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[ladyliberty]

Characters: Amelia Jones, anyone she spoke to in this post, plus anyone else who wants to wander by.
Setting: Floor 15, possibly others. Any time between 8/27 and 9/7.
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Amelia needs new clothes. Also, she maaaay not have mentioned the wings. A catch-all log for those that offered to help.
Warnings: None at the moment. Will update if necessary.



[Of course Amelia had accepted the offers of all the folks she'd spoken to over the network; the more people willing to help out, the more clothes for her. And the less time to wait. Plus it was nice to meet new people.

She'll be waiting in the workshop whenever they had agreed to meet.]

Comments

September 7th - Floor 15

[bashfulshifter]

[This will be Amelia and Rick's second meeting--nearly a week after the first, which is really all the time he needed to put together three shirts with the measurements he'd gathered. All that was required now was a final tailoring, which could theoretically be done in one sitting and Amelia could leave with her new clothing thereafter.]

[Rick enters with the red and blue bundles under his arms, looking considerably more comfortable than when they'd met the first time. He knows what to expect this time.]

H-Hi! I, um...I h-have your sh--shirts.

[ladyliberty]

Oh hey! [Amelia smiles and waves.] Let me see!

[bashfulshifter]

[He sets them down on the nearest workbench and spreads them out for Amelia to peruse. The first is an unassuming, plain white t-shirt, all one piece but made of comfortable, stretchy fabric, perfect for its wearer to squeeze her wings through to fit in the bordered holes in the back. The second is bright red, lightweight and loose; it forgoes a back and sleeves in favor of a single strap, anchored in the front so it can be secured and tied around the neck (or the back, which has two loops hidden inside for just that purpose). The last is a subdued, ribbed blue sweater, unassuming aside from the invisible zipper running down the back.]

[All of them are wearable but still clearly unfinished, with loose threads and such poking out in places. Rick addresses this first.]

...I, ah...f-figured I'd h-have these f-f-fitted b-before I h-handed them over to y-you. It sh--shouldn't t-take too long.

[He pauses anxiously.]

...Are they o-okay?

[ladyliberty]

Oooh, these are nice! [Amelia picks them up one at a time to unfold them and look them over.] You're pretty good at this!

[Picking up the sweater, she unzips the back, pulls the collar over her head and slides her arms into the sleeves before zipping it back up behind her. Yes, that would do nicely.] Cool!

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick ducks his head and pays extremely close attention to his shuffling feet in an attempt to hide his quickly reddening face.]

W-Well...I j-just...it's n-not r-really...um...

[He trails off, muttering nonsensically at the floor. It takes him a moment to notice that Amelia's already tried on the sweater.]

--Oh, uh--d-does it f-fit? Do I n-need t-to t-t-take it in a-anywhere or s-s-something?

[ladyliberty]

[Amelia raises her arms and twists, testing out the fit of the sweater.] Seems pretty good to me!

[bashfulshifter]

--G-Good! Good. I'll, just, ah--t-take off those th--threads, then.

[Rick holds out the next shirt in the line as an exchange. In the meanwhile, smalltalk!]

...The m-month t-t-treating you w-well so f-far?

[ladyliberty]

Oh, it's been great, now that they've got real food again. Everything's so much easier to deal with. [Amelia is very easy to please.] How about you?

[She takes off the sweater and accepts the next shirt-- Rick might want to turn away for this. Without a zipper, the whole process is pretty awkward.]

[bashfulshifter]

[The transaction is made, and Rick is perfectly happy with this and continuing their prior discourse until Amelia starts changing. He goes bright red and quickly turns his back, busying himself by tying up the loose ends of the sweater.]

--A-A-Ah w-well, the--the f-f-food helps. Yeah. L-Lots of c-c-cooking.

[ladyliberty]

Whoops-- my bad. [Amelia smiles a bit sheepishly-- she'd forgotten what she was working with here. She quickly pops her wings out of the top and rearranges herself until she's acceptably decent again.]

Did you say you cook too?

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick murmurs a string of apologies that never really go anywhere, save as an awkward, stammering segue into this new topic.]

...A b-bit, yeah. [He leans on his hands and stares at the opposite wall, suddenly reminiscent.] J-Just some s-stuff I r-remember from home, n-nothing...nothing too f-fancy. I g-guess it's a good thing I m-memorized all those d-dinner r-recipes from F-Fridays...

[A beat.]

...Do you c-cook?

[ladyliberty]

Me? Nah, not really. [Okay watch out she's taking off her shirt again. At least she politely turns away this time.] I prefer eating.

[bashfulshifter]

[Good thing Rick didn't have the nerve to turn around, then! He steadfastly continues tying up the sweater.]

Hah...y-yeah, me too. [He chuckles, still somewhat distracted.] I m-mean...it w-was either go out f-for f-f-food every n-night or m-make it m-myself. My w-wife was never m-much of a c-cook.

[ladyliberty]

Yeah, I could usually get friends to cook for me if we didn't eat in the cafeteria or order out. There was this place though up by school that served pizzas three feet wide, swear to god. It was basically the best place in the universe.

[bashfulshifter]

[He chuckles and folds his arms in mock defiance, although still facing the opposite wall.]

I-Impressive...I dunno if th--they're as g-good as mine, though. I can m-make a p-pretty mean d-deep-dish.

[ladyliberty]

Ugh, I would seriously love you forever if you made me a pizza.

[bashfulshifter]

[He goes bright pink.]

Well ah...y-you m-might have a b-bit of c-c-competition, but...s-sure, I can m-make a p-pizza s-s-sometime.

[ladyliberty]

I didn't mean it like that.

[bashfulshifter]

--I-I knew that.

[spoilers he didn't]

...I m-mean, that s-sounds like a g-good idea. I'm s-sure the others w-would e-enjoy it, too. I'll, um...I'll s-s-see what I c-can do.

[ladyliberty]

[Sorry Rick, you're too old for her.]

That'd be super sweet! I mean, not that I'm complaining about steak every night, but I'm dyin for a good pizza.

[bashfulshifter]

[Yes good, that's what he was afraid of.]

A-Alright! I'll ah...m-make a p-point of it.

[Beat.]

...Can I t-turn a-a-around yet?

[ladyliberty]

Oh, right! Sorry. I'm done now.

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick breaths a silent sigh of relief and turns around.]

...F-Finished the s-sweater. [Said sweater is offered.] Do the o-other t-t-two fit okay?

[ladyliberty]

They're great! I love them!

[bashfulshifter]

[He grins warmly, though it is inevitable that his face flushes pink at the praise.]

I'm...glad! Th--Thank you!