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]

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.

[restitchtime]

If it's not something you do every day that's all you really need them to be, right? [she shrugs]

This place seems to think I'm going to have a lot of fucking free time - that trunk at the end of my bed was crammed full of my sewing shit.

[mamadonna]

Well, this is the first such outfit I've had opportunity to prepare in a considerable amount of time, personally.

[ Her gaze is thoughtful and a bit distant, until she snaps herself back to attention. ]

I'd be glad to see your work, if you're willing to display it. But perhaps introductions may be more immediately appropriate.

I am the Dolorosa.

[restitchtime]

Rose Strider. [she doesn't move to add any typical introduction pleasantries to her name, goes straight on to raise one pale eyebrow at the next topic instead]

I don't really do anything close to clothes making; I've got no business sticking my nose into shit that's not for me, and I can respect that. So unless you want to see some shitty puppets I don't have much to show.

[mamadonna]

[ She rests a hand on her chin, regarding Rose with some amusement. ]

I doubt I would be opposed to seeing them. Perhaps I could either offer some instruction on the topic, assuming I don't myself learn anything from the examples.

[restitchtime]

All right, but don't say I didn't warn you. Think I stuck one in my sylladex before wandering around, hang on... [she fiddles with her sylladex for a second before pulling a red smuppet out of it, balancing the plush on her hand]

Keep in mind that I used to make these for someone who I really didn't care about giving great quality to.

[mamadonna]

Oh.

[ She looks at it with some uncertain curiosity, then takes her staff and rises to her feet to get a closer look. ]

It's...quite a wonder of an object! Do you mind if I inspect it more directly?

[restitchtime]

Sure, feel it up all you want. I wouldn't have taken it out if I didn't want you touching it. [she holds it out a little, an undercurrent of amusement rippling through her stoic expression]

[mamadonna]

[ She takes it warily, uncertain what to make of it's protruding proboscis...or posterior, for that matter. Turning it around in her hands, getting to know its texture. ]

Well, it is very soft, at the least.

[restitchtime]

[Rose can't help but let a little smile creep onto her face at the fact that this alien lady is basically groping a fetish item.]

It's supposed to be. Plush rump and all that.

[mamadonna]

[ And she is absolutely none the wiser. ]

And you make many to these same specifications, Rose? I would imagine they could do with some clothing.

[restitchtime]

[life is so good right now.]

Pretty much, unless the asshole I make them for wants something different. He was never really interested in tiny outfits for them.

[mamadonna]

[ And only about to get better. ]

And what was it he typically utilized them for?

[restitchtime]

[it's a good thing that Rose is practiced in stoic faces, otherwise she'd ruin this beautiful moment]

Mostly sex sites.

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa isn't. She'll make up for the lack, as her face contorts between horror and disgust, and she just awkwardly passes the smuppet back in Rose's direction. ]

[restitchtime]

[she takes it and places it comfortable on her shoulder, smirking pretty damn wide. god life is good right now.]

I guess that answers a lot of questions you had all at once, huh?

[mamadonna]

...More than I could possibly have desired.

[ She tilts her head. Something doesn't add up here. ] What number of sweeps are you, at present?

[restitchtime]

Don't know about sweeps, but I'm thirteen years old. [and if you call her young she's going to get mighty defensive. she can handle herself, ok.]

[mamadonna]

[ She has no idea what years are, so she's just going to ignore that. ]

You certainly don't appear so old. I would have made the estimate that you were nearer to half that age.

[restitchtime]

[aaaand there's the icy look out in full force]

Pretty sure we're running on different timepieces, then, because I know that for all my foibles I sure as fuck don't look like a toddler.

[mamadonna]

[ Oh, whoops, did she do something wrong here? D: ]

Well, the age you supplied would imply adulthood, whereas you at least appear to be firmly in adolescence! My dealings with humans is rather limited, though I have encountered at least one more visibly matured than is evident in your case.

But perhaps I've fallen into the trap of some false assumption, expecting xenobiological progressions to be roughly equivalent.

[restitchtime]

Yeah, it's probably that. Even if it's not that's what I'm going with since the other option is that I look so young nobody can take me seriously, and that can just fuck off right now.

[seriously. she is a capable young woman!!!1!]

[mamadonna]

Well, I don't intend to fail in taking you seriously, Rose, but I feel certain interests to be wholly inappropriate when included within the interests of so young an individual.

[ And she is kind of a prude. :c ]

[restitchtime]

[oh, it's about that? Rose can't help it - she laughs, tone filled with obvious amusement]

God, you think the smuppets are bad? This is practically nothing. You'd have an aneurysm if you ever saw the shit I did every day at home.