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a. Shibuya

Sumire's been meaning to expand her wardrobe for a while now, both here and at home. Kasumi chose everything for the both of them, so she only has the vaguest idea of what she's doing.

But! She has a - a date sometime soon! With a cute girl! So surely that means she needs to be able to dress to impress.

She's wandering around various clothing stores, occasionally consulting a packet of paper with labeled illustrations of various cuts of clothing. Sharp eyes might recognise the handwriting as Ann's, but the artwork decidedly is not. Even with that guidance, though, she... could use some help.

b. Tartarus

If Sumire's going to be any kind of use in Midnight-san's Palace, she needs some practice, and it's far better to get that practice with other people than to try to go into a cognitive space alone. Since there are regular Tartarus runs, she's opting to get in on one of those.

Even if the Dark Hour setting in and the high school exploding upward into a giant tower is... kind of alarming.

In proper Phantom Thief tradition, her outfit does change when she steps into the tower, but if anyone was expecting her to match the Violet they know, they're in for a shock. She's still wearing a leotard and long boots, but the leotard and its bolero jacket are a deep greenish-black, and the boots, more obviously green, have a faint snakeskin pattern. Sumire's gloves are blue-violet, and her hair pulls itself back into a bun, emerald-studded pins holding it in place.

She may be new to Persona combat, but she's ready to give it a go.

Threaded | Flat

If Violet had wondered where Hamuko was that night, since she hadn't stopped by the dorm since the afternoon, here answer would be available right there in the first floor of Tartarus - perched a bit casually on the stairs, still wearing casual clothes, was Hamuko herself.

She'd waited at the school gates and waltzed in early. For the moment she seemed wrapped up in sharpening the blade of a naginata, whistling to herself. Man, the worst part was still her headphones not working... she apparently missed the magical Christmas presents, and headphones that worked during the Dark Hour would've been fantastic. Oh well.

Zenkichi had been through a lot in his life—grueling investigations, high-stakes battles, post end of the world apocalypse, now dealing with teenagers who could summon mythological figures to fight eldritch horrors—but somehow, this was what was testing his patience.

Shopping.

For someone who technically didn’t have a physical body.

“Alright, alright, I get it, I get it! You want a wardrobe change. Loud and clear,” he muttered, rubbing his temple.

“Damn right I do!” Akane’s voice shot back with the exact level of enthusiasm he had come to expect. Her projection floated beside him, arms crossed over her usual grey jumpsuit and black jacket combo. “I refuse to keep rocking the same look forever. I’m not some NPC with a default outfit.”

“Well, it’s not like you can actually wear this stuff yet,” Zenkichi grumbled, scratching his head before flipping through a rack of jackets. “You do remember that, right?”

“Yet,” Akane emphasized, crossing her arms. “Once we’re back in a cognitive space, I’m making it happen. You wouldn’t deny your beloved Akane a sense of personal style, would you, Pops?”

Zenkichi sighed, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like How did I raise such a little gremlin? before holding up a black hoodie with neon pink highlights. “…Alright, how about this? It’s got that sleek digital aesthetic. Very ‘AI with a soul’ or whatever.”

Akane examined it, tilting her head before nodding sagely. “That’s one contender. But I need options.”