The tailor is findable after asking someone for directions!

It's a nice little clothes shop displaying racks and racks of clothes. There's a men's section and a women's section and a child section.

Vias would be delighted to help find him clothes! Her brother keeps sending new arrivals to her, it's great fun getting them outfitted, she likes this sort of thing or she wouldn't have gotten work in a clothes shop you know.

"That's convenient! I don't suppose you've conveniently got another sibling who cuts hair?"

"Nope. Be a bit of an eclectic family, wouldn't it? The policeman, the tailor, the barber. I'd want a banker or a book-printer or something to round out the weird family. Ooh, and a lost brother who became a pirate or something."

"What, no farmers? Surely you'd need a farmer. And a theoretical mathematician."

"Ooh, yes! And a prince."

"Well, you never know, maybe the two of you will change careers a few times. Anyway, will you give my thanks to your brother?"

"Will do. Enjoy your new, sensible and fashionable and affordable wardrobe!"

(She'll enjoy the 7% commission but that's neither here nor there.)

"That's what I mean to do!"

(Yeah, he bets she will, she and her brother and their convenient scheme. But their convenient scheme got him some new clothes so it's not like he's complaining.)

Off he goes. He pays attention to how people look at him now.

Well, they're not avoiding him or eyeing him suspiciously anymore! He's nobody special, just another face on the street. One person says, "Good afternoon," as she passes.

"Good afternoon."

He can't guarantee there aren't better places to go for clothes but he's satisfied that this is a good one. He keeps the address.

And off he goes to rendezvous with Nick again.

(In the poorer parts of town, he's actually slightly deferred to - he looks stylishly upper-middle-class, though not rich, with those new many-pocketed pants and the woolen plaid shirt and the big jacket with lots of colorful touches.)

Nick does not seem to be at Vine on Level Three yet.

In that case it's people-watching time. He's still not quite sure how people here hold themselves, how they gesture, where they think it's polite to look.

They hold themselves in a sort of swaying, light-on-their-feet way, generally speaking. Gestures are wide and often vertical. Reaching out to touch nearby walls, ledges, or anything else is pretty common. It seems like looking at each others' faces is polite here?

Eventually, Nick shows up, somewhat late. "Sorry. Got delayed at the dockyard."

"Just delayed? Not, say, delayed by pirates you need me to hunt down?"

"Delayed by a bureaucrat who was just doing his job, if badly. Let's go to the apartments? It's been a long day."

"Yeah, let's."

And off they go.

The apartments Nick pays for out of his pouch of coins from selling ship-things. "First two weeks in advance, for new arrivals." They get keys to units 35 and 36, up two flights of stairs.

It has a minimal, fireproof-designed kitchen, a sort of living room with a couple of tables and chairs and shelves and such and a window outside, a bedroom, and a small bathroom. There's carpet, and the furniture is well-crafted wood.

Nick does a test by deliberately banging on the wall that crosses into Valanda's unit - he can still hear it, but not very much, and even a shout comes out muddled.

"Good enough soundproofing for you?"

"Yes! This place is great. Thank you. So, what do you want the junk made into? Gold?"

"Probably iron or copper for now, actually. Less... Attention-getting. I do kind of want to collapse into a bed though, so perhaps tomorrow?"

"Sleep, I'll have metal for you in the morning."

"Will do. We'll get started proper tomorrow. Goodnight."

And off he goes.

This is such a good place.

By morning he's got some lengths of copper wire from the timbers and turned the broken plates and bottles into iron and silicon. But if not interrupted he'll let himself have a lazy morning getting used to his apartment and not bother Nick for a while.

Nick lets him have a lazy morning. He sticks a note into the gap between Valanda's door and the wall an hour or so after sunrise, saying, 

I'll be gone until after noon, renting work space and getting supplies and tools. Found some people who might be interested in tech and materials too. We can get the ball rolling tonight. If you want food and things for your apartment try the Clavery General Store you can see by taking two rights out the front door of the building.

A couple hours before noon he goes to check out the store. He tries to walk like a native. He mostly gets it right, it doesn't look forced and uncanny, but anyone who had any reason to expect that someone around here didn't grow up on a flying island would pick him out easily.