Homegirls Helping Homegirls
Roleplaying Log: Homegirls Helping Homegirls
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Rozmeri asks Trish for directions, Trish gets Rozmeri's help with finding costume shops.

Other Characters Referenced:
IC Date: July 05, 2019
IC Location: West Chelsea Park, Gotham City
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 06 Jul 2019 02:43
Rating & Warnings: PG (Light swearing in parts)
NPC & GM Credits:
Associated Plots

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The West Chelsea Park is most definitely a busy place. In the late afternoon the amount of foot traffic has only barely started to show signs of slowing downs. Along the water, people stop to take in the view, the remainder of the sun sparkling on the water in the late afternoon light.

Come to take in the views as well is none other than actress turned singer turned radio show host, Trish Walker. In a red dress and heels, purse resting on her lap, she watches the beautiful sight before her, enjoying how peaceful it seems. Picking up a coffee cup from the on the bench beside her, she takes a sip.

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Kids these days are always on their cell phones. Even in a gorgeous park in the middle of the city, there's another one with a camera raised, photographing the water as they walk instead of simply enjoying the sunset. Well, not quite kid- low to mid 20s, dark hair collected into two low buns behind each ear, wearing black shorts, wedge glitter blue converses, a pink cropped hoodie— and a particulate face mask? Well, at least it's a cute one, pink with unicorns and stars on it.

After a few photos, she continues walking, though by the way she checks her phone and then looks around, she may not… actually know where she's going. Luckily, there is someone not doing ANYTHING just sitting on the bench there, so Rozmeri approaches, tugging the face mask down (and immediately sneezing once before she rubs at her nose) and offers a smile. "Hi! Sorry for buggin you. Do you know how I can get Downtown? I'm lookin' for this…" She holds the phone towards Trish, pointing with a purple nail towards one of the Gotham U buildings.

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While she's not unaccustomed to people approaching her, Trish blinks when it's an enquiry regarding directions rather than for, say, an autograph or to answer that yes, she is indeed Patsy from It's Patsy. It could be the relative age, age of who has approached her, being younger. Regardless, the reason for not being recognized doesn't matter, it's refreshing to be asked about anything else without her past being brought up first.

"You're looking for that building in particular?" She looks up at the younger woman with her grey eyes. "I'm afraid I don't know my way around town that well. I'm not from Gotham. However, I have been here enough to tell you that," She clucks her tongue and looks around, finally pointing in a particular direction, "you want to go that way to get back Downtown." She smiles kindly. "That building looks familiar, though. Do you mind if I ask where it is?"

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Rozmeri grins, no enlightenment even after Trish speaks— except maybe a small furrow of her brow. But who knows, a lot of people sound alike. So she nods when Trish questions her, looking faintly disappointed, then pleased in turn when Trish says she can help, leaning back and looking towards where Trish pointed, shifting the face mask back on. "Just straight over there?" She confirms, before turning back to Trish and grinning - well, one can't see the grin, but they can see the crinkle of her eyes behind the glasses.

"I forget the name of the building itself, but it's where Gotham University's got one of their computer labs. I got this international business class that's all being done with online lectures." An eyeroll, "Which you'd *think* means I could do it at home in pajamas but no, legit the lab is listed as the classroom space."

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"Just in that direction. That'll get you downtown in a jiffy." That much Trish can remember. "By the way, I just gotta say, I love your nails. They are fantastic." They look like something she'd have done to her own nails at some point in her life. They're definitely her style. Or were at one point, anyway.

"Oh! Gotham University! That's great! Really great. Honestly. I've heard good things about the school." Trish continues to smile, nodding. "And international business?" She lets out a low whistle. "I can't even imagine. Gotta have some brains for that."

* * *

Again that eye-crinkle behind the mask, as Rozmeri grins at the compliment and leans back towards Trish, splaying her hands to show off the nails, "Isn't it cute? It's Flying Dragon by China Glaze. I got it on sale before I got here. Like, a whoooole collection, but Glaze always has some poppin' colors."

