Owner	Pose
Nebula	Today is an auspicious day, sure to be recorded in the eternal records of the galaxy, for today, Nebula, Daughter of Thanos finds herself facing if not her greatest threat, her greatest fear. Or trepidation. Well, at the very least, she will admit she's facing something she is less than entirely coldly, certainly confident about. Her fingers flex at her sides, like she's resisting the urge to reach for a gun holstered at her hip... though the sleek red outfit she wears does not actually have a holster hanging from the belt holding up tight trousers, or even hidden inside the vest that's buckled closed over her torso. Her lips are pressed in a thin, severe line, more commonly known as 'Nebula smiling' and also 'Nebula frowning' and 'Hey, look, Nebula's face is stuck like that' when she's out of earshot. That functional outfit does not in any way match the displays in the window she's facing, flowing pastel and sunset hued dresses, smart pantsuits in various shades of grey and tan... The blue cyborg braces herself and strides forward, looking for all intents like she's about to kick the door in with that purposeful gait, only to reach out with her right hand and almost gingerly open the plate glass door before stepping into the belly of the beast. The fashion beast. This is what happens when your primary human contact is Peter Quill, and the two other most commonly encountered members of your team are a Raccoon and a Tree. You don't have anyone to turn to for fashion advice.
Felicia Hardy	Today is quite the auspicious day, and one that has been decided to be made more viable and valuable via the virtue of retail therapy. Felicia struggled to get her make up on this morning as she has the past few days, but she decided with a resolve that many wouldn't expect she would have, to get up, get out, and treat herself.     The thief and Avenger is wearing more causal clothes and not her purpose-created cat suit. Instead she wears a simple enough outfit, a just too tight pink t-shirt with a slogan across the chest 'Play Ball' with hearts exploding out from the slogan and beneath her chest is the New York Yankees logo. She is reping her city at least. The shirt tucked into a pair of tattered and cut up jeans with strips of fabric reaching across her thighs and knees where below the pants are missing or cut off as khapri pands.     The blond wears short heels and a pair of black sun glasses that obscure her eyes, in case she needs to cry more.     Stepping into the botique just behind Nebula, Felicia pauses as she lifts her glasses up onto her head, mindful of the tight pony tail her hair is tied in, and she cants her head slightly at the blue woman before she asks, "Is there a convention going on I need to know about? Cause you look awesome."
Nebula	Nebula turns her head ever so slightly at the sound of Felicia's voice and... well, she can't actually blue screen, because she's not /that/ much of a cyborg. But she can definitely pause for a long moment and eye that casual attire. Dark eyes dart smoothly, swiftly, cataloging fashion and assessing Felicia for tactical purposes. Classification: Extremely dangerous. Alarmingly distracting. Fortunately, Nebula's done some research and discovered that the likelihood of combat being initiated in Earth clothing stores is less than 12. Except on 'Black Friday' where it rises to 97% and tactical doctrine suggests bringing high capacity energy weapons. But this is a Sunday, and she's unaware of the colour of the day. So she should be relatively safe. Her lips even quirk in a sardonic little grin, her voice coming out somewhere between a purr, a growl, and a mechanical grinding. "I'm sure there's some sort of convention going on. But no, this is..." She frowns slightly, "Well, not my only outfit, but they _all_ look like this. Peter Quill said it was 'Totally fine', but I have been asked if I am going to the 'Sci Fi convention' enough times in the past month that it is no longer an acceptable daily occurrence." Her eyebrows lift and she murmurs dryly, "Unfortunately, I'm not familiar with local fashions. So acquiring a new outfit has been difficult." Those dark eyes sweep again, a little more slowly, "You seem to be fashionable in the extreme however." Her cybernetic hand is offered up for a shake, "I am Nebula. A..." she sighs and almost grimaces, "Guardian of the Galaxy. Not one of _the_ Guardians. The short, dour aliens who established the Green Lantern Corps. But are, apparently, not bothered by us having a terribly similar name."
