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[unfollowing]

i'm aware i asked this a few months ago, but now i actually have materials to get started, so i'm asking again:

does anyone know how to sew? hand stitching, specifically. i now have really nice cotton (thank you, delight!!!) that we can make clothes with

right now, we have a bolt of white cotton fabric. if you want a different color, tell delight a happy memory, and she'll give us more fabric. but don't, like, dogpile her or anything. be nice, for fuck's sake

[Emily, who are you to talk about being nice...................]

if you're interested in sewing, meet me here: [and she attaches an image of a map with one of the shops circled]

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[tongueamok]

I'm fairly versed in tailoring.

[Comes with the territory of having to alter his own clothes for years.]

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[unfollowing]

okay, come over and show me. make yourself a new robe or whatever, i'll learn from that

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[tongueamok]

Were you given some tools, as well? Needles and thread and such?

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[unfollowing]

just fabric. i found the rest in the shops

[Looks like Hope knows what he's doing after all. Kind of.]

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[tongueamok]

Ah. I should have thought about that myself. I will see what I can find for myself and bet there shortly.

[Despite the fact he still wants to correct her on it's a tabard and vestment, not a robe and he's already preparing himself to regret this decision, he does show up at the spot marked on the map. He even managed to procure his own needles, thread, scissors and chalk.]

[unfollowing]

[Actually, she wouldn't mind (much) if he corrected her on that. She has to know the correct terminology for all things fashion, even for garments that probably wouldn't be rated as fashionable.

But whatever, it's his life.

Emily looks up from her sketch when he walks in, then nods to where the fabric is.]

Go for it. Let me know when you're ready so I can learn what you know.

[tongueamok]

[He gives her a polite smile and bow, trying to be more agreeable with her than the last time they dealt with one another. It has been some time since he got to do any work with fabric, after all, and he would like the practice.

Only one problem.]

Well, we could start right now, in that case. I cannot wear white, so perhaps I could make something for you instead.

[unfollowing]

[She takes all of that in stride, right up until that last part, which earns him a frown, and a flat, incredulous tone as she repeats,] You can't wear white. Why not.

[Don't clerics wear white by default? ...like she knows anything about religion, though.]

[tongueamok]

[While the real reason has to do with the fact he's cursed and there are numerous rules and superstitions about that sort of thing -- all of which he is apt to follow, lest he bring further misfortune upon himself and his lineage -- he opts for something easier.]

It's complicated.

[Yes, because that explains a lot and will surely sate her questions. That's why he moves onto the next suggestion immediately.]

Perhaps I could make a bag for you, or a cloak. Or anything I could draft up, really. It's not hard, once you get the basics down.

[unfollowing]

[Hey, if he doesn't want to share it, whatever. It's not her problem. Emily shrugs his answer off, then purses her lips as she considers his offer. A bag would be nice. Something to take when she goes "shopping" here. Of course, since it's white, it'll get gross really fast, but she can always throw it in the washing machine when it gets too bad.]

Show me how to make a bag.

[It sounds a lot less like a command and more like there's a 'please' somewhere in there. Right now, with such nice fabric at her disposal, it's hard to be in too bossy a mood.]

[tongueamok]

A bag it is, then.

[He beelines for the fabric, taking it in hand to study the quality.]

This is where I'd normally suggest taking to paper your idea for a bag, or tunic, or whatever garment you'd be drafting, but as this is a demonstration, we'll just go straight for the throat, shall we?

[He pulls the fabric across a bare countertop.]

Now, what do you know about sewing? Any part of it?

[unfollowing]

[That's definitely one way to talk about sewing? Sounds really bloody, and it's not one she would use, but she'll just let it slide, moving things aside to make room for the fabric.]

What I know, I know in theory. So like, I know about different kinds of fabrics, cuts, needles, garment construction. Stuff like that. And I can hem pants and all of that.

[She must sound like such an idiot.]

I learn fast, though.

[tongueamok]

Good. The premise is the same as hemming, just on a larger scale, and, ah... not sewing something to itself.

[Okay, so not like hemming, but from the sound of it, she already knows plenty. Setting his own bag aside, Carlisle gets his piece of chalk and taps it against his free hand -- the white chalk dusts up some powder from seemingly nowhere in his palm, and turns a light blue. Satisfied he'll now be able to see the lines on white, he sketches two tall rectangles onto the fabric. Down the side of the fabric he goes for a long strip: that'll be the strap.]

There. Nothing magnificent, but it'll be easy to sew and of practical use when finished. Personally, I'd use sturdier fabric for the outside, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.

[unfollowing]

We could always use some of the shitty fabric from the clothes in the shops.

[And sure, sure, he can talk all he wants about hemming versus sewing, but right now, Emily has just one question.]

What did you just do to that chalk?

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle pauses as he prepares to cut the fabric. Of all the questions involving tailoring that Carlisle had been prepared to answer, that was not one of them. He glances down at his chalk.]

Well, white wasn't going to show up on white, now was it?

[unfollowing]

No shit. [Emily levels a blank stare at him.] You didn't answer my question, though.

[Look man if you can dye stuff with magic, she needs to know.]

[tongueamok]

Ah. I simply conjured some colored powder into my hand and used it to shift the color of the chalk. It's fairly basic magic where I'm from, sort of a minor form of transfiguration. Anyone with basic spellcrafting and a little bit of alchemical knowledge could probably do it.

[That was a lot more words than he probably needed for that answer.]

[unfollowing]

[It definitely answered her question, at least.]

People where I'm from talk about magic and spells and all of that, but you can never really be sure it's real. It's pretty cool that it's actually real where you're from.

[She's sure that if she were from a world like his, she'd want to learn. Hell, she would learn, and she'd be great at it.]

[tongueamok]

So I have been told. [By Chris, actually.] It's hard to feel extraordinary when such skills are commonplace, but I appreciate the sentiment.

[unfollowing]

Easy on the modesty there. [She rolls her eyes, but all that sarcasm is tempered by a tiny snicker.

And then, fuck it, she just goes for it.] Can you teach me magic?

[tongueamok]

[He opens his mouth for an immediate answer, but pauses with a puzzled look.]

I... honestly don't know?

[He says that as though the thought itself is incredulous.]

I don't know if the magical energy I know to manipulate is intrinsic to my world or not. Learning to harness it is usually started at a young age, but I don't see why an adult couldn't learn glyphcrafting or alchemy.

[unfollowing]

[So what he's saying is it's possible until proven otherwise.

Emily can work with that.]

You won't know until you try, so you may as well. Do you need, like, a specific time or place or something, or can you just do magic whenever you want?

Now that I kind of have an answer on this!

[tongueamok]

Well, I can do magic as I need, but for someone to learn, I would have to look into it. I do have a book on alchemy in my apartment. Perhaps when I get back, I'll take a look and see if there's a way I could convey its lessons to you.

[He pauses for a second, thinking.]

I already know what he hard part will be: finding reagents.

[unfollowing]

Cool.

[She won't get overly excited about it, in case it doesn't work, but it's still cool.]

Wait, did you find that book an alchemy here? [Can he read whatever language so many of the books in the library are in?]

[tongueamok]

Ah, no, unfortunately. I'm not sure they'd sell such things here, and the library seem to be completely useless. It's one from back home, an introductory tome penned by famed alchemist Pendlebrook Brimstone. I even managed to get an autographed copy.

[He says that with the proudest grin as he starts cutting the fabric.]