The excitement doesn't go away, but it does change into a sort of embarrassed smugness when Trish mentions how great her school is and her classes, both hands slipping into the pockets of her hoodie as she scuffs those wedges in the glass, "Yeah, I was pretty happy when I got the scholarship." It sounds like 'scholaship' - Trish might recognize the traces of Wash Heights in her accent. "I'm actually not majoring in International Business but like, I'm in business and everything is like international now, soooo."

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"The China Glaze collection, huh? No wonder I like it so much. I used to wear some of their stuff a lot a few years back." Trish looks at the nails closely as they're being shown off. "My current job is rather boring and won't let me wearing anything as flashy or cool as that, unfortunately. But hey, wear it as long as you can pull it off. Trust me, it's worth it." She grins.

"Well, you're not wrong. Everything's becoming more and more international these days, huh? It's hard to not have a bit of international experience in anything you do." She agrees, with a tiny shrug as if to say 'What can you do?' She tilts her head a little bit and looks at Rozmeri. "I may be out of line here, but you're not from Gotham originally, are you?"

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"Waaaas it the whole dependin on google maps thing?" Rozmeri's tone is teasing, as much herself as Trish, and she shakes her head, "Nah, I was born and raised in New York City. But the Wayne Foundation has a *killer* scholarship program for people doin' their Masters, and you'd be surprised how few Master scholarships there are." A hand rises, to push her glasses up and also subtly adjust the mask, pulling it on and off again, "Unlucky for me is my sinuses are not used to the Gotham air. How's the city smaller but somehow more irritating?" She grumbles.

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Chuckling, Trish shakes her head. "No. It's just…how you said something, honestly." She smiles kindly. "I'm from New York, too. You reminded me a little bit of home." Granted she hasn't spent too much time in the Heights, but she knows the accents of the City well enough to fairly well identify them when she hears them. "Oh, the Wayne Foundation. I know they do some good work. It's a great foundation. That reminds me…" She digs through her purse and pulls out a daily planner and a pen. "Bruce Wayne…Wayne Foundation…" She murmurs to her self as she writes it down, quickly putting it back down.

She clears her throat and smiles. "Everything's more compact here." She explains in regard to the sinus comment. "More pollen per square foot than in New York, I'd imagine. Well, except for when you're at Central Park, but that's just hard to avoid." She shakes her head. "I might have…" She digs through her purse and pulls out some over the counter medicine. "It's just your general allergies over the counter stuff, but it might help?"

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"Seriously? That's awesome!" Rozmeri grins again, removing a hand to hold it out towards Trish, "I'm Rozmeri." It sounds like something between "Rose Marie" and "Rose Merry." "Do you live here now, or are you just visiting?" She wonders, before adding, "And yeah. People here definitely got an accent." Sure, all of Gotham has the accent. There's a curious sort of lean forward when Trish takes out that planner and discusses her scholarship, curious - not particularly stealthy, however. Passing curiosity as to what else the pair might have in common.

She does wave off the pills, shaking her head, "Naaaah. I mean, thank you, but I'm good." She taps the side of the medical mask, "Mami says my body might be overreactin' to a new environment and I should do exposure, see if I get used to it."

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"It's nice to meet you, Rozmeri." She extends her hand to the younger woman. "I'm Trish." She shakes her head 'no' to the question. "I'm here for an event, which is actually happening tomorrow, but I thought I'd come in a day early." Trish explains. "Better than stressing with travel and then getting reading, especially since it's basically a costume party." She rolls her eyes a bit at that.

"There's no denying the accent difference here." Trish chuckles a bit. "There's a definite difference. Give me any one of New York's accents any day." She grins and chuckles. Putting the medicine back, she nods. "Well, I hope whatever's going on disappears quickly. Whenever my sinuses act up, I always remember how much I love having them clear!"

* * *

"Sounds poppin'." Rozmeri says, regarding the costume party. She also sounds really skeptical, because when is an 'event' ever actually fun? Her hands slip back into the pocket of the cropped hoodie, nodding, "Yeah, lucky it's just Jersey, though. Can still take weekend trips back to civilization." Rozmeri jokes, and reaches to unconsciously adjust her mask again, "Yeah, probably give it a few days and it'll settle down, or I'll start taking something for it if it doesn't. I mean, I'm gonna be here a while, I gotta be able to function, you know?" A grin. "What're you going as? At your costume party?"

