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[wigs]

Oh my goodness. I have no idea how any of you do it, but I am at the end of my rope!

[Dramatic? Maybe. But it's completely warranted, considering all the things she's been subjected to this month. Poor Effie. Her life is so hard.:c]

It's not enough that we've been taken here against our will, but we have to tiptoe around monsters and whatever else is hiding in the depths of this ship living in our midst. And all right, I've resigned myself to accepting it just like everyone else has to, but must they rob us of our sleep, too?

[She sniffs, completely appalled at the indignities they're forced to go through.] Do you know how difficult it is to keep to a beauty regimen in a place like this? It's hard enough without the proper supplies, but sleep is needed to retain one's good looks, and I've been severely lacking in it lately.

Anyway-- [She waves a hand, looking significantly calmer than she was just a moment ago.] --I just wanted to get that off my chest. We're all entitled to our complaints once in a while. After all, venting is necessary to keep an optimistic outlook on life.

[Effie makes a move to turn off her communicator but withdraws her hand at the last second. Sorry guys, you have to endure her for a few more minutes.]

Oh, one last thing. A week or so ago, the elevator unkindly brought me to a floor I certainly didn't want to go to, and I found this. [Attached is a file called wheel.jpeg.] I thought it might belong to someone, since it looks too strange to simply be a random object lying around. If it's yours, please take it off my hands. It's taking up space in my room. Thank you!

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[carbonite]

Oh, I know. I'm just at the end of my tether; I have no idea what to do with myself.

permavid.

[wigs]

I know. All this stress is not good for-- [She stops talking abruptly, her eyes narrowing.] Oh, it's you.

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[carbonite]

I'm surprised you recognize me, sweetheart.

[wigs]

I'd recognize that grating voice anywhere. [A beat.] And don't call me that.

[carbonite]

I like to think that my rich baritone fulfills lives, thank you. Besides, I'm pretty sure you didn't stop thinking about me.

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[comesalong]

There you go, let it all out. If someone doesn't like to hear it they can just...point their big ears somewhere else.

permavid.

[wigs]

Thank you for being so understanding, dear. Everyone has different ways of coping. [And hers is whining, apparently.]

permavid.

[comesalong]

[Amy yells. And bites, when it calls for it.]

I totally get it. I used to have nails. And nail polish!

[She holds her hand up. Yep, nearly bitten to the quick.]

[wigs]

[Effie tuts in concern.]

Oh, your poor fingers. [A beat.] Actually, a few other girls and I recently got ourselves manicures, and I believe I still have some supplies leftover. I'm sure we can do something to salvage your nails. [Or whatever's left of them.]

[killarevolution]

Having a moment, Effie?

[Yeah, he's snickering. What else is new.]

[wigs]

I'm just letting off some steam. [She's just going to ignore his snickering.] All of this just gets so frustrating, even to someone as patient as me.

[killarevolution]

That's what the training is for. Even you can't disagree that throwing knives at things isn't relaxing.

[well, it is when you can throw straight...]

[wigs]

[SHE HIT THE TARGET. A FEW TIMES.]

Things can't talk back at you. Sometimes a girl needs a little commiseration.

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[wolfchild]

do you go around grabbing everything you find

[ tiredly typing out hypocrisy. that's our arya. ]

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[wigs]

Only those that are potentially useful. [Or shiny.]

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[wolfchild]

like a spinning wheel

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[wigs]

Is that what it's called? What is it for? [Yeah, she knows nothing about it.]

[vivelavenir]

Ah... a means for spinning thread, Mademoiselle-? If you should need help removing it from your room when its owner is found, or if she is not, please do not hesitate to ask.

[Granted she carried it to her room, but, well. Manners. Since she was quite so exhausted.]

[wigs]

You are so sweet to offer your assistance -- I'll let you know if we do need your help. [A beat.] But if you can indulge me a bit, what exactly is spinning thread?

[vivelavenir]

Oh...

[And here, he can't help but colour a little, as he's about to prove himself a bit deficient of practice again. But! He knows the rules, anyway.]

I admit, I have not spun thread myself. It's considered somewhat out of date, in the time I hail from; an old, but nobel art. Spinning thread is simply spooling it, on long wooden apparatus. The wheel twins threads together, to make them strong, before spooling them, for use in sewing and making fabrics for garments.

Generally speaking, it's to do with the fashion industry, and used by tailors, seamstresses and mothers, once upon a time.

[wigs]

[Well, that is actually more information than what she was expecting, but she isn't complaining.]

I suppose people had to make do with what they had, but I can't even imagine living in that time. It must have taken forever to make a single dress.

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[gilding]

Odd, that a woman apparently so invested in her looks wouldn't know a spinning wheel when she saw one.

[It could be an insult. But his tone stays rather light, expression only seeming mildly amused.]

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[wigs]

No need for the "apparently!" [When you live in the Capitol, there is no shame in vanity.

And fortunately, any intended insult in his tone flies over her head.] A kind boy explained its use to me, but the device is so outdated that it's completely irrelevant where I come from.

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[gilding]

Oh, I very much doubt that, dearie. Thread still needs to be spun. You may have that wheel on a grander, mass-mechanised scale, but it's still only one step away. We can never forget our origins, after all.

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[wigs]

I definitely appreciate its invention, but I'm more interested in what it makes. [A beat.] Are you one of those people who come from a time where it's still used?