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[OPEN] Ralsei's Custom Clothing Shop

Who: Ralsei and anyone!
Which: Open Log! She sent invites to close CR, but everyone is welcome.
Where: Ralsei's clothing shop, the first floor of his home!
What: Custom clothing is available!
When: Deep in winter, after the events of the last TDM have worn off
Warnings: By thread, none expected!

[A] Announcement

A page in the journal was black, written on in white ink, with a cutesy drawing -- not imprinting -- of what looks like a two-story house, emblazoned with the words Ralsei's Custom Clothes and Accessories!, exclamation point included. In front is a stick figure of Ralsei himself, in green and black and pink.

Beneath, written very neatly:

[Hello, everyone! It's my pleasure to open up a clothing shop for you all. I've worked hard to put together enough clothes for you all in just about every size and shape I've seen here in Reverein, and I'm happy to make any adjustments you could want or like! If you don't have money, come on down anyway; I'm sure we can work something out! I'm looking forward to seeing you all very soon!]

Another little stick figure is drawn below that, waving.

[C] Commencement

The drawing was remarkably accurate to the actual place. There was the wooden gabled roof, the chimney puffing away merrily, and the sign announcing the opening of his shop in simple white letters. That's where the similarities ended, though.

The clothes he promised practically overflowed from inside -- front windows showcasing every size and shape of clothes, from normal coats to ones adjusted for those with wings or tails, even a little cozy that seemed fitted to a flower, strangely enough.

On the note of greenery, in spite of the cold, the place had nearly as many plants as clothes, potted flowers flourishing in the snow. It certainly made his place stand out. Which he did! He stood outside his shop, and his expression brightened the place more than the flowers did as he said in a rush, "Welcome, welcome! Come in, what can I do for you?"

[E] Excitement

Ralsei was having trouble. The opening of his clothing shop had gone well enough, to be sure -- it was afterward that the trouble started. Little things being misplaced, threadwork strewn out to leave him stumbling, and the like.

It culiminated in him reaching down to pick up a dropped thimble (his fault, actually) and being draped in the same bright blue cloth sheet he was working on. He yelped, stumbling out the front door of his workshop, flailing around wildly in the mid-morning air, the air around him filled with mischievous giggles.

It looks like the goatboy could use a little help.

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What a humble little shop. Zhongli always enjoys taking a stroll through the marketplace to peruse the various shops and businesses present, and quaint little shops like this always draw his attention. What's more, he had seen the announcement about the new shop in the journals, and felt a sense of duty to visit the place. He may have retired from his role as the Geo Archon in Liyue, but spending centuries paying visits and granting blessings to budding shops like this was one of the things he enjoyed most as the God of Commerce. Which is why he comes to pay a visit to this place, and he offers a smile at such a warm welcome.

"Why, hello there. Are you the owner of this establishment?" he asks in a friendly manner. "I heard news of a new shop opening, and decided to come pay a visit."

"I am!" Ralsei practically chirps. He claps silently -- wearing gloves, as he is -- and gives the stranger a slight bow. "If you'll come inside, it's much warmer, and I can show you around!"

He was excited. Not only a new patron for his business, but one markedly nicer than that other lady. Not that that would stop him from being excited even if it were Azula. He's a people person by nature, and nothing would change that.

Besides, a good friend of his taught him the lesson against being nice to people that don't deserve it. He's better about it lately.

"Everything here is made by me! I've got a large selection to choose from, and if you like one but it's not big enough, or too big, don't worry! I do custom fits."

"Certainly. Lead the way, boss."

Zhongli can see that the little goat-creature is excited. And he should be; after all, starting a new business is an exciting affair, especially when it's one built upon passion and hard work. So he follows the shopkeeper into his store, glancing around at the number of items on display.

"You crafted all of this by hand? It must have taken quite some time to do so." he says, running a hand over one of the hanging coats. "And the quality is quite commendable at a first glance. You certainly have a talent when it comes to textiles."

"Oh, yes!" His smile lights the room more than the clothes, bright and merry, hanging from their racks did. "I've always made my own clothes, and in the past few years I've really ramped up the quality. It helps to have other people to model them on!"

His arms fling wide to encompass -- well, everything. "Moreso that there are so many different body types here, from small to large, and everything in between."

He pauses for a moment, taking in his work with a quietly-satisfied smile, before turning back to Zhongli. "Let's see, though... It looks like a nice burgundy scarf would go well with your clothes, I think. Assuming you're satisfied with them as they are, of course?"

Such passion with which Ralsei speaks draws a genuine grin to Zhongli's face. "I can see you take great pride in your work. Truthfully, I have no doubt of your drive and have a feeling that you would do well in this business. Just remember to pace yourself; when business is booming it can be easy to forget to rest when you need, and over-extending oneself can make a passion feel like a burden."