Felicia Hardy	"Well..." Felicia says, pausing and giving Nebula much more attention than she expected she would need to. She didn't expect to meet someone so... OPEN. So forward. So ... alien. Felicia blinks once, and looks Nebula up and down, and back up again, before clicking her tongue within her mouth. "....yyyyyes..." Felicia pauses but then shakes her head, her hair swaying behind her shoulders as she does so.     Brazenly Felicia steps further into the boutique and lifts her hand up towards the attendants and emplyee in the store, "It's me, Felicia again, but nevermind me, this poor soul... We're going to help her." Felicia seems to be over her shock at the woman's mannerisms and caught onto the idea that the woman is looking for help and doesn't know how.     Taking a hand and moving it to the small of Nebula's back, Felicia guides her into the store. "Okay, we're now friends, and I'm absolutely going to make sure you're looking and more importantly FEELING pretty before you leave."
Nebula	Nebula's playing her cards close to her chest... or, rather, it's really quite difficult to tell when she's intently interested in someone, or just staring in that unnerving, calculating way she always does. But her face isn't cast in a scowl, so much as a reserved but curious cast. Her left eyebrow might even be fractionally higher than her right. If only her friends could see her now in such a state of disarray at meeting the blonde local. Scandalous. She follows along for a lack of better course of action, only to wind up practically slipping into that hand upon the small of her back, smooth gait stopping with a little half-step, as that pressure registers and she leans back against it, almost testingly. Still, she glances sidelong at Felicia with a crooked grin, murmuring dryly. "Well, I did make sure to bring local currency, so I can at least pay my way I assure you." Her eyes dart back to the attendant fated to help Nebula fit local fashion standards. "I'm sure anything you pick out will suffice. The last shop I investigated offered only the most minimal of coverings. Most of them were made of Polyvinyl Chloride." She clicks her tongue and snorts softly, "And their restraints were nowhere near durable enough to be tactically viable." She cranes her head slightly to look around, "But as I'm looking for... I believe Peter Quill would call them 'date clothes', restraints should prove unnecessary." She eyes Felicia and grins a little wider, "Very well. I am attempting to be friendlier. And you certainly seem to be delightful to engage in conversation. I am at your mercy." She eyes that pink shirt... and the figure beneath it, "I'm not sure pink is my colour, but we will find something suitable. It does look good on you."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia's hand doesn't shy away from the alien, she's going to be friendly, and she's going to help, Nebula like it or not! The thief in the casual fashion smiles largely as Nebula pays her a compliment and offers to buy her own clothes. "No no no, you wont be spending, especially if you're going to be going on a date. You will need to keep extra cash for yourself, just in case. Hey, Fancine! This one is all on me and my card. Got it?"     "Got it." Someone responds from the back.     "And no, I don't think pink is your color, and that's okay, we'll find your color and your fit and style. Like I said, you'll be confident and comfortable." Felicia says, continuing to usher Nebula towards the racks on the side of the store. "Don't worry about fastening or fasteners or any of that, unless your getting into a fight on the street, but then this wouldn't be the place you should be shopping at." Ahem. "Pick out a few shapes you like, and we'll get you fitted and coordinated."
Nebula	The blue cyborg bobs her head and murmurs dryly, "Well, despite rumors and news coverage, I am not in fact an uncontrollable murder machine. And really, the vast majority of... fights in the street around here don't require the sort of activity to result in any fabric fasteners being damage. Those 'muggers' that lurk in alleys are adorable." She pauses for a moment, picking out a dress, sleek, flattering... and darkest black. In fact, she keeps picking out more black. Though she grabs some deep violet numbers as well. She stops at five dresses and a few pairs of shoes and boots, eying her bounty. "...Perhaps I should try these in before we make any further choices." She looks around, "I assume you know where the changing booths are?" Her eyebrows perk and her lips quirk into a downright mischievous grin, "Playing the /totally/ unaccustomed alien and beginning to try things on in the middle of the store seems a touch unfair when you're being so generous and helpful." Nebula falls into step alongside Felicia on the way to the changing booths, an actual spring in her step. Surely the woman's equivalent of dancing and singing a song like she's in a musical.