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]

[ 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?

[lordoffabulous]

That could plausibly work. Perhaps a choker-looking adornment...

[ Yeah he is actually seriously considering this hmmm... ]

Really, the worst travesty in this place appears to be their inconsiderate thoughts on our dressing arrangements.

[ But anyway, at least he's out of her personal space for now and is, in fact, suddenly in the other end of the room because DIAMONDS and TELEPORTING. Looking at fabric! ]

But this will do, I suppose.

[mamadonna]

[ The sudden disappearance surprised her, and she turned again to face the new direction of his voice. ]

Well, uh, as long as you don't expect it to present complications when they demand our presence for the regular maintenance.

[lordoffabulous]

A hole in it could easily fix that problem. Perhaps a small opening or a slit, considering they drain whatever is in here out of it.

[ He waves a gloved hand airily; yes, he has put some thought into this. Grabbing some purple fabric first. And some black. ... Hardly surprising. ]

I DO find myself wondering why they've not bothered to at least make some attempt at clothing. They're obviously not shorthanded.

[mamadonna]

I imagine they find themselves less than concerned with the subject, as they must likewise have little care for our general comfort.

[ She digs some spare thread to match the pieces he selected from the basket she'd kept on her worktable, then held them out to him. ]

Perhaps if the item you make were to be easily removable, they would raise no alarm at it as you arrive for the occasion. Some variety of scarf?

[lordoffabulous]

Unfortunately true.

[ Sighhhh, what can you do? But oh, that's not a bad idea at all. ]

It's actually something I've found myself pondering for a time. Given the weather, I don't think one would be amiss...

[mamadonna]

Given the right shade, it may quite successfully accentuate your ensemble, in fact. And hardly a difficult pattern to accomplish, either.

[ She reaches for her staff and pulls herself to her feet, moving over to a basket full of cloth and carefully kneeling down next to it to sort through his options. ]

I don't believe you announced your preferred name, though I am guilty of a similar rudeness. I do hope you'll accept my apology, I am the Dolorosa.