He says it gently, because he is talking from experience; it's very important to take time to rest so that one doesn't lose the joy and reason for why they started a passion project in the first place. But he truly does wish Ralsei will succeed here.

"A scarf, hmm? Well, I think you may be on to something. I would be happy to see what you have. As for my clothes, I am quite satisfied with them, but it never hurts to expand one's wardrobe from time to time."

"Ahahah..." Ralsei's hat was drawn down over their eyes in embarrassment. Truthfully, the man was spot on in his assessment of the darkner.

It wasn't the first time he'd overwrought himself in tending to others' concerns.

Fortunately, that wasn't the case this time! "Well, while I can't deny my predilection toward that, I've been working on this for a while! I'm not the best at pacing myself, but at least in this I'm not overwrought."

"But!" He brings himself back upright and takes a quick, fortifying breath. "I think I have something that would fit you wonderfully somewhere around here. Maybe a touch on the long side, but..."

He navigates the shop efficiently, leading the man back to the scarves. He peels one off of the rack -- a red dyed such that the centermost threads were darker and those on the side more vibrant, giving it the look of a sunset on water. "I found someone selling these gorgeous swaths..."

He glances back at... "Oh, hah, I don't think I ever got your name?"

He can spot burnout pretty easily nowadays; he was once guilty of it himself, and he's an over-6000-year-old deity. No one is immune to the effects of burnout, and everyone should pace themselves and take care of themselves in his opinion.

"I see... Well, just remember that rest is a requirement, not some arbitrary prize to be earned." He just doesn't want you working too hard, Ralsei!

Zhongli follows Ralsei's lead, looking at the scarves in question. He hums in agreement. "I agree, these swaths are of excellent quality. They would make for a pleasant feel against one's skin, as well as a stylish addition to one's wardrobe..."

Ah, right, where are his manners. He bows to Ralsei. "Forgive me, Boss; I got so caught up in our discussion that I forgot to introduce myself. I am Zhongli, a consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour." He pauses as he straightens. "Though, I suppose my consulting duties are on hold for the moment while I am here in Reverein."

"Oh, I know! But I do really appreciate the reminder. In the past, I might have needed it a lot more." Not to say that Ralsei doesn't need it now, occasionally. Still, no need to burden someone he just met with concern for him.

"Right? It's gorgeous! See how it shimmers when you turn it in the light?" He demonstrates gleefully. Ralsei's not upselling the man at all -- at least, not intentionally. He's just very excitable!

Still, he lets out a soft chuckle, smiling and waving his free hand. "Oh, don't worry about it! I'm just the same. Sometimes I wish I could have a checklist for social interactions, especially with new people."

"Funerary consultancy, though? That's..." He sounds unsure, but not hostile. "Is that a euphemism of some kind? I know mercenaries and assassins here..." He snorts, gently replacing the cloth and taking half a step back to allow Zhongli to browse them himself, should he so wish.

"Fairly large amount of those here, actually. What's it like where you're from?"

“Hmm… well, so long as you remember to pace yourself. Success and fortune will come to you regardless, if you run your business with as much passion as I have seen. You do not need to overwork yourself.” And while it may not be a formal blessing and he may not have authority here as he once did in Liyue, he does genuinely offer one to Ralsei’s business. He wants Ralsei’s passion, and this place by extension, to thrive.

“You’re right. It would be a shame not to purchase such a fine item.” He nods in acceptance. “I would be honoured to buy it.” Even if the upsell was unintebded, Ralsei is speaking the truth; it’s a gorgeous piece made with care and skill. Just the kind of thing Zhongli loves.

“Ah, not quite.” Zhongli says with a shake of his head. “When I say a funeral parlour, I mean a business that deals in the burial and funerary rites of those who pass on, whether they be from illness, old age, or battle. I happen to have quite a bit of knowledge on a wide variety of things as well, one of which involves the ancient traditions and rites of Liyue. So I offer my services as a consultant to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour to ensure that all rites are performed properly so that those who have died may pass on peacefully.” It’s definitely some grim work, but Zhongli takes pride in it. It allows him to put his vast amounts of knowledge to good use, at least.

“As for what Liyue is like? Well, it is a nation that has endured for over 2000 years, and has faced many challenges in its time. Liyue has seen gods wage war across its fields and monsters churn its oceans, and has seen the rise and fall of its patron deity. But it’s people have grown with the land, and continue to thrive upon the civilization that has been built.” He pauses, then chuckles softly. “It is quite the happy coincidence you ask about Liyue, as it is known as both the Land of Contracts and as a successful mercantile hub. Many merchants settle in Liyue Harbour to set up shops and sell their wares much like you have now. It always brings me pleasure to see a new venture starting.”

