Steampunking on Black Friday

Meanwhile, a pair of heroines who took part in the battle against Solomon Black's minions walked down Dominion Street.  Closed to all but foot traffic, Dominion Street was full of odd shops selling specialty merchandise.  Located in the Riverside District, the area was known as the artistic hub of Angel Falls.  Without the lure of bargain prices on the latest electronics, this shopping area was relatively quiet compared to the  hustle and bustle of the other parts of town.

"So Thanksgiving is a celebration of gluttony and the day after that is a celebration of mindless consumption of disposable goods?"  Caroline, wearing a royal purple steampunk princess outfit, was experiencing her first Black Friday.  "And it has nothing to do with Mr. Solomon Black, right?"

"That's pretty much it, Caroline.  Kinda makes you long for a simpler time, doesn't it?  I mean, instead of obsessing about saving a few bucks on cheap electronics, why not spend your time speculating optimistically about the wonders science can bring us in the future?"  Serennia was decked out in what she referred to as her "steampunk poser outfit."  Brown leather boots with a gear wheel logo on the toe and tan leggings for the bottom.  A special belt held a holster for an 1860 Colt Army Revolver.  Opposite the holster was a possibles bag and two Gurkha knives were secured in the rear.  She wore a white bodice under a brown corset with an embossed gear wheel pattern.  Brown gloves and goggles completed the look.

"Plus," Serennia continued, "Check this out!"  She drew the six-shooter from its holster and as its blued steel barrel cleared the leather, the chantress pointed it in the air.  "State of the art 150 years ago!  Pretty cool, right?"

"Rennie, even in my time those things were already obsolete."  Caroline patted the holsters that carried her twin P-08 Lugers.  The young heroine, displaced through time and space, took a bit of comfort from the sight of a weapon that made her classic handguns look positively futuristic!  "That's grandpa's gun!"

"Not into the eight-inch barreled pistols, huh?"  Serennia glanced at the magic gun shop across the street.  "It can even accept a shoulder stock, you know."

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Dark Siren/Serennia Chen is my OC and this vignette takes place in

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