It's hard to impress if you don't dress your best And there's a quick and easy path to success in dress - a suit!
The server is well aware of this fact, and suits abound, as varied as their owners.
Business is meant to be done in suits. What better suit for business than a business suit?
Schlatt had the original business suit, a design so iconic it never even crossed his mind to change it throughout his presidency. Why change into the Presidential Uniform of L'manburg, when his own would serve perfectly as Emperor of Manberg - no matter what the country he won the election of actually was?
Tommy's business suit is modeled on Schlatt's, to the surprise of no one who knows him. His tie is worn loose and the sleeves are cuffed back instead of tailored, but it's still a mature look for the young man.
Ponk's business suit follows a similar model, but he adds a snazzy pair of black gloves. Appropriately stylish and functional, for the doctor used to keeping his hands covered.
Fundy's business suit is more simplistic, aiming for the purest black he could find. Something to give him a little more gravitas, even if the hat stays on.
Niki's business suit was perfect for dealings with her bakery in L'manburg, and she was rarely seen in it without the proper tri-corn hat. A proper black suit looks good on anyone, and Niki knows it.
One of the hallmarks of the political world is the dress code. A suit easily passes, and conveys a sense of dignity - or something else.
Quackity might know the importance of a varied and impressive wardrobe more than anyone, boasting three different suits for varied political occasions. A classic tailored grey suit, a simpler off-blue one in early days, and a snappy blue suit with matching gloves - the man knows how to show off what he's got.
Wilbur Soot created a nation, and with it, the Presidential Uniform of L'manburg. A navy suit with gold accents, to evoke the old revolutionary uniform, its somber tones a promise for a stable future that never came.
Jack Manifold founded his own nation, of himself - and of course, that means his own Presidential Uniform. Simple enough to double as a business suit, with a proper checkered tie and appropriately colored handkerchiefs.
Tubbo had a classic business suit of his own, and a daily grey political suit for the day-to-day in L'manburg. When Wilbur ceded the presidency to him, it came with the uniform, and Tubbo had it tailored down as best as it could - though it never quite fit completely right.
For formal and special occasions, nothing beats a tailored, pressed, sharp suit. It's practically a requirement.
Badboyhalo's banquet suit was the timeless grey suit that's carried many a host through many a party. Subtle red accents along the inner lining and matching shoes were the icing on the cake.
Antfrost's banquet suit was far less subtle than Bad's, even if it might have simply been the one he had. As red as his eyes, and even tailored for his tail.
Purpled wasn't even invited to the banquet, but when showing up to crash the party, he decided to fit in. A suit as fitting and vibrant as his name - though it must've been hard to get the blood out with dry-cleaning later.
And of course, there's one more suited resident on the server. On what occasions does he wear his suit?
Well, at all times!
Ranboo's suit leans to the classic, a charcoal number with a red tie. Suitable for both the everyday (if a bit fancy) and the fancy (if a bit everyday) - hard to go wrong.
In the early days, it was ill-fittingly short in the limbs and wide in the shoulders, and constantly rumpled, as if dug out of the back of some closet (or a dead man's discarded collection). A few conversations with an insistent Tommy and a few measurements fixed that, and now Ranboo's in the running for the sharpest-dressed member on the whole server.
How does he clean it, if him and water don't mix?
That's a trade secret.
(Though dry-cleaned Ranboo would be a sight to behold, itself.)