Will and Claire returned to their hotel room in London, England. This was no romantic getaway but rather a strenuous mission they had just completed. An exhausted Claire plopped face down onto the bed as Will sank into the office chair across from her.
Claire: "Uugghh," she moaned, her voice muffled by the bed covers.
Will: "How the hell did that bomb maker know we were coming for him?"
Claire: "I don't know," she said lifting her head up. "I'm just glad we got him."
Will: "After he completely ruined my jacket."
Claire: "You're still whining about that?"
Will: "Do the words bespoke and Savile Row mean anything to you?"
Claire: "Not really... But whatever. Now we have to pack, head back to the States, and do this all over again another day."
Will: "Well we don't have to."
Claire: "What are you talking about?“
Will: "We finished the mission early. They're not expecting us back for another few days. Let's just tell them we're still wrapping up some loose ends."
Claire: "And do what instead?"
Will: "Relax? If you ask me, we both deserve a break."
Claire: "That's... Just fine by my me. We should get some food, I'm starving."
Will: "Well since Arthur put us in the cheapest hotel possible, I doubt room service will be very good so... Wanna go out?"
Claire: "Yeah. Let's call it a date. You won't be able to stand me up this time," she said smirking.
Will: "Will you ever not bring that up?"
The couple went to a restaurant for some lunch. It was a nice place, not too fancy or expensive but the outdoor seating area had some charm to it. Their food arrived quickly, leaving them to enjoy the pleasant afternoon and each other's company.
Claire: "They've done a nice job rebuilding," she said looking around and seeing all the buildings and structures once in ruin from the Collective War.
Will: "Yeah they have, haven't they."
Claire looked back at Will. She couldn't help but smile every time she looked into his eyes. She noticed he did the same.
Claire: "Did you hear about the Registration Act?" she asked while on the subject of the Collective.
Will: "Yeah, it's about time they did something like that."
Claire: "What do you mean? It's a complete violation of privacy."
Will: "The Collective doesn't get privacy after they waged a war on us. It's a smart move, they need to be kept in check."
Claire: "They're not all bad. Most of them are very good people, only a few are dangerous."
Will: "Oh they're all dangerous, trust me."
Will began remembering his war experiences. While the Collective and the GI were supposedly at peace now, Will kept a strong distrust of those mystics. Claire remembered Will might not have a favorable opinion of them after what he went through in the war. She decided to change the subject.
Claire: "Did you fight here? In the final battle?"
Will looked down almost as if he was ashamed of something. He hadn't told anyone the truth about his military service. The only person who knew what had really happened was his old writing agent, Charles. He thought whether he should tell her and if she would think less of him. But it probably didn't matter. Most people already knew one half of the story.
Will: "No..." he said after his hesitation. "I didn't."
Claire: "Oh," Claire sensed some uncomfortableness.
Will: "I was gone long before then."
He had decided to tell her. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal to others like it was to him.
Will: "You heard about what happened with me on Etrion right? They put it all over the news for some reason."
Claire: "The prisoners..."
Will: "Yeah. What I did... It didn't sit well with the others. So they kicked me out with a dishonorable discharge. But unofficially. Some of those higher up guys owed me favors so officially I was discharged for medical reasons."
Claire: "I was wondering how they didn't call you back to serve... But what exactly happened?"
Will: "A group of Collective soldiers wiped out half of my company and captured the rest, leaving just me and a couple others. So we set a trap and caught three of them. They knew where my guys were but they wouldn't talk. So I... Yeah... I'm not proud but I just... I don't know... It happened again in Monaco. I did that same thing."
Claire: "You were doing what you had to do both times. I think if I were in your position I would've done the same."
Will: "Yeah "what I had to do"... That's what I tell myself. You know, after I found out Dane was the Red Cape, he said to me that the ends justify the means. And I disagreed with him. But that just makes me a hypocrite."
Claire: "A lot of times it's complicated. Making the right choice is hard if they're both wrong."
Will: "Yeah... Well jeez that became depressing really quickly!"
Claire: "Sorry. Let's talk about something else! Did you see the video of that robot fight?"
Will: "Don't really watch those."
Claire: "They're all over my Bubble feed. How come you don't have a Bubble?"
Will: "Can't stand social media. Call me old fashioned."
Claire: "Yeah you're so old fashioned you don't even have your own communicator. Please get a new one! It's hard to talk to you when you're away."
Will: "Society is far too addicted to comms. People need to learn to interact in real life."
Claire: "Shut up!" she said giggling. "You sound like my grandfather."
Will: "Yeah... So anyway if you're done eating, can we go down to Savile Row?"
Claire: "You keep talking about Savile Row, what exactly is it?"
Will: "It's a street. All the tailors are there. I need a new blazer."
Claire: "So we're going shopping? Sounds good."
Will excitedly led Claire to the Huntsman and Sons store. It had been far too long since his last visit.
Claire: "So are we gonna see Mr. Huntsman?"
Will: "What? No, Huntsman died ages ago."
