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Mar. 3rd, 2011 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressSo, last night Racheline linked to the most amazingly ridiculous fashion trend ever: pinstripe suits where the pinstripes are actually comprised of words, small enough to not be immediately noticed.
I. Covet.
Everything to do with this idea, I like. I like suits, I like words, I like secrets, and I adore the concept of being read. So basically, this is the intersection of everything I want in the world, and if I only had a spare 13,000 dollars (note: Did not add a zero) I would be pouring over ideas until I could think of something perfect for my suit to say.
At any rate, she asked people to offer what they want their suit to say, and clearly more importantly, to offer what the suits of various fictional characters would say. Someone else offered Zaphod --"GALACTIC PRESIDENT, BABY!"
And so I promptly committed fic.
TITLE: "Trying for Title Eight"
RATING: G
WORDS: 356
***
No one in the galaxy could pull of a purple suit with blindingly sublime green pinstripes. Fortunately, most people didn’t try. Unfortunately, Arthur was currently sharing a spaceship with one of the fools who would –he had been reading the guide when Zaphod made a triumphant entrance, posing to emphasize the canary-yellow cravat that finished the outfit.
“What on Earth are you wearing?” Arthur asked, wishing rather fervently that Zaphod hadn’t lost or broken every pair of Joo-Janta Peril Sensitive Sunglasses on the ship.
“Oh, Earth-man, cool, yeah! You wouldn’t believe how mind-bogglingly expensive these threads were, but look at the colours, man! Hoopy yeah?”
Arthur stared bleakly. “Yeah?” he offered tentatively, wincing as Zaphod launched over the couch to sit next to him.
“Well just check out the best part!” Zaphod chuckled, thrust an arm under Arthur’s nose, and smiled broadly. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the colours were not so much ‘clashing’ as ‘having declared war to last for generations’. Arthur felt his eyes start to water as he stared in horror at the little green letters crawling along the purple wool.
“Zaphod, your suit has words on it.” he managed to explain, wondering if he could get a headache by staring too long, or maybe if this was another one of those moments where he already had a headache, and just hadn’t noticed yet.
“GALACTIC PRESIDENT, BABY!” Zaphod exclaimed, waving his arms in a grandoise fashion. He thrust the other arm under Arthur’s nose, and continued “And the pants say “BEST BANG SINCE THE BIG ONE” -did you hear about that, Centri’s such a nice girl. I’m still trying to decide on the vest, I can’t choose between “COOL ENOUGH TO KEEP A SIDE OF MEAT FRESH FOR A WEEK” and “SO HIP I HAVE TROUBLE SEEING OVER MY OWN PELVIS”. What do you think, Earth-man?”
Arthur stood, suddenly very badly craving tea, or really, any excuse to extricate himself from the conversation. “How about “seven-time winner, worst-dressed sentient being in the universe”". As he stalked from the room towards the kitchens, he could hear Zaphod call out behind him:
“That’s no good –I’m going for win number eight!”
I'm torn. On the one hand, I want to keep figuring out what the perfect ideal ridiculous suit would say1. On the other...
Man does this make for awesome fanfic drabble. I've got a bit of Roxy Wasserman percolating, and someone was pointing out how perfectly Lucius this is.
What would your suit say? What would the suits of the characters you love say?
~Sor
MOOP!
1: "PINSTRIPE" is a pretty excellent suggestion if you're going for only one word, and of course "MOOP!" is the first thing I think of for things like this. I would basically eat a baby to have a suit with the full text of "Torn Apart and Devoured by Lions" which is such a great story from Machine of Death. Someone in the comments of Rach's post suggested the digits of pi, as many as would fit, which makes my eyes go wide and my brain go "want!"
There's a lot of good stuff out there. Fun little mental exercise!
I. Covet.
Everything to do with this idea, I like. I like suits, I like words, I like secrets, and I adore the concept of being read. So basically, this is the intersection of everything I want in the world, and if I only had a spare 13,000 dollars (note: Did not add a zero) I would be pouring over ideas until I could think of something perfect for my suit to say.
At any rate, she asked people to offer what they want their suit to say, and clearly more importantly, to offer what the suits of various fictional characters would say. Someone else offered Zaphod --"GALACTIC PRESIDENT, BABY!"
And so I promptly committed fic.
TITLE: "Trying for Title Eight"
RATING: G
WORDS: 356
***
No one in the galaxy could pull of a purple suit with blindingly sublime green pinstripes. Fortunately, most people didn’t try. Unfortunately, Arthur was currently sharing a spaceship with one of the fools who would –he had been reading the guide when Zaphod made a triumphant entrance, posing to emphasize the canary-yellow cravat that finished the outfit.
“What on Earth are you wearing?” Arthur asked, wishing rather fervently that Zaphod hadn’t lost or broken every pair of Joo-Janta Peril Sensitive Sunglasses on the ship.
“Oh, Earth-man, cool, yeah! You wouldn’t believe how mind-bogglingly expensive these threads were, but look at the colours, man! Hoopy yeah?”
Arthur stared bleakly. “Yeah?” he offered tentatively, wincing as Zaphod launched over the couch to sit next to him.
“Well just check out the best part!” Zaphod chuckled, thrust an arm under Arthur’s nose, and smiled broadly. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the colours were not so much ‘clashing’ as ‘having declared war to last for generations’. Arthur felt his eyes start to water as he stared in horror at the little green letters crawling along the purple wool.
“Zaphod, your suit has words on it.” he managed to explain, wondering if he could get a headache by staring too long, or maybe if this was another one of those moments where he already had a headache, and just hadn’t noticed yet.
“GALACTIC PRESIDENT, BABY!” Zaphod exclaimed, waving his arms in a grandoise fashion. He thrust the other arm under Arthur’s nose, and continued “And the pants say “BEST BANG SINCE THE BIG ONE” -did you hear about that, Centri’s such a nice girl. I’m still trying to decide on the vest, I can’t choose between “COOL ENOUGH TO KEEP A SIDE OF MEAT FRESH FOR A WEEK” and “SO HIP I HAVE TROUBLE SEEING OVER MY OWN PELVIS”. What do you think, Earth-man?”
Arthur stood, suddenly very badly craving tea, or really, any excuse to extricate himself from the conversation. “How about “seven-time winner, worst-dressed sentient being in the universe”". As he stalked from the room towards the kitchens, he could hear Zaphod call out behind him:
“That’s no good –I’m going for win number eight!”
I'm torn. On the one hand, I want to keep figuring out what the perfect ideal ridiculous suit would say1. On the other...
Man does this make for awesome fanfic drabble. I've got a bit of Roxy Wasserman percolating, and someone was pointing out how perfectly Lucius this is.
What would your suit say? What would the suits of the characters you love say?
~Sor
MOOP!
1: "PINSTRIPE" is a pretty excellent suggestion if you're going for only one word, and of course "MOOP!" is the first thing I think of for things like this. I would basically eat a baby to have a suit with the full text of "Torn Apart and Devoured by Lions" which is such a great story from Machine of Death. Someone in the comments of Rach's post suggested the digits of pi, as many as would fit, which makes my eyes go wide and my brain go "want!"
There's a lot of good stuff out there. Fun little mental exercise!