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]

When either or both parties can learn from the debate, if only about the other participant, certainly. But when no such exchange occurs from the antagonism, it can feel somewhat fruitless.

[restitchtime]

Only to the loser. [yeeeeeeah you can tell what her opinion on this whole thing is pretty quickly]

[mamadonna]

[ She squints in response. ] It isn't really a competition.

[restitchtime]

That's up for interpretation. [lol she ain't even bothered]

[mamadonna]

And what would there be to gain from eschewing discussion to ensure victory?

[restitchtime]

Knowing what buttons to push, for one.

[mamadonna]

What, to quicken the end of a future encounter?

[restitchtime]

Or to get an edge in a fight.

[mamadonna]

I should think some such buttons would be counter-intuitive in such circumstances. They would likely only inflame your opponents ire and inspire them to attack you more viciously.

[restitchtime]

In a fight you need to stay focused and look for weak spots. If you're upset then you're going to make more mistakes, making it easier for me to kick the shit out of you.

[mamadonna]

And you regularly consider those you associate in regards to how you would fight them? I begin to question again if you aren't in fact Alternian in origin.

[restitchtime]

I promise I'm just a couple shades too red for you fuckers to call your own. That kind of shit's just how I kept on top of things growing up.

[mamadonna]

That hue isn't entirely unheard of among our populace, much as it may be discouraged. But the same could be said of any of us, that the circumstances under which we lived required such an approach.

[restitchtime]

I'm sure it could, except for the fact that it didn't lead me to being inclined to decimate every living species available or whatever the hell kind of stories Fussbudget kept trying to tell me. I just try to make sure I've got all my bases covered if anything ever goes to shit.

[mamadonna]

Well, your Fussbudget wasn't entirely accurate. Our collective actions don't necessarily reflect those on a more individual level.

[restitchtime]

I don't think any species that wasn't a fucking hivemind could say that was true anyway. It's just a generalization to underline what the hell I'm talking about.

[mamadonna]

You're saying that you thrive under the circumstances which are common to you. I only draw the comparison in the thoughts which inspire my own to their survival.

I'd been given the impression that matter among humans were often different. Was this incorrect?

[restitchtime]

Thrive makes it sound like I enjoyed that endless horeshit. I know how to deal with it and that's all. [she will never enjoy anything related to Bro]

Nah, that sounds about right. It was a big planet of handholding diversity and all that other great variety crap.

[mamadonna]

Perhaps this is the inspiration that led you to feel uncomfortable in your attempts to fit amongst them.

[restitchtime]

Who said anything about being uncomfortable? [don't kid yourself Rose you're uncomfortable with yourself] I just don't like spending time with morons.

[mamadonna]

Which would seem to describe a discomfort with the world around you.

[restitchtime]

It's annoyance. That's a pretty big difference from discomfort. [discomfort is weak. annoyance can be dealt with.]

[mamadonna]

Only a matter of degree, I should think. I've always considered annoyance a very mild form of discomfort.

[restitchtime]

The only discomfort anyone gets from annoyance is the pain that eventually comes if they keep it up.

[mamadonna]

You have mentioned headaches repeatedly.