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You were a little too young for the punk scene when you were alive, and now you're old enough that you're starting to worry about looking like a fossil. You still remember some of the Ravnos you knew when you were first Embraced, the neonates who still wore leisure suits. The Second Inquisition probably took care of them.

So, no goth, no punk, no Edwardian steampunk costumes. You flip through the clothes until you find some actually modern streetwear: gray hoodie, nylon pants, Adidas. A shell jacket in case it gets cold, and a nylon messenger bag. You check yourself in the mirror. You look normal. You look like a living person—good. Living people don't wear watches as often as they used to, but you've never been surprised by a sunrise yet and you plan to keep it that way; a Nixon Regulus completes the ensemble.

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