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Characters: [AU1] Kanaya Maryam and yoooooou
Setting: Floor 15, the workshop OR the infirmary, backdated to a few days after returning from the nightmare worlds.
Format: Start prose, can match
Summary: After her first hectic days in the Tower, Kanaya is finally allowed to leave the infirmary (after almost dying of boredom). She about has a heart attack upon realizing that all of the clothes in her trunk show her symbol in red. So, she heads to the workshop, to hopefully remedy this problem.
Warnings: Probably language, and mentions of injury.

[Floor 15]
Kanaya frowned at the expanse of dark gray fabric before her. It had been a long time since she'd really sewn anything. She had patched up the jacket that Vriska made her, but making clothes in their own right was something she hadn't had the time for in what felt like sweeps. Beside her was a small pile of clothing -- things that bore the Virgo symbol in that stupid mutant color of hers. She could paint the shirt again, but...a patch would suffice for her coat. It felt wrong to make too drastic of a change.

Hopefully the skills would come back to her. The white body suit was not exactly the most comfortable thing to wear all the time (though it was effective for hiding all the bandages she was dressed with). She grabbed the pencil that she had set aside and began drawing out the shapes required for a simple tee-shirt. She'd paint the symbol on once it was all put together.

[Infirmary]
Kanaya did not consider her life to be boring. Not in the least. Especially not since she had revealed her blood color. Honestly, her life was pretty exciting, if downright shitty in most aspects.

And yet, medical blocks were still unspeakably boring. She sighed, staring down at the bandages covering her arms. She'd probably need to change them soon, but she always dreaded having to take them off, for fear of anyone seeing her mutation. The blood was mistakable for maroon while it was dry, but usually the wounds required cleaning too.

She'd put it off for a little while longer. Until then, time to count the folds in the sheets on the bed.

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[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Kanaya, jade Kanaya that is, walks into the workshop with the intent of making some simple things for her friends here for this human holiday called Christmas. She wasn't really sure what she could make all of them that she could complete on time. Also on her mind is if they would still be around there, something horrible was surely about to happen soon, if she was correct about the pattern. Kanaya enters the workshop lost in thought so it takes her a few moments to realize that someone else is in here, let alone that it's her alternate self.

"Oh! Kanaya, hello," it feels odd addressing another with her name, but she figures she'll get used to it.

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Red Kanaya has just started to cut out the pieces that will become her shirt when she hears what she can only describe as her own voice. At first she thinks, 'How strange, I didn't say anything,' and then wonders if maybe she's started hallucinating.

She turns, and-- wow. That's like looking in a mirror. Except her reflection is better dressed. She quickly comes to the conclusion that oh, this must be the other Kanaya she encountered on the network.

So, she gives a smile and greets courteously, "Hello. I was wondering when we would run across each other."

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Kanaya sits down at a table with a piece of paper and a pencil, "It is peculiar that it took so long for us to meet face to face, but if we were to meet anywhere this would be the place," she pauses for a moment, "That is if you have the same interest in fashion that I do."

it isn't until right then that she looks at her alternate and what she's wearing, it's much more worn than what she has. Kanaya bites her lip a bit and hopes that she hasn't said anything to offend the other girl. That's not exactly how she would want meeting Red Kanaya to go.

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"I concur that this is indeed a strange thing," agreed the candyblood. She adopts a thoughtful expression before amending, "Then again, the tower is very large, and I have been very preoccupied, for lack of a better word, since my arrival. So maybe it is not that strange after all."

Thankfully, Redkan doesn't seem offended. She gives a small smile. "I do indeed have a very vested interest in fashion," she begins, "However, my lifestyle did not often allow the luxury of sewing attire or designing outfits. I am concerned that I may be out of practice. I can't go on wearing this awful thing, though."

'This awful thing' meaning the white body suit, that is. Honestly, they couldn't have picked a more stylish (and less snug) kind of uniform dress?

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Kanaya feels a bit bad that her blood color allowed her all the luxuries she really needed. She never really thought about how her life would be if she had a lower blood color. "If you are worried about being out of practice I could help you, or at least offer some advice if you so need."

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Redkan smiles, pleased at the offer. It would be nice to have someone to talk about fashion with, and who would understand better than herself? "I think that I would like that," she concedes kindly. "Thank you."

Following that, she nods to another chair at the workshop table. "You are welcome to stay and converse with me if you would like to," offered the doppelganger with courtesy. "You are not obligated to, of course, but I am interested as to how differently our timelines progressed while we were a part of them. I also think that getting to know you better would be nice."