, the point is that the existence of this store sure is a travesty, and they can both readily agree about this!! Finding out who was responsible for making this happen will be fun for sure, if it ever comes out.... More importantly, though--]
You didn't get around to trying to move towards the back wall in there, I take it?
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--Oh, but that does explain itself pretty quickly, when it turns out to sure be coming from the entirely metal man in a suit across the way. A familiar metal man, even if this is the first time they've actually interacted in any particular capacity; you've been making quite a name for yourself lately, Maximilien! Between the enthusiastic machine-gunning footage on the island (before a prompt whip-based beheading, whoops), and the fairly successful stabbing attempt blatantly made right at the beginning of that last party, to which Jade had a very fun front-row view at their large shared table....
Well. It's all rather a Lot, you know. Extenuating circumstances to be sure all around, though; here and now is a decidedly less extenuating atmosphere altogether. Jade suspects his initial second-hand impressions will have been rather more honest than the impression he might gather here and now...but that's half the interest in the end, now isn't it? Limited as the space on their current mutual prison is, they're bound to bump into each other sooner or later anyway--if not have some other unfortunate encounter in an ""excursion"" down the line--so! As good a time as any, here, to get a measure of just what's going on with this particular person...
A proper mildly amused smile is now being leveled Max's way, belying nothing in the way of all that actual thought process up there. (Which had transpired in about a second or so's pause, and a speculatively peering sort of glance...)] The material's flashy enough that it does look like it might try and drag you in should you get too close, doesn't it? Brave enough of you to have gone in just once already, truly! Though I assume it must have been only the briefest of visits...
[Not that he's judging on that front, necessarily. Jade might indeed now have a Tommy Bahama-branded shopping bag on his arm anyhow--because sometimes you just have to take what you can get, in these trying clothing-sparse times--but evidently the styles in there aren't exactly up to his speed either, even if the sharp teal lines of what he's wearing currently do denote some sort of uniform. But it's a well-tailored uniform, you know--and his civilian wardrobe was more tailored than not anyway, back home--and Max's suit certainly does look thoroughly tailored over there too, even if the styling is somewhat foreign by Jade's own perception...
Anyway, the point is that the existence of this store sure is a travesty, and they can both readily agree about this!!
Finding out who was responsible for making this happen will be fun for sure, if it ever comes out....More importantly, though--]You didn't get around to trying to move towards the back wall in there, I take it?