004 // just dance on fire

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[ action; Welp.

Bro could say that tailor is a pretty kosher job as far as jobs go. Yes, he is entirely satisfied with this choice in career, and not bored even in the slightest. It's like Mayfield analyzed him and spoke to his truest of true callings, by which he means it went "oh he kinda likes sewing all right then take the most side-eyed career you can get." Actually, all the more suspicious manly drone behavior is kind of a plus. He only wishes they were easier to rock the boat with.

So yes, to make a long story short, Mister Strider is finally actually doing stuff in his new career as a tailor instead of idly sitting around in the store poking at shit. Hey, it's thread and needles, he can handle that. Maybe even snag some to take home if he's cool about it. Taking all the clients and flash-step measuring, that's just the way to be.

Don't worry about the sword. He's just very attached to it. Moral support since Lil Cal's not around.

Now he only has to get around to fabric and stuffing.... ]

[ phone, evening; ]

So this is the nine to five lifestyle, huh. Get up and walk on over to trouser central, live the most exciting damn existence since Cher's second-to-last last tour, do it again tomorrow. Been a while since I went out into the bona fide workforce.

Pretty cute. Not my style but you won't hear me gettin' all butthurt over a new routine. Even if it's amazing everyone didn't just lose their shit like monkeys in a barfight when they realized they had nothing to do in this decade. Takes tenacity. Gotta respect the survivors.

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[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[Mom has come in to the tailor's to see if she can get a few things from her wardrobe altered to be just a tad less 'June Cleaver.' She's relieved to see that the place isn't entirely populated by drones. And the flash step sewing is just entertaining to watch.]

Busy day, Mr. Strider?

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Like the busiest fucking beehive, good lady Egbert. Here to turn out the most irresistible honey that is apparently made up of well-fitted clothing.

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[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you could make time for my trifling request? The other tailors seem loathe to take me seriously.

[She's sick of hearing 'now why would you want to ruin such pretty clothes, Sugar?']

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've got time all over the place today. Everyone else gets to handle the boring stuff as long they won't complain about it.

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[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

How fortuitous. I was hoping to get a few things altered. Floral shirt-waist dresses aren't exactly my style. Think you're up to the challenge?

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Shrug. ] Sure. Not really my style either, I get where you're at.

So laaate. Sorry^^; Feel free to ignore...

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

If the skirts were a little shorter and a bit less...... poufy, I could live with it.

[There really is just no better word for it.]

At least until the incomparable postal system sees fit to grace me with my wardrobe.

Don't worry about it!

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Just a matter of time. Don't worry, chica, I'll get you out of all these poodle skirts and impromptu drag races long enough to wait on mister postman.

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[timetables.livejournal.com]

[ don't mind your little bro he's just. there. staring. watching. observing. other words that imply he's standing there looking at you oddly.

well really how else could things go? ]

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Yep. That's about what he'd expect from this. Going to eventually stop off in front of you. ]

Lose a button or what.

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[timetables.livejournal.com]

I dunno. I've been feeling like I need my scarf on or something.

Do you do that now. Is that a thing that you do?

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, let me hop right the fuck to it. [ He says as he doesn't go anywhere. ]

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[timetables.livejournal.com]

I sense a curious and disturbing lack of scarf assembly.

[ scarves are assembled, right? ]

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Well shit son, here I thought you brought your own. Unless you planned on getting half-strangled by a beautifully tailored pair of pants.

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[timetables.livejournal.com]

Oh so I need some sort of ritual offering to begin this process?

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Your firstborn should do.

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[spaceshadowfax]

[She came for advice on how to make sweaters and staying because his speed is fascinating.]

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ This arrangement completely works for him. Bro can be a sucker for showing off. He is the king of zippity doo dah. ]

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[spaceshadowfax]

[If she had popcorn there's a good possibility she'd be eating it.

But alas, she does not so instead she's patiently standing and studying.]

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[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah okay he really has jack shit to do right now, this is basically because he can. ]

What's up.

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind a very obviously non-drone fellow tailor looking at you curiously, Bro. How can you tell he's not a drone? Because most drones don't come with giant butterfly wings attached to their back. Seriously, you'd think he was god tier or something.

Silence has been a tailor for so long that there was at least one stretch of time where he was the only non-drone tailor in Mayfield...which may be why there's an odd predominance of clothing that looks like it was designed for eighteenth century nobility lying around the shop. More recently he's actually had company in the form of other non-drones working in the shop...although the lack of a voice has made socializing with any of them rather difficult.

This person, however, is intriguing enough to be worth making an effort.

So he approaches Bro, usual notepad in hand, and lightly taps his shoulder to get his attention.]

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Ohh, company, that's always a plus. He'd be lying if he said he expected any, but who gives two fucks about expectations anymore anyway. Bro turns to attention and gives the wings a bit of a look from behind his shades. ]

Sup.

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence smiles a bit in greeting, then holds out his notebook. It's flipped open to its first page, which he long ago wrote a basic introduction on and has left in the notebook to be conveniently reused as necessary.

Don't mind the slightly elegant script, Bro, he writes big so as to make it more legible.]

I AM SILENCE. I AM MUTE AND CANNOT SPEAK. IT IS A PLEASURE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Goes ahead and reads that well-written page. ]

Right, likewise. Pretty straightforward name you got there, though.

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence shrugs and smiles; it's a nickname, of course, but one so long established and so practical that he's never fought its use. None of the people he's met in the past few decades know his real name.

Taking the notebook back, he flips to a blank page and scribbles for a moment.]

WHY DO YOU HAVE A SWORD?