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roll: Lose an item.

Before even bothering to try on her own purchases she wanted to make sure that Edith's were taken care of and out of the way. It'd give the golem something to do other than buzz and make a goddamn fuss. Apparently she was in too much of a hurry, however, because one of the sports bras seemed to have fallen out of the bag. Cami, of course, wouldn't notice this until she smugly turned in what she thought was above and beyond the call of duty to find out that it was just adequate.

Of course she got a picture of Caelius trying on a bra over his clothes and once in the dressing room, Edith-golem clutching her bag like a good piece of strange technology, Cami went into a flurry. Several pictures of a scandalous nature were taken and forwarded.



Dressed back in her own clothing and having discarded several things that weren't really necessary and likely to just lie around in a drawer somewhere, she gave America a once-over. "Dear heart, if besotted and generous swain," here she rolled her eyes, "has any problem with that dress...well. He's got bigger problems than that dress let me just say that. It's magical on you." Admiration was clear as, once again, she readied a troop towards the register. "Isn't there an app for that? There has to be."

Taym? Had Taym and America talked about her? Cami wasn't entirely sure how well that sat on her but considering her interactions with the gaunt-looking Death hunter it couldn't have been bad. America had even said that he'd been saying nice things about her but still. A slight frown marred her face as Cami worked through how she felt about it as they moved between stores, shrugging it off as they entered one of her favorite stores in any mall. "Sensible when it counts which is all that matters, I suppose. If you asked Otto he'd just tell you I was a big dumb." This was said with enough affection that it indicated Cami did not mind Otto having this opinion; she likely had one of him in return.

America beelined for the ties and Cami was going to simply bury herself in shorts when she heard a mechanical-edged voice from behind her.

"Wait. I forgot something! We're going back."

Cami turned to stare at the Edith-golem as the simulacrum stared back at her blankly. "Are you kidding me?! We just got here and...uggghhh fine! America, I have to run back for a minute. Wait for me here?" Trooping back into Victoria's Secret she found that they had, indeed, forgotten something. Edith had only one bra in her bag, not two, and the poor sales girl faced with a receipt simply let them pick out another and leave asap.

Back in American Eagle, glaring at her golem companion, she caught back up with the Moon. "I hate these things. I swear they are just out to be difficult." Caelius actually seemed to be the most mild-mannered of all the golems or perhaps it was simply deceptive? "I hear you though, on fundraising. I'm going to be broke as a joke when we're done." She grinned. "My a**'ll look great though." And was that all that mattered?

Enchanted by a pair of swaying hips in a sundress so thin as to be utterly criminal in the best way she let out a soft sigh of appreciation. The sigh turned into a laugh at America's popping motion, eyebrows raising. "Twelve or thirteen at least. Competition on this island is fierce." Though America needn't have worried that Cami meant to go after Taym or Kostya, oh no. All of that lighthearted flirting was for America's benefit alone. She would have gladly competed with Taym had the red thread of her current love life been a bit of a snarl.

One day.

Looking down at the list Cami shrugged a bit. "Sports stuff, mostly. There's a Champs, I think I saw, on a directory somewhere. If you have no interest in that we can definitely split up and then gorge on awful mall food. Did you hear that they're closing all the Sbarro's down? It's a national ******** tragedy." Where else could you get lamp-warmed, greasy pizza in a mall setting other than Sbarro's? Nowhere, that's where.

Edith was the most <******** forgetful golem on the planet. That or she was brokenly set on one setting which, considering what had happened in VIctoria's Secret, seemed entirely likely. Yet Cami was forced to backtrack all the way to American Eagle so that the golem could get her bearings before trudging back to the sporting goods store.

Edith hemmed and hawwed over two pairs of shoes that were the exact same save for the color before Cami managed to convince the golem that electric blue was totally going to make her run faster. Plus wasn't that their whole shtick and motif? Blue so hot it seared your retinas with some gold? They were perfect!

A baseball bat was causing her a bit of trouble but there was one conveniently propped in a display that was planned to be lifted without much trouble when Edith was trying on yet another pair of shoes. Had she been shopping for herself the redhead would have understood. Shopping for someone else?

Ugh. Well, at least it was going to provide a distraction.

As she waited at the nice checkout counter, America zoned a little until something behind the counter caught her attention. It was a pen. A fancyass looking pen.

While the clerk was busy with the customer in front of her (who was bitching about how terrible her last experience with their store was and boohoo give me a discount and pat my saggy butt) the girl stealthy tried to sneak the pen. If she got caught, well, she was buying a severely overpriced notebook for ******** sake. Testing it out was only reasonable.

Now if only the golem would be cooperative...

"Aren't you missing something?"

With a small gasp America set the notebook on the counter to paw through her bags, discretely slipping into one as she rummaged. With a sigh, she nodded, "Yeah, I think I left the bag with your tie at the Starbucks." The girl looked devastated and not a little stressed as she finally checked out, and the cashier was more than distracted by her customer's ill luck. America refrained from doing another fistpump this time, but her expression did turn incredibly pleased as she entered American Eagle to once again purchase the tie.

Finally done with her list, the girl practically skipped to the food court to meet up with Cami.

Stopping in front of the Radio Shack Cami let out a strangled noise. "I know you're a bit broken but seriously, I don't think we can get anything you could possibly want from here." Edith-golem spent a few minutes wandering around the store, picking up a few things, looking hopeful as her trainee companion shook her head. "Nope, I'm not allowed to buy anything not on the list. Don't they tell you that?" It was impossibly frustrating to have what was basically an overly-intelligent doll drag her around a store that was worthless to both of them.

Eventually she tried a last-ditch effort. "Hey, did you wanna go look at the running shoes again?" Dangling candy in front of a baby was always surprisingly effective. Edith-golem didn't even hesitate to snag the other dark-skinned woman by the hand and drag her back to Champs, zeroing in on the three pairs of shoes that previously she'd been told to put back.

You could tell the associates didn't make any commission and were hourly because they were vaguely horrified that, once again, they were going to have to fetch shoes and cater to this odd woman. Cami was alright with it. She sat down for at least a few minutes, ostensibly looking out at the rest of the mall but really eyeing up her bat options.

Like hell she was leaving without that thing!

Beaming America nodded, bouncing on her heels, "We're gonna load up on so much salty goodness," her head turned as she spoke, eyeing a passing beefcake in too tight jeans. But she had priorities and number one was buying a mountain of Cinnabons, gallon of Orange Julius, and was seemed like a good pound of Bourbon Chicken.

Taking a seat, she began to grill the other girl as she ate, "So why'd you become a hunter?"

Popping a piece of chicken into her mouth, America nodded. "I knew exactly what I was getting into, read the ******** fine print and everything. Simon recruited me, and he isn't one for a dog and pony show. But I was set to got into the Navy if somebody from one secret agency or another didn't recruit me after graduation." Taking a long, loud sip of her Orange Julius, she continued, "Most things about the job are a lot better than what I was expecting, gotta say. I've got my issues with a some parts of it, I'm working on a few of them and there's a few more I'm just starting to regret, but for the most part I like it."

She grinned at Cami, "And it's great having folks to protect and all, but the first day out of the pod pretty much sold it to me once I'd bonded Stryker. Feels good, being better. Being more." Another sip and then she pulled the straw out, sucking out the drink from the bottom end. "Seems like you got a bit jaded pretty quick, though."