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

[restitchtime]

It doesn't really apply here, so it doesn't really fucking matter.

[mamadonna]

Which is to say that you'd prefer not to share, I imagine.

[restitchtime]

It's not going to fucking happen here, so what's the point of talking about it? All that does is tempt paradox space to find a way to spite you.

[mamadonna]

But should it not apply here as you just stated, does this mean that you fear actually relating the matter would risk...calling it into being?

[restitchtime]

Considering just how badly the world loves giving me a metaphorical kick in the teeth whenever it can I'd rather not take the chance.

[mamadonna]

It sounds as if you've already surrendered to the inevitability of fortune and fate with such a statement, rather than striving to transcend it forcefully.

[restitchtime]

Contrary to popular belief I don't actually rush into every problem headfirst and screaming. There are some things that are better to avoid if you can rather than expend all the effort needed to wreck it.

[mamadonna]

Well, having only just met you, I can't consider myself familiar with the popular beliefs in your direction, only what I can ascertain from what you're related.

I simply can't help finding the regular lamentation of bad luck while also speaking against any worth being attributed to the concept somewhat contradictory.

[restitchtime]

You don't need luck if you know how to work around it, but shit can still rain down on you in the first place. It's not as mutually exclusive as it seems.

[mamadonna]

Working against its predilections is perfectly reasonable, but it is much easier when one acknowledges its existence.

[restitchtime]

I've got plenty of experience fighting unknowns, so it doesn't bother me too much.

[mamadonna]

No, you only mention it with a regular frequency. It is by no means an indicator that you are bothered.