An Outfit Changed, An Identity Reclaimed.

[mamadonna]

Characters: The Dolorosa and YOU!
Setting: 15th floor, the workshop
Format: Basically whatever, if you want to do chocolate things drop a note here!
Summary: Dolorosa is working with some textiles when she gets interrupted?
Warnings: Possible violence and chocolate plot business.

[ Dolorosa had been working on this dress for a couple weeks now, collecting what scraps she could that fit her needs, but they weren't always easy to come by. It was the veiled cape that had been the most difficult, but she'd finally found the right material, and had gotten the dye to properly take.

It was almost finished, and soon she would't have to continue wearing this silly jumpsuit any longer. It only needed one last addition: her sign. It had been sweeps since she'd last worn it, or even been allowed to see it, but she ever forgot its shape, and so making the thread follow her whims until it took form was accomplished without mistake, and only the slightest pause.

It was a form of therapy, this dress. A reclamation of her identity. Within the hour, once properly garbed, she would once again be fully herself. ]

Comments

[benigncancer]

[Signless is just heading up the stairs after lunch, having found a chocolate inside his meal - weird - when he hears the sound of someone working in here.

He pokes his head in and smiles to see his lusus]

Mother!

[mamadonna]

[ She turns to him with a smile and waves him over. ]

Well, don't hang back so far, Starling. Come along and tell me how your day has been!

[benigncancer]

[His smile widens a bit and he comes forward, hugging her tightly. All he really wants in this moment is to be with her, and he's reluctant to let her go, leaving his arms around her waist loosely as the hug comes to an end]

Nothing much to talk about. I woke up, had breakfast, and saw you! And my day's getting pretty good, already. What are you up to?

[mamadonna]

[ Oh her dear, affectionate boy. She kisses him on the cheek and rubs his back as she turns toward her work. ]

Merely supplying the finishing touch to a project long in the making.

[benigncancer]

[He rubs her back in return, watching as she starts to work again]

Making yourself a new dress?

[morphballin]

[Enter one armored lady, movements a bit sluggish - she's been trekking around this tower for a long time now, trying to find someone to entertain this overpowering cherry-induced desire in her mind.

Guess who just got volunteered?]

You'll do nicely.

[Samus raises her cannon-arm, and pops off a few blasts in Dolorosa's direction. They're not aimed to hit, though - just to spook her.]

[mamadonna]

[ And spook her is exactly what they do! She looks in shock at the armored individual. ]

Wh-what are you doing?!

[morphballin]

Hunting.

[A sphere of energy begins to gather at the end of Samus' cannon barrel, still pointed at the Dolorosa.]

Let's see if your species makes for interesting sport.

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa knocks over her stool as she scrambles to her feet and makes a grab for her staff, stumbling her way against the wall. ]

[legislacerates]

[redglare often "patrols" the various floors, which is really just an official sounding term for her poking her nose into other people's business.

and, in this case, she is from intrigued from afar about the presence of an adult troll she hasn't encountered in the tower before. she approaches, not completely silently, but without speaking; her legislacerator's uniform is obvious enough, and she wonders if it will spur the other troll to speak first when she is noticed.]

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa hears the footsteps and turns to see a rather impressively clad legislacerator. But it isn't respect for the occupation that leads her to voice her greetings. The eyewear arrests her attention, as she wonders if this isn't the Neophyte she'd spoken to before. ]

And a good day to you. You wouldn't be Redglare by chance, would you?

[legislacerates]

I am.

[and unlike when she was newer to the tower, it doesn't spark her paranoia when an unfamiliar troll recognizes her. not that this troll seems entirely unfamiliar, now that she's getting a good look at her...]

And the evidence would suggest that you are the Dolorosa. Am I correct?

[beyond their textual meeting on the network, redglare has also not failed to notice the sign dolorosa has completed.]

[mamadonna]

[ She turns in her stool and folds her hands in her lap with a smile. ]

Then it would appear our introduction has been effectively accomplished prior to our actual meeting. [ Her eyebrow quirks. ] Performing your rounds, then?

[restitchtime]

[Rose is a perfectionist, and as such has never allowed herself to actually finish an article of clothing. but that doesn't mean that she's ignorant or uninterested in dressmaking - quite the opposite.

she doesn't approach, although she doesn't make any attempt to hide herself. instead she leans on the doorway, arms crossed and eyes behind her shades alertly watching the other woman work.]