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"Fair enough. We're not too far from home. But still, sometimes it's nice to just relax and put your feet up." Which is Trish's own reason for coming a day early. "Well, I hope it all works out. Really, it's never fun to be to be caught in an environment that stuffs you up, even a little bit."

"Oh, well, it's a 1920s themed party." She explains. "So I mean, I guess it could actually be fun? Honestly, I don't know much about the 1920s, but that they maybe had flashy dresses? And headbands that had feathers sticking out of them? So that's probably what I'll do." It sounds more like she's thinking aloud, almost as if she hadn't already got her outfit together yet.

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"So wait," Rozmeri is side-eyeing Trish so hard right now, up and down and back again to make eye contact, "You traveled to another state, even got here early, to go to this party— and you don't even have a /costume/ planned?" Rozmeri looks appalled, shaking her head, "Girl, you need better time management skills. And maybe a to-do list." Rozmeri informs Trish, straight-out as she pulls her cellphone from her bag and starts clicking away at the screen.

"Ooooh, it's this stuff! It's like, jazz and that movie with Tiana in it. The Princess and the Frog. Yeah, you can probably just buy like, an old lady dress a few sizes to big with some tiny feathery hat or something. Or maybe just go in a suit with suspenders or something." Scroll, scroll. Rozmeri sits down near Trish, leaning to show her the pinterest screen of clothes. "This doesn't seem like something you can just put together out of stuff you own— at least not if you dress right most days. But I mean, I guess it's *possible* you can shop for everything and pull it together."

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"Hey now, I've got perfectly good time management skills. I just don't always have 'Is this the best costume for me?' skills!" Trish actually laughs a little, though. Not at Rozmeri, more at herself. "But you do have a good point. I'm really more concerned about who the party's for, but then again, I should be dressed appropriately, shouldn't I?"

There's a little nod of acknowledgement in regard to the reference of the era. "Yeah, that's right. Tiana's a good reference point." It's as good as any, really. "But if I check out the proper shops and everything, I'm sure I can pull something nice together that doesn't look half bad." She hopes. "Unless you have some ideas for me?"

* * *

"One sec." Rozmeri says, her fingers taking away the screen as she begins to search. There's swiping, typing, and focus going on! After long pause of this, she explains (still digging) "I'm just checkin' to see if there are any vintage shops around here— what's your budget?" Rozmeri pauses, once again fiddling with her mask and pushing her glasses up before she looks back at the phone, "There are a couple of costume places with good yelp reviews, but if this is like, some classy shit and you aren't afraid of spending money, I'd go with like, one of them boutique vintage places. Lemme get that pen and paper a sec, I'll write up a list of these stores. They're all over town, though. You might be running around." She warns. But Rozmeri is efficient! It's not even amazing computer skills, really - it's all google maps, keyword searches, and review websites. Just… very efficiently cross-referencing and snowballing.

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"Well now, aren't you the efficient one? I could use someone like you around more often!" Trish doesn't have a regular assistant to help her with this stuff, making her with Rozmeri lived in New York instead of Gotham! She's impressed enough with the girl as is already.

"Hmm?" She perks up. "Oh, yes. Right." She digs through her purse, not for long since they're near the top, for the pen and the notebook and she passes them off to Rozmeri. "I'm not worried about budget, so don't be afraid to add in a few more of the expensive places on there."

* * *

"Yeah, I earned that bachelor's. Plus I interned as a PA for a year. I got mad good at all KINDS of random sudden stuff." Rozmeri laughs, shaking her head as she takes the pen and notebook, setting it down on her knee and creating three lists: rent, buy, and close, and putting down stores. "Rent's gonna be like, costume shops. That's your last resort, but one of them's like, professional rent-a-dress so it's not all bad. Buy's like, vintage shops and stuff you can call and see if they have anything jazzy in your size." Indeed, the 'buy' section has phone numbers, which aren't present in the other two. "And Close is for like, Close enough. Like you can find some shit you can throw together to look kind of 1920s. There was a forum post about it." She explains the last one.