"Oh, I..." He trails off, after a moment. He was going to say there's no need to pay, but... From what he knows of the man, he's pretty sure denying him that would be more cruel than accepting payment. Instead, he gives a chagrined smile to Zhongli. "I appreciate it. Thank you!" They can talk about price later, given how little thought he's had on the subject. He sets it aside for now.

Instead, he listens intently as Zhongli speaks of his profession. His expression shifts through confusion and befuddlement to settle on understanding. He might not have given much thought to it beforehand, but... it seems like a rather thoughtful profession. ...If a little morbid. "That's a very kind profession to take, I think. It's good that you are able to handle it well. I wouldn't be able to myself, I shouldn't think."

He seems quite attentive as Zhongli continues, talking about his home. "Oh, that sounds like a lovely place. I see what you mean... my shop seems like it would suit your home quite nicely."

He pauses. "Other than the war and stuff, I'm not much for fighting." Most of the time, anyway. He's not above fighting to keep people safe, though he's more of a backline type, when it comes to that.

"My world... well, my first world wasn't that far off of this place. Though a lot more malleable to my desires. I made a castle town, and cakes from cauldrons, and made sure everyone had room..." He smiles in reminiscence. "It was nice. But I kind of prefer where I ended up. Quirk of my home was that, well... most of my closest friends couldn't spend much time with me. Just how it was."

Talk of price can certainly happen later! Now, does Zhongli actually have any money to pay for it? Well... that is something to figure out later.

Zhongli does chuckle lightly at Ralsei's assessment of his current profession. "I commend your perspective on the matter. Death is not an easy thing for people to discuss at the best of times, inevitable as it may be, and it takes a certain demeanour to run such a business." Even if he may frown at Hu Tao's cavalier and quirky approach to such a serious business, he does know that she does take the funerary rites seriously when it comes to ensuring spirits pass on peacefully. Even if she is a bit pushy on the business side of things.

"Well, you would be in luck if you were ever to visit. You do still need to be careful of roaming hilichurls or Treasure Hoarders when traveling, but things are rather peaceful in the cities." He may have a bit of a hard time with his non-human appearance, but perhaps some of the adepti could help him out...

Zhongli listens carefully to Ralsei's explanation of his own world. He hums in consideration, a hand coming up to his chin.

"Your first world..? So you have traveled to other worlds before?" It's always fascinating to see who here has traveled to distant worlds and who hasn't. "And if I may ask, what do you mean by your friends couldn't spend much time with you? Were there extenuating circumstances for their reason to do so?"

Good tidings to you, Ralsei.

I am interested in some more winter wear. I can sew as well, if I might exchange labor for materials?

It's a pleasure to speak with you! I have plenty of fabric to share, too. This merchant was selling the most gorgeous cloth with colors that fade to a lighter shade around the edges... What colors do you like?

I like a number of colors, but reds are very dashing. More importantly though, I need to sew myself a mourner's outfit. Are there reliable black fabrics or inks?

I'm so sorry for your loss. We do have plenty of blacks in stock. Are you looking for more of a pure black, or one with a purple or blue tinge to it?

Thank you for your kindness.

If possible, the pure blacks would be ideal. I imagine they may be more difficult to dye so I understand if they are more valuable.

Oh, it's not a problem at all, miss! I'm delighted to help. On which note, is there anything else I could do? I know it must be a trying time for you...

I will be quite alright, everyone has been very supportive since I arrived, so I am for once not in need of anything to survive. I had forgotten what civilization was like.

If you are certain! You can drop by my place any time, if you need to. I'm always happy to provide food for friends.

A smiling little goat was drawn, holding a plate of more-detailed cookies.

[Friends! That was kind.]

Abigail says she would like to meet you, so we may come indeed.

I'd be delighted to have you ever any time! Just let me know on here whenever you'd like to come over, and I'll be sure to prepare something you'd like! What're your favorite foods?

The season does encourage something like hot cocoa, but anything would be nice. Don't trouble yourself too much.

Pauline lets out a squawk as Ralsei stumbles outside and into her path, the surprise of it all interrupting her morning walk. It takes a moment for her to really comprehend the situation but before long she quickly approaches, reaching to try and remove the cloth.

"Um, are you alright?" she asks as she tries to figure out the best way to assist. "Here, let me give you a hand...!"

"Oh, thank you!" The bundle of cloth-shaped goat responded.

There's a faint sound of bells that fades with a quiet giggle as Pauline attempts to help. It takes a few pulls, but after a moment, Ralsei spins free!

The shopkeep stumbles in place, blinking as the world spins before him. "Agh. Oof... I think I need a minute." After a second, he topples down to take a seat on the ground, a little more roughly than he intended.