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa hums to herself absently, not immediately realizing that Rose is standing there as she goes about her business. After a minute or so, she reaches for a spool to the side, and as she turns to do so catches a glimpse of the girl out of the corner of her eye.

She's tenses for a moment, startled, before turning more properly to look at her and nodding in greeting. ]

Ah!

You'll pardon my silence, I hope. I hadn't been aware of your presence until this moment.

[restitchtime]

If I wanted somebody to talk to I'd have said something. [Rose inclines her head the barest of degrees to acknowledge the greeting, then tilts it in the direction of the dress]

You make stuff like that often?

[mamadonna]

On occasion. As there's a need for it.

[ She turns halfway back to her work, dividing her attention between it and Rose. ]

I wouldn't necessarily maintain it to be my specialty, but my skills are, at least, sufficient.

[lordoffabulous]

[ And then someone teleported into the workshop without so much as any prior notice, proceeded to get all up in your business, and stare.

He's got a lighter, grayish skin, one pointed ear visible, but... yeah, this is not a troll. No horns. White hair. Kind of human looking eyes. Uh. ... Hm. ]

My, this does not disappoint in the least. How refreshing to see someone with a sense of style, though.

[ Not necessarily one to talk, but what he is wearing (cape, one piece) is generally a one-off sort of thing. He plans to make new clothing, oh, yes he does. That is why he's found THIS floor~! ]

... You are excellent with a needle, my dear, if I may say so. That must have been time-consuming.

[mamadonna]

[ Oh, that's a little unexpected. She hadn't seen a human quite like him, and wondered a moment if that's even what he was. There were so many new things to get used to here!

But as he leaned in, she leaned a bit off to the side, still surprised by the intrusion. ]

Oh, erm...yes. My skills in the subject are, at best, serviceable, so a more efficient construction is somewhat beyond me. However, this was a project of some personal significance.

[lordoffabulous]

I quite understand, believe me. The jumpsuits they originally provide us with are FAR too plain.

[ Could use some more to it, to be honest. A sash, at least. ]

The collars are quite difficult to work with as well, of course; I actually came here to try and make something around that. Imagine my surprise to find someone with decent taste in here!

[mamadonna]

[ She's still trying to lean away, but with her stool groaning, she can't get too far, exactly. ]

Some sort of decorative covering, perhaps?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee had liked the workshop. He'd had a pretty sweet time last he was here, even though he'd arrived then by accident. He knew now the way to the fifteenth floor - you just had to pretend like you were going to the thirteenth, and space out for two floors. Crazy how that shit works, huh?

But the people he was looking for weren't here this time. Well, why would they be? It wasn't their room. People came and went all the time. This didn't seem to quell his surprise when he hadn't found them in the room, however.

Instead, there stood a prim adult troll, diligently working on what looked like... a dress? Wow, it was pretty detailed, too. Piquing his interest, he wandered over blithely, leaning down on the worktable with his scrawny elbows and placing his chin in his palms - careful not to smudge the paint covering his face.]

Whoaaaa, you all make this shit by your motherfuckin' self?

[mamadonna]

[ SWEET MOTHER GRUB IT'S AN INDIGOBLOOD.

Dolorosa's face pretty visibly dropped once she saw Gamzee, a kind of terror that was doing its very best to stay under control. He wasn't shouting, this was a good sign, and he still seemed fairly young. She hoped that maybe if she remained polite, he'd consider just going away. ]

I-I...erm, yes. I h-have. It still has...some work needed to finalize it.

[hystericull]

[He takes no notice of her pretty obvious change in demeanor, now transfixed by the veil that decorated the sides and back of the dress. He reached a few bony fingers out to swish it back and forth, reveling in the transparent fluttering he'd created with childlike wonder. He spoke softly next, almost entranced.]

Fuckin' dopest shit a brother ever was to all get his zone on of, for fuckin' real.

[He punctuated this statement with a sleepy smile, continuing to wave the fabric side to side.]

[mamadonna]

[ Well, okay. She won't be able to do much work while he's playing with the veil like that, but he seems sufficiently distracted, at least. He's not likely to try killing her like this, maybe she could try encouraging that until he went away. She still eyed him warily, flicking her gaze between him and her staff on occasion. ]

Are you...regularly interested in the subject? Perhaps you might like a similar garment for your own use.