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Characters: Kyle Rayner and you!
Date: Same day he arrives.
Location: All around Keeliai.
Situation: Kyle is exploring.
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment; will update if necessary.
Note: I wrote in prose, but [action] is more than welcome, as are multiple threads. For reference, Kyle's current Lantern uniform looks like this.

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"Shouldn't be too hard. There's plenty of options around here. I managed to find two." Granted, one of them required an audition...but that was a special case.

Zatanna was almost too outwardly comfortable with the idea of making a not-quite-afterlife on Keelai. The thought of sticking around for a while should have been distressing, even after two months' time. She should've had a life of her own to live back home.

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'What are you working as?' She'd been a stage magician back home, but he couldn't really see that happening for this Zatanna.

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"During the day, I work at one of the local ice cream parlors." Surprise? Bet you weren't expecting that. "And a few nights a week, I have a second shift over at one of the magic shops on the border of Wood and Fire." That was more like it.

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Kyle was surprised at the ice cream parlour, but the magic shop definitely seemed more up Zatanna's alley. Magic, and all. A thought occurred to him. 'So do I get free ice cream or what?'

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"If I gave free ice cream to everyone I knew, I'd be fired as a business risk."

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Kyle made an "hurt" face. 'Well that settles it; I'm not giving you a friendship bracelet.'

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Seriously, Kyle? A friendship bracelet? She wasn't 9.

"I think I'll live."

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'Just kidding!' Yeesh, that was a very Zatanna look she'd just given him. He felt like he was staring at her older self scolding him for something.

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One last wary glance, and she relaxed. Returning her attention to the streets.

There were a few places she was already familiar with. A hat shop she'd been to just a few days ago. Most of their wintery head-ware was all handwoven and incredibly soft. A pair of teen boutiques, one specializing in preppy styles while the other was more casual. Neither of those would probably interest him.

A few blocks down, however, was a men's shop. Judging by the mannequins in the store front, they carried a very dressy casual collection, but a second glance beyond showed a much wider range of selections.

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He regarded the other shops with a designer's curiosity, noting the influences and absorbing the atmosphere, but his gaze didn't linger for long. When it fell on the men's shop, he showed much more interested and looked in through the window at some interesting clothes. 'Do you mind if we pop in to this one?'

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"Not at all." She figured, once they were close enough to see what was inside. "After you."

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He walked inside and immediately busied himself by looking at a few shirts. Green was too obvious a choice, he went for blues, picking out a dark shade and showing it to her. 'What do you think?'

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She applauded his color choice restraint; glancing up over the rack of shirts she'd been absently rummaging through, she gave it a moments consideration before nodding. Then pulled out a black and white button-up.

"This could work, too." Maybe?

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'Hey, that's nice. Do they have a fitting room?'

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"In the back."

She didn't bother looking to check if this was the case. Stores like these always had dressing rooms in the back.

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He picked out a couple more and headed to the back to try them on. They were a reasonable fit, and they seemed durable enough. He was going to ring up his uniform over them anyway so it wasn't like they'd be terribly damaged.

He came out with his selection of three shirts and put the rest back. 'How much do these cost?'

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She was checking out a few selections from the juniors' department in the meanwhile. Mostly to pass the time, though there were one or two that had managed to catch her eye. She quickly put them back when he came out, however, and glanced over at the racks they came from.

"Not too much. I think one of them was on sale, even, so I should have plenty to cover."

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'Okay, I'll take these to start with.' He looked quizzically at some of the other racks. 'Do they have jeans?'

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"Umm..." She had to lift onto her toes to get a better view, just barely reaching above most of the racks to begin with. "I'm not sure. If not, we can always try another store."

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'Allright, then. Let's go pay for these.' Kyle started looking for a sales counter of some kind.

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There were three open registers at the center of the store, and the shortest line had only one other person ahead of them. Within a few minutes, Zatanna was able to have their acquisitions rung up, bagged, and paid for. She kept the receipt in the bag so Kyle would know how much he owed her.

Back outside, she directed him to the end of the block, before indicating to the right.

"Down this way. Two blocks, I think? I know they sell jeans there, but I can't remember if they'd carry your size or not." Since she wasn't used to looking for clothing for grown men.

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Kyle fished the receipt out, double checked what was on it, and then put it back inside the bag, before he followed Zatanna's gesture down the block. 'It's worth checking out, right?'

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She was already heading in that direction before he'd even finished his question, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Unless you have somewhere else to be."

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'Nope.' He followed immediately, keeping pace with her.

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It wasn't hard, given her short stature.

The next place she took him too was more unisex, apparently devoted to hand-tailored pants of various styles and sizes. Sure enough, there was a men's section in the back right corner.