Puttin' on the Ritz

[velesdonnersen]

Who:  Tarvek Sturmvoraus, Egon Spengler, Ilsa Higa Spengler

What: Tux fitting.

When: Early Evening

Where:  Garage,  1490 Kramden Road

Warnings:  Impassioned Fashionisto trying to perfect the tuxedo of a dedicated science nerd who collects fungus. Can Tarvek convince Egon it's all really an advanced topographical experiment?

 

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[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek's got the tux in a very good garment bag, a box containing proper, polished dress shoes, a shirt, cumberbund, and tie. Sweet lightening, this is a trial run: must be sure everything works. He's also got an extremely nice leather doctor's satchel containing a workmanlike set of tailoring tools. There is a gleam of fierce determination in his eye...]

Ilsa? Can you come out here a moment?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa pokes her head in from the kitchen, confused. Tarvek usually came in by the front door. ]

Something up?

[ She checks the garage lab for Egon. ]

[dr_spengler]

[This is all happening rather quickly and Egon hasn't even had a chance to voice his objection yet. He's sitting at his work table, eying that garment bag warily.]

Tarvek, I don't think this is necessary.

[Especially since he, you know, plans on NOT going to that dance.]

[velesdonnersen]

Egon, do I tell you how to hunt ghosts? Nein, no, I'll try again, because I'd have far too much fun telling you how to hunt ghosts. But I do not, on a regular basis, tell you how to dress. Though someone should. For this, though... Ilsa deserves that we both do her proud. And yes. A proper fitting is necessary. You do not wish to shame or disappoint Ilsa.

[Honestly a bit puzzled.]

Can you really not have any interest in what you would look like, just once, in a truly well-made suit?

[Some things are alien to him. The idea of simply not caring about looking good, ever, at all, bewilders him.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ To Tarvek, she grins. ] He's probably thinking I'll insist he leave the equipment here.

[ She leans against the doorjamb and raises an eyebrow at Egon. ] I, for one, would like to see you dressed to the nines.

Tell you what - you go to the dance, you get me in the lab.

[dr_spengler]

[Egon isn't very impressed or moved by Tarvek's speech. In fact, if anything, he's rolling his eyes on the inside. It isn't until Ilsa offers herself up as a test subject that Egon's interest is piqued and he actually considers this dance thing seriously.]

... How long do I have to stay?

[velesdonnersen]

[Quick as a whip, Tarvek raises a finger to make sure Ilsa doesn't miss this chance.]

Time for time: an hour in the lab for every hour at the party. Not one second less. And I'm there playing minion and spotter: I know more than enough to track what you're doing.

Ilsa, do you have anything to add?

[ooeeooahah]

Hmm...

[ Ilsa smiles, and turns to Egon. ]

If you cooperate with Tarvek and whatever he's got whipped up in that garment bag, I'd be willing to increase the ratio - two hours of lab time for every hour spent socializing.

[ Her smile turns speculative. ]

I might even help you rig the sensors for the equipment at the rec center before the dance.

[dr_spengler]

[Eyebrow raise. Considers Ilsa's offer. Considers Tarvek's garment bag...... Considers Ilsa's offer again...

Big, dramatic sigh.]

Alright, let's see it.

[He's still not guaranteeing anything at this point, but he's willing to at least look at what's in the bag.]

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek, seeing Egon's attitude, almost wishes he'd designed something from his world and era--something with trim, lace, braid, patterned insets, and vast, sweeping skirts such as any proper greatcoat should have. But he didn't...]

[He hangs the garment bag up from a nail in the supporting beams of the garage, and unzips it. It is mainly elegant and black, though of superb quality. Tarvek has actually taken Egon's lack of experimental fashion fortitude into account, and has gone for the most classic style he can find. He removes the tux and gently hands it to Egon, along with the shirt. The tie and cumberbund can wait till Tarvek can help with it.]

Please, please, when you dress, treat it gently. Like it was made of the only copy you own of a great scientist's notes? Do not crush it.

[He's having to struggle not to offer to help Egon into the suit as though he were the other man's valet. He resists not out of too much price, but because he's quite aware he and Egon would end up smacking each other like quarreling little boys.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa manages to not giggle at the at Tarvek's description of how to treat the suit. Also recognizing his state when it comes to dressing someone. Maybe that will come later. ]

I'll let you two get the suit fitted. Supper will be ready in an hour, so try not to kill each other, hm?

[ She's not leaving for Egon's physical modesty, since he has none, but for Tarvek's nerves. ]

[dr_spengler]

[Have an eyeroll, both of you. Egon thinks this is WAY too much effort to go through for a silly dance. Still, the suit is surprisingly simple with a classic design. Nothing frilly or overdone or garish. He wasn't expecting that from Tarvek.]

We're gentlemen. If there's any killing to be done it'll be after dinner.

[He eyes the suit and the one handing it to him, and then starts to take it into the house to change. Egon might have little consideration for others' nakedness but not necessarily his own.]