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Dec. 3rd, 2009 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlSo there was a Charloft prompt about your character's pyjamas, and I'm still fucking freezing so COZY CLOTHES are on the mind, so here are TOO MANY WORDS ABOUT PONCE'S WARDROBE
If it is fucking freezing, or if he is going to be wandering the halls after lights-out or something, he has pyjamas. Standard pants and button-up shirt deal in standard blue-stripe cotton/flannel; also a navy blue dressing gown. For lounging about in his room after hours he generally discards the pyjama top unless the weather requires the additional layer, and will just sport the bottoms, an undershirt, and the robe. For actually sleeping, unless it is really just that damned cold, he generally strips to undershirt and boxers. Sleeping nude is really preferable, but slightly less than practical when one is living in, essentially, a dorm.
His everyday clothes are, of course, his uniform suit. Regulations determine the fabric and the necessities of carrying a large amount of weaponry and equipment influence the cut. He tends to choose the flashiest fabric that regulations allow, so if placed in a lineup with other BLU Spies his suit would be slightly brighter in shade with a slightly more contrasting pinstripe, but that's the sort of piddly difference that only the Spies and their tailors really notice. Because he has to pack a rather large revolver in a shoulder holster, plus be able to run around and be active and all that, the suit jacket is cut much boxier than he prefers in his off-duty clothing. Such are the sacrifices that must be made.
Full suit, from the inside out and in order of being put on: boxers, undershirt, socks, trousers, belt, shoes, mask, shirt, tie, waistcoat, holster, cufflinks, gloves, jacket.
Swap the waistcoat out for a jumper (made of merino or cashmere or something, so it's completely unbulky but still warm) in cold weather; for particularly frigid winters, add a wool topcoat and a scarf.
He'll go in shirtsleeves around the base; the pyjama bottoms/undershirt/dressing gown combination is only for the dormitory wing, and he'll usually get dressed before going out to the kitchen even for morning coffee. His mask comes off before he goes to sleep, regardless of whether he's sharing his bed with someone at the time or not; his gloves only come off when he's going to sleep alone or with Crusoe; both items go on again before he leaves his room in the morning.
When off-base he has two settings: flamboyant peacock in a flashy suit, or some flamboyant prick out of a rather flashy page in a J. Crew catalogue. Which one he's dressing as on any given day depends upon the setting he's going to be in and his mood when he's picking out his outfit. He does own a couple of non-peacock suits for civilian wear, for those occasions in his life when he has had to look like a responsible adult; he also owns his own tuxedo, because renting a suit is a ridiculous concept.
He has two tailors, one for his own clothes and one for his uniform; the former is in England and works off of measurements provided by the latter and kept on file, although an in-person visit is always penned in on the day planner whenever Terry has a reason to return "home" (a rare occurence, particularly as most of his old friends have settled down by now and he is no longer invited to a wedding or something every summer). The one who provides his Spy tailoring is himself a transplanted Londoner, formerly of an establishment in Jermyn Street. Of the superiority of English tailoring Ponce is staunchly convinced, and no arguments with other Spies about Italian suits will be brooked.
Tailoring has consistently been the largest line-item in his personal expenditures, but he can't really bring himself to care overly much about what other people wear; he is happy to know in his heart that he looks startlingly attractive. A sort of protective feeling regarding Cuddles, of course, requires him to make sure the lad (he always will be a lad, even when he's 30, you know) isn't making a laughing-stock of himself at Spycon, and if Crusoe is being brought to Spycon himself then in the same line Ponce will feel responsible for making him not stand out any more than is necessary, but outside of the special circumstances of Las Vegas not a fuck is given.
If it is fucking freezing, or if he is going to be wandering the halls after lights-out or something, he has pyjamas. Standard pants and button-up shirt deal in standard blue-stripe cotton/flannel; also a navy blue dressing gown. For lounging about in his room after hours he generally discards the pyjama top unless the weather requires the additional layer, and will just sport the bottoms, an undershirt, and the robe. For actually sleeping, unless it is really just that damned cold, he generally strips to undershirt and boxers. Sleeping nude is really preferable, but slightly less than practical when one is living in, essentially, a dorm.
His everyday clothes are, of course, his uniform suit. Regulations determine the fabric and the necessities of carrying a large amount of weaponry and equipment influence the cut. He tends to choose the flashiest fabric that regulations allow, so if placed in a lineup with other BLU Spies his suit would be slightly brighter in shade with a slightly more contrasting pinstripe, but that's the sort of piddly difference that only the Spies and their tailors really notice. Because he has to pack a rather large revolver in a shoulder holster, plus be able to run around and be active and all that, the suit jacket is cut much boxier than he prefers in his off-duty clothing. Such are the sacrifices that must be made.
Full suit, from the inside out and in order of being put on: boxers, undershirt, socks, trousers, belt, shoes, mask, shirt, tie, waistcoat, holster, cufflinks, gloves, jacket.
Swap the waistcoat out for a jumper (made of merino or cashmere or something, so it's completely unbulky but still warm) in cold weather; for particularly frigid winters, add a wool topcoat and a scarf.
He'll go in shirtsleeves around the base; the pyjama bottoms/undershirt/dressing gown combination is only for the dormitory wing, and he'll usually get dressed before going out to the kitchen even for morning coffee. His mask comes off before he goes to sleep, regardless of whether he's sharing his bed with someone at the time or not; his gloves only come off when he's going to sleep alone or with Crusoe; both items go on again before he leaves his room in the morning.
When off-base he has two settings: flamboyant peacock in a flashy suit, or some flamboyant prick out of a rather flashy page in a J. Crew catalogue. Which one he's dressing as on any given day depends upon the setting he's going to be in and his mood when he's picking out his outfit. He does own a couple of non-peacock suits for civilian wear, for those occasions in his life when he has had to look like a responsible adult; he also owns his own tuxedo, because renting a suit is a ridiculous concept.
He has two tailors, one for his own clothes and one for his uniform; the former is in England and works off of measurements provided by the latter and kept on file, although an in-person visit is always penned in on the day planner whenever Terry has a reason to return "home" (a rare occurence, particularly as most of his old friends have settled down by now and he is no longer invited to a wedding or something every summer). The one who provides his Spy tailoring is himself a transplanted Londoner, formerly of an establishment in Jermyn Street. Of the superiority of English tailoring Ponce is staunchly convinced, and no arguments with other Spies about Italian suits will be brooked.
Tailoring has consistently been the largest line-item in his personal expenditures, but he can't really bring himself to care overly much about what other people wear; he is happy to know in his heart that he looks startlingly attractive. A sort of protective feeling regarding Cuddles, of course, requires him to make sure the lad (he always will be a lad, even when he's 30, you know) isn't making a laughing-stock of himself at Spycon, and if Crusoe is being brought to Spycon himself then in the same line Ponce will feel responsible for making him not stand out any more than is necessary, but outside of the special circumstances of Las Vegas not a fuck is given.
