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

[mamadonna]

Leaving one with little more than the warning to tread lightly.

[restitchtime]

It's as good a precaution as any.

[mamadonna]

Well, I suppose it isn't inadvisable to practice care in our interactions with others. Nor is it poor form for them to do likewise.

[restitchtime]

There's no need to go around slobbering feelings and other shit onto people you've just met. Keep it to yourself, most likely nobody else gives a fuck.

[mamadonna]

OF course, by "keep it to yourself", you seem to only be referring to any expression that could be construed as lacking a negative connotation.

[restitchtime]

Hey, negative shit usually leads to fights. And those I can deal with. [she cracks her neck, grinning a little. she might not have liked to fight with Bro, but she damn well could do it]

[mamadonna]

Fighting gives you pleasure, yet you draw only discomfort from friendship? I'm tempted to believe you would have made an exceptional troll, Rose.

[restitchtime]

Pretty sure you're not the first person to say something like that. I don't think I'd have ever taken up an offer to transfer species, though; no offense, but you fuckers kind of suck in every way imaginable.

[mamadonna]

Well, I didn't especially mean that as a compliment, either.

[restitchtime]

Good. I'd have to get all worked up over it if you did, and that's such a damn hassle.

[mamadonna]

Oh yes, it would be such a dreadful sight to be made witness to!

[restitchtime]

Striders getting pissed usually are. We've kind of mastered the art of the beatdown, so laying one on is like watching a brutal poem. [she's always respected Bro's abilities, even if the way he used them made her really frustrated]

[mamadonna]

I hadn't expected this closely averted reaction would need be negative in nature. If that should be the case, I'll most certainly have to avoid any entertainment of the notion to compliment you in the future.

[restitchtime]

Pretty much everything we do is negative. Better for you to leave edgy stuff like compliments at the door for your own safety.

[mamadonna]

Oh, are they edgy now? Perhaps in the way they bear the potential to slice beyond the barriers we construct to guard against the harsher possibilities.

[restitchtime]

I'd like to see somebody try and get past those. It'd be something new to laugh my ass off at.

[mamadonna]

It would be helpful if you acknowledged that that not all attempts are intended for harm.

what are you talking about, this is definitely a deli-based argument

[restitchtime]

Intention doesn't matter as much as the actual effect.

the problem stems from rose wanting pastrami instead

[mamadonna]

Then answer me this, have my interactions with you caused such great pain to you in the time we've been conversing here?

Vague irritation does not qualify for an answer in the affirmative, I'm referring to legitimate emotional distress.

i don't see the problem. pastrami is clearly the superior meat.

[restitchtime]

Sorry, but there's almost nothing in paradox space that can send me spiraling into 'legitimate emotional distress'.

[she grins a little, confident]

you won't hear any disagreement from me on that one

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa meets it with a wide smile, satisfied. ]

Ah, but that is inconsistent with your previous point. While it is true that a gulf between intention and effect can exist at considerable proportions when one is not mindful of her words, the relevance of such a statement is questionable when there is no such effect occurring.

spoiler: i don't actually like pastrami whoops

[restitchtime]

[she shrugs a little]

Hey, just because I haven't found anything to send me into a tizzy yet doesn't mean it isn't out there. Better safe than sorry.

that's okay, i'm not wild about ham

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa's own shrug is more exaggerated and facetious. ]

But it seems needless to remain so guarded against matters that you're already certain will not.

[restitchtime]

I didn't ever think that I'd be playing a doomed death game to save the entire universe, but look how that turned out. Pretty sure I'm justified in keeping things close to the chest.

[mamadonna]

Well, we are at the moment more discussing acceptance than divulgence.