It takes a bit - there aren't very many, maybe 2-4 places under each line, but Rozmeri double checks each entry, and finally adds a few stars to each of the places, before giving the list and her phone a triple check, and handing it over towards Trish, "Okay. The best reviewed ones I put stars near, but mira, don't just depend on those, you know? They're also the pricey ones. Definitely call ahead if you have a phone number to save yourself a trip on all of these. And next time, don't leave your costume last minute. You probably still have to find a decent salon if it's that level of event— but I'm gonna leave that to you since you probably know your hair better than I do."

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"You're a life saver is what you are." Trish watches as she writes down all the information. "I have a sort-of assistant at my office, but she doesn't take care of anything like this. I definitely need someone around who can do this sort of stuff for me." She'd much prefer to pay someone to help her with this sort of daily routine, especially when she's busy doing other research.

"I really appreciate this, Rozmeri. Honestly. I know it was probably simple for you, but it still means a lot for me that you did this." She smiles and nods. "The hairdo I actually have covered. I'm getting it done just before the party. That way I know it'll look good. That gives me at least a portion of tomorrow to get the rest of the outfit." Digging once more through her purse, she pulls out a card and holds it out for Rozmeri. On it is her name Trish Walker, with the Trish Talk and its logo underneath, accompanied by WNEX Radio, and then a couple of phone numbers. "If there's anyway I can thank you, Rozmeri, just let me know. The second number, with the C next to it, is the best way to reach me."

* * *

"If you go to a ton of events, I super recommend getting like, a part-time PA or an event planner or something that handles like, party shit." Rozmeri says, waving away the thanks as she hands Trish the book again, just giving a shrug and grinning, scratching at her nose. "And don't worry about it. Just think of it as me doin' a homegirl a solid since you helped me out too." Her tone s casual, even when she reaches for the business card. She looks like she's just about to pocket it, but then Trish mentions the 'C' and she glances down… then does a double take and stares at it. Squints. Then her jaw drops and she looks up, pointing to Trish, "Holyshit you're /Trish/ Trish? Yo, I listened to you all the /time/! Yooooo." A hand goes up to cover her mask as Rozmeri looks down at the card, then she pinches her wrist, shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and then reaches for the notebook (hopefully it's not tucked away yet) to scrawl her own name and email on the top. "Sorry, sorry. Fan freakout moment. I'm chill now. I'm chill. But here's my name and email, hit me up if you have any problems with the stores." She's still squeeing internally. You can almost hear it.

* * *

"That's really sweet. Thank you. My offer still stands, though. I like to help." Trish smiles. "After all, that's what homegirls do, right? We help each other?" Not a term she uses often, or at all, really, 'homegirl', but when in Rome, right? Or Gotham. "Besides, I just pointed you in the general direction. You still have to make your way there, right?"

She smiles and nods a little bit, shrugging. "Yeah. That's me. That Trish. From the show It's Patsy…and then that short music career…and now the radio!" She smiles a little wider. Her notebook and pen are sitting near the top of her purse, easy to grab. She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head. "Hey, who knows…I may even hit you up to see if you have suggestions for other things, too. Like some good places for fly nails in Gotham. Not necessarily for tomorrow, but in general if I'm in town for other stuff." She gives a serious nod.

* * *

Rozmeri shakes her head - not in denial, just to get her bearings. Trish the ex-child star and now radio host wants to get her nails done with Rozmeri. But hey. Rozmeri is from New York City. She adjusts shockingly fast to celebrities and personalities. "Yeah, sure. It might take me some time to like, figure out Gotham but it can't be any more complicated than back home, right? But yeah, feel free to call me when you're back in town, if I'm not full up on course work we'll go do something."

* * *

Checking her watch, Trish frowns. "I should probably get to the hotel and start organizing." She stands and extends a hand to Rozmeri. "It's been quite the pleasure meeting you today. I look forward to meeting you again soon." She motions to Rozmeri's purse where her card now rests. "And don't forget, if there's anything you need, that I can pay you back with in thanks, just let me know. Us New York girls need to stick together, after all." She gives Rozmeri a little wink. "Have a good rest of your day."


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