Pauline takes a quick glance around. She could have sworn she heard someone giggling and was considering possibly thinking about telling them that it wasn't very nice to laugh at people, maybe! However, she doesn't see anyone so perhaps she was mistaken.

She kneels next to him, while doing her best to try and fold the cloth over her arms now that he's no longer stuck in it.

"Are you like, okay? What the heck happened?"

"I'm, um..." Ralsei pats himself down, shaking out his limbs one after the other. "I'm okay, I think?"

He rubbed over his face heavily with a paw, waiting for the world to stop spinning before he made any more efforts than that to move. After a couple dozen seconds, he takes a soft breath.

"Goodness. Um. Sorry about that... I'm not entirely sure what's going on. Since the day after I launched my store, it's seemed like everything's going wrong. Misplaced things, tripping over all and sundry, the like." He rubs his face again and gets back up, using the outside wall of his shop to stay steady.

"Thank you for the help, though! It's much appreciated."

"Oh, like, don't mention it! I'm glad I was able to help!"

She stands back up and looks towards the shop, a mild frown on her face. That certainly sounds like a mystery. She takes a moment to think about what he's said, then moves to open the door for him.

"It's only been happening since you opened shop, though? That can't be a coincidence, right?"

His smile lights up the street. Ralsei dusts himself off after a moment, and by the time he's done, his savior is already opening the door for him.

"Thank you!" He beams, stepping inside and holding his arms wide as if to say, 'ta-da'! "I'm, um, you probably know already, but I'm Ralsei! It's a pleasure to meet you, miss!"

Ralsei visibly thinks for a moment. "You're not wrong, but I don't know what could have happened. If I upset anyone, I'd like to know, so I could do better..." There's another faint tinkling of bells.

It gets a strange look from Ralsei, but there's no further response.

"I'm Pauline. Nice to meet you."

Smiling, she steps in after him and glances around. She's honestly pretty impressed. Everything is so cute. Pauline's smile fades as she listens to his concerns. Her posture straightens just a little when she hears those bells and she raises an eyebrow, letting out a thoughtful hum.

"It might not be someone that's angry at you. Maybe someone is jealous of your shop here. Or someone is using the opportunity to be a prankster?"

"Oh, hm, maybe?" He frowns, glancing around, as if whatever spectre that was haunting him would jump out at the revelation.

"Y'know, if..." He pauses abruptly. He'd met at least a few of the more... friendly trickster types around. There wasn't a lot in common between them, but the one thing he'd noticed was they all had a strong sense of pride. Maybe it's best not to offer them clothes for free.

"Well, I've been pretty thoroughly defeated here. Even needed Pauline's help." He says to the air, facing away from her. "Whoever's responsible, could I convince you to take an offering of clothes in exchange for stopping?"

There's another sound of bells, quieter and closer together. This time, they last long enough to track them to a little hand-and-a-half-tall sprite whose head was poking over one of the clothing racks. They looked very smug. "I won!" Their voice rang out.

Ralsei let out a soft sigh of relief and mouthed a 'Thank you' over at Pauline.

Pauline raises an eyebrow, a bit confused, when Ralsei first starts to speak to seemingly no one and looks around the shop. However, when she spots the little sprite, she jumps just a bit, letting out a quiet "Oh!"

She gives him a small smile and vague 'don't worry about it' motion with her hand.

"Not quite what I expected...," she says, before leaning down a little bit, adopting a quieter tone. "Someone you're like, familiar with or...?"

Ralsei shakes his head, peering over at the sprite. He'd never seen them before, but... well, this seems like the best way to resolve things. "Um, do you want to be fitted for them now or--"

Abruptly, a puff of smoke obfuscated a sheet of paper falling into Ralsei's face. He coughs. Cinnamon?... weird. The paper had written in neat, nearly-unreadable olde englishe the measurements. They were written out in words, no numbers. The blue-hatted sprite gave another smug grin.

...He wasn't going to verbally say the sprite he'd just gotten off his back was annoying, but he was going to think it loudly. "Um, measurements," He says, waving the paper. "Thank you," He adds after a moment, directed at the sprite.

They responded with a nod, squeaky voice filling the air, "I expect mine done by the end of the day," and glanced at Pauline. "And clothes for her, too! I'll not owe her any Favors."

She looks at the paper over his shoulder and wonders for a moment if the way it's written is just another way of being an annoyance. However, her head snaps up when the sprite demands clothes for her as well. It's honestly a bit embarrassing. After all, she had been trying to help reduce the amount of trouble Ralsei had.

"Uh, no, um no one owes me any favors at all!" she says, a bit nervously. She whispers to Ralsei, just in case the little prankster is still listening. "You, um, you don't have to do that for me, really."

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