<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br/>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.)<br/>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br/>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots.<br/>Tagging: Mata, Gin, Tyr,  open<br/>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jeremiah listened with Rapt attention as Mata gave him a personal history lesson in his country. Normally One would have considered it a mere myth, but considering the company that Jeremiah was keeping. He was more inclined that it was truth than fiction. As he listened, Jeremiah felt a bit humbled and unworthy of all of Mata's efforts as he explained that he had sent the pieces of Silver back in time and beseech the Goddess, Sefkhet, blessings upon the pieces of jewelry so that Jeremiah, and Mizuki may have a blessed union. This man certainly was doing far more than Jeremiah would have for a complete stranger. "All I can say is...Thank you. Truly thank you." Jeremiah said with as much conviction as he could.<br/><br/>Mata was placing the Jewelry into a box to pass along to Jeremiah, and he began to say something but was distracted by the sound of the opening door and the presence of two more entering the shop. One being a beautiful young woman with red markings on her face, and the other a gruff looking older gentleman that exuded a powerful aura like Mata. Jeremiah blinked as he watched Mata greet the young woman in a familiar tone. Even going so far as to ask for her assistance in finding him a new hat. Jeremiah blinked a moment as suddenly dollar signs were spinning in his mind, and not in the good way as he suddenly remembered that he will have to PAY FOR ALL OF THIS!!!!<br/><br/>Jeremiah was still coherent enough that he caught the young woman's name as Gin, and the other's name as Tyr. Jeremiah would nod and bow a bit towards Gin, and Tyr. "A pleasure Ma'am, Sir." he would say to the two. Mata would go on to explain that no well dressed man would be caught dead without a hat to compliment an Armani suit. Again Dollar signs flew out the proverbial window. Perhaps he can live off Top Ramen till his next pay check?<br/><br/>Quickly the conversations move to Tyr's needs in selecting a new suit as apparently he was as out of touch with modern fashion as Jeremiah was out of touch with fashion in general. Not wishing to intrude as he felt he didn't have any thing worthwhile to add, Jeremiah quietly decided to take a seat and wait for a Fitter to come fetch him to make the necessary adjustments to his suit to make it look like it was made just for him.<br/><br/>Finding a bench close by, Jeremiah took a seat. Letting out a relieved sigh as he didn't realize how much his feet hurt from standing on hard concrete all day. He could only imagine how swollen his feet were, and how difficult it will be to get his boots off tonight when he can finally sit down for the day. Glancing at Mata, Jeremiah had to think of something to do to thank him properly for all his help.