They both walked inside. Claire looked around at the different articles of clothing on the shelves and displays. It was surprising to her how the store had retained its old world charm while the rest of the city was made modern and highly advanced. She looked at her boyfriend who was nearly drooling at the sight of all the suits. Will looked like a small boy in a toy store. How this man could care so much about clothes was beyond her. But he sure did look good in his outfits...
Finally the tailor came out of the back room and was slightly shocked to see customers.
Will: "Barnaby!" Will exclaimed at the sight of his tailor. It took a few seconds for Barnaby to register who this was.
Barnaby: "Mr. Nantucket? My goodness, it has been far too long, old friend." His voice was very posh but somewhat gruff due to age.
Will: "Claire, this is Barnaby Cahill. Barnaby, this is my..." he trailed off as if forgetting who she was.
Claire: "Girlfriend?" Claire said slightly vexed.
Will: "...my girlfriend, Claire."
Barnaby: "Good to meet you, ma'am. Now what can I do for you?"
Will: "Remember the blazer I had done a few years back?”
Barnaby: "The navy one?"
Will: "It was recently damaged so I'd like to replace it."
Barnaby: "Certainly. Are you looking for something similar?"
Will: "The exact same one if you can manage it."
Barnaby: "Of course, sir. I believe it was a bespoke? Unfortunately I've lost your measurements after we updated our systems so we'll just have to take them again."
Will: "That's fine."
Barnaby: "Just one moment then," he said going into the back room once again.
Claire looked around at the suits. Her jaw almost dropped when she noticed the prices.
Claire: "There is no way you can afford this stuff on our salary."
Will: "You're right," he said chuckling.
Claire: "How can you possibly live in Beverly Hills, drive a Porsche, and wear custom tailored clothes?”
Will: "Playing the stock market? Other investments."
Claire: "I bet you're a trust fund baby."
Will: "What? No! I mean..."
Claire: "You actually are? Wow... Must be nice being able to live off of daddy's money and not needing to work."
Will: "Hey I work hard though! I'm an Imperial hero."
Claire: "Okay, buddy."
Barnaby returned with a measuring device and a jacket to use as a template.
Barnaby: "Just this way, sir."
Will followed Barnaby to the measuring room. There was nothing like a bespoke suit. A shame more people couldn't experience such a satisfying feel.
Will stood up straight and told Barnaby how he wanted his jacket.
Will: "Yeah this one is a decent fit. I'd like mine a little shorter on the sleeves, though.
Barnaby: "Certainly. Are you wanting double breasted?"
Will: "No, single."
Barnaby: "Two buttons?" he asked entering the details into a datapad.
Will: "Yes, three for the sleeves."
Barnaby: "Very good sir. Now, notch or peak for the lapels?"
Barnaby: "Do you remember the pockets?"
Will: "Ticket," he said smiling.
Barnaby: "You have excellent taste, Mr. Nantucket," Barnaby said with a chortle.
Claire watched the two men. She had no idea there were so many options for a simple jacket. But still it looked pretty cool to do this. Maybe she should find her own tailor.
Will: "So how's business been these days, Barnaby?"
Barnaby: "To be honest with you... Not so good."
Barnaby: "Demand for our suits has been going down, especially now what with the economy and all. No one appreciates a good tailored suit anymore."
Claire: "Maybe because they're so expensive," she muttered. Luckily the tailor didn't hear.
Will: "That's too bad. You won't have to close up for good though, right?"
Barnaby: "It's a very real possibility."
Will: "What? Huntsman's been here for over 200 hundred years!"
Barnaby: "I know sir. If it happens, I'll also be upset. But, oh well. Such is life."
The tailor put down his measuring device and showed Will the datapad.
Barnaby: "Everything looking proper?"
Barnaby: "Very good. I shall place the order and your jacket should be ready soon. Will that be all or might I interest you in some trousers?"
Will: "I think I'm good there. Thanks so much, Barnaby. Hope you guys don't have to close."
Barnaby: "As long as our doors are open, you are most welcome here anytime, sir."
After Will had paid for his order, he and Claire left the shop and strolled down the sidewalk.
Claire: "Well that was... Something."
Will: "Yeah, sorry I dragged you down here."
Claire: "No it was cool watching him take your measurements and stuff."
Will: "Well now we can do anything you want to do."
Claire: "Then I want to go to Harrods. Obviously you can afford to," she said smirking.
Will: "If that's what you want..."
Maybe a somewhat odd premise for an episode but it's for the leisure league so they'll all probably be a little strange. :P So I decided to make this 17.5 instead of 18 because there's not a whole lot of content. There will be a 17.75 as well for the second part. I decided to make them two separate episodes instead of combining them which may not have flowed very well... So only 6 more to go. Or 7 because the group cross over will be in there somewhere. I feel like things are moving pretty slowly but I want to say the last ones of the season will be more proper Insurgency episodes and will add to and begin some exciting story arcs.
But anyway about this episode I actually wanted to show the tailoring stuff for a while. I've always thought such things were cool and very classy. I've seen getting tailor made clothes first hand, not on Savile Row but still at a decent place, and it's a neat experience. When I created Will's character I always imagined him enjoying the finer things in life and being more of a connoisseur haha.