[Scenario A, will do others on request. The subject line couldn't even fit his whole short story name so I place this here]
Before his arrival, Alessandro Tarabotti had heard others marvel at the audacity of naming a ship the Titanic II. Naturally, coming from a full half century before the unfortunate incident, Mr. Tarabotti found himself less amused at the curse they invoked upon themselves (but then Curse-breakers were inherently skeptical of such things). No, he was horrified at the situation he'd landed himself in.
Not a cravat in sight. No flares to any frocks-- no frock coats at all, not even double breasted. Under the circumstances, he would have found that forgivable. Yet they'd discarded the tasteless in favor of attire as beyond salvation. As for the dresses--
Hm, well. He could make allowance for the ladies' new garb. Much more revealing. Sadly the same could not be said for many of the men.
Mr. Tarabotti turned his head slightly when he heard someone approach. Ah, another 'Legionnaire.' Interesting group. Horrible dress as well, of course, but the ones who embraced skintight uniforms had an undeniable, if undignified, appeal.
"Do you think we should let them be? Such fashion, I would be ashamed to be seen without a cravat," he said. Well ignoring the fact that many people here would be ashamed to be seen with a cravat. Or perhaps, fully realizing it and finding it all the more abominable.
Alessandro Tarabotti | The Curious Case of the Werewolf That Wasn't/Parasol Protectorate
Before his arrival, Alessandro Tarabotti had heard others marvel at the audacity of naming a ship the Titanic II. Naturally, coming from a full half century before the unfortunate incident, Mr. Tarabotti found himself less amused at the curse they invoked upon themselves (but then Curse-breakers were inherently skeptical of such things). No, he was horrified at the situation he'd landed himself in.
Not a cravat in sight. No flares to any frocks-- no frock coats at all, not even double breasted. Under the circumstances, he would have found that forgivable. Yet they'd discarded the tasteless in favor of attire as beyond salvation. As for the dresses--
Hm, well. He could make allowance for the ladies' new garb. Much more revealing. Sadly the same could not be said for many of the men.
Mr. Tarabotti turned his head slightly when he heard someone approach. Ah, another 'Legionnaire.' Interesting group. Horrible dress as well, of course, but the ones who embraced skintight uniforms had an undeniable, if undignified, appeal.
"Do you think we should let them be? Such fashion, I would be ashamed to be seen without a cravat," he said. Well ignoring the fact that many people here would be ashamed to be seen with a cravat. Or perhaps, fully realizing it and finding it all the more abominable.