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Before you go flinging shit all over me, I know there's worse to worry about right now, but if any of you knows how to sew and has the cloth to spare I'll find some way to pay you back.
These blue rugs make shitty ponchos and unlike some of you lucky bastards I never got more than one set of space pajamas. I'll take spares, too, if that's all there is to go around.
[AJ's voice is utterly defeated right now, but then she's been wearing one of those bolts of blue alien fabric that had been collected from a month or two ago, the badly folded likes of which have been covering the shredded back-side of her crew-issue jumpsuit for the last two days. She's been feeling about as comfortable as a cat in a festive sweater.]
These blue rugs make shitty ponchos and unlike some of you lucky bastards I never got more than one set of space pajamas. I'll take spares, too, if that's all there is to go around.
[AJ's voice is utterly defeated right now, but then she's been wearing one of those bolts of blue alien fabric that had been collected from a month or two ago, the badly folded likes of which have been covering the shredded back-side of her crew-issue jumpsuit for the last two days. She's been feeling about as comfortable as a cat in a festive sweater.]
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[what the fuck is a decepticon]
It is a dark purple?
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Its not sparkly is it
Dont you need some kind of waist measurements or something
[As much as it makes her squeamish to ask. She doesn't want something that's going to fall down around her bony hips or fly up if she's forced to run or climb or hang upside down.]
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Oh yes. That would be good.
Honestly everyone I have ever made a shirt for has been with me when I made it.
[spoiler: she's only made shirts for a very tall, very skinny psychopath.]
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Ill come to you
Where do you live
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Near the middle of camp. My dog is usually outside my site.
I am Nill by the way.
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Theres a couple
[Oh, right, formalities. AJ sometimes forgets, or chooses to ignore those... but she's trying to be good for the sake of weedling something out of someone who has a skill she can't hope to emulate.]
Call me harris
Nill got it
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He is black, white, and brown though. He is kind of shaggy. He answers to Dog.
[it's the dog from "cowboys and aliens" because one time nill was friends with daniel craig]
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[Too smart and too shaggy, in AJ's books, but then she's always been awkward around animals, ever since her big brother's first huge mongrel tried to run her down as a toddler. Her mental image has since been somewhat skewed, even if she knows more about various herd dogs than she feels like she should.
She's self-consciously adjusting her butt-ugly poncho made out of the equivalent of rug-fibers when she reaches Nill's camp, fortuitously guarded by Dog. AJ has pocketed her device to stand out of muzzle-range of the animal. As with everything, her announcement lacks tact.]
Are you Nill?
[If the young woman isn't outside, she can expect that to be shouted to try to rouse her from her tent.]
action.
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That she's trying to look less intense, standing back on her heels and crossing her arms defensively, doesn't serve to help her much, either. At least she's taken off guard when she sees Nill's wings twitching.]
Those still growing in or something?
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The blonde glances behind her. She thinks the wings have gotten bigger since she'd left the Underground, but measuring them herself is easier said than done. She gives a full flap, then turns back to AJ and shrugs with a nod. They probably are.]
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I never got measured for clothing before. Usually just hand-me-downs or uh, [thinking back on her life after her town was nuked, AJ tries to consider a word less disgusting than trash or corpse rummaging, and comes up short.] second-hand shit. What do I do?
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But that is neither here nor there right now.
Nill thinks for a moment, and then her eyes light up. She disappears back into her tent for a moment before reemerging with a roll of cotton bandages in her hands. This will work as well as a tape measure, probably. She gestures to AJ, and then holds both of her arms up, parallel to the ground. It'll be easier to measure her when she's in that position.]
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Like this?
[Lanky arms out, jagged elbows meant for doing damage and chordy fore-arms like she's been spending half her time monkeying up and down the tree-line... AJ reveals the rents in the side of the poncho and the tightly wrapped under-layer that passes for a bra over her pasty skin. It's all she can do not to mantle and threaten the girl into not trying anything, but there's been no indication that Nill plans on planting a knife between her ribs, and it wouldn't make any sense that she'd try.
While she's measured, AJ stands stock still as a nervy horse, tense and unhappy.]
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Delicately, Nill starts from the top and moves down, measuring AJ's shoulders, arms, and waist. She tries not to make it more awkward than it is when she carefully measures her bust, but can't help but turn a little pink. It had definitely been easier to do this to Heine. Each measurement is marked off by a knot in the bandages, ones she'll be able to undo later.
Once she's finished, just a few minutes later, she steps back and motions for AJ to put her arms down. She then holds up a finger, indicating she should wait a moment. The blonde disappears into her quarters once more before returning with a bundle of purple cloth. It's actually a dress that she's had since arrival, now too small for her. But it should work just fine for a shirt.]
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What the shit is that? I'm not wearing that, that's sleazy prom bait bullshit.
[Forgive her alarmed growl; she's always been at least a little horrified by the prospect of dresses. That particular baggage is always going to be out there in the open when the topic is tweaked on.]
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The blonde gestures to her shirt, and then the skirt of the dress. This is the purple material, silly!! She even goes so far as to mime scissors with her fingers to "cut" at the cloth.]
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Well, so long as it doesn't wind up looking that... that girly... but you gotta promise.
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But she had been trying harder than perhaps she had in her entire life to understand and to fit in to this messy, unorganized, motley camp, and she can see that Nill has been growing more uncomfortable by the minute. Rather than go for the jugular, like she normally would, AJ makes a concerted effort to back off.
She runs her bony fingers through her heavily haired scalp and casts a glare off to one side.]
It's not your fault, or anything, I'm not trying to shit on your day. I just have a thing about it. That you're willing to help at all means... a lot, I mean, nobody ever really offered shit like this before that wasn't sort of a trap to get me not to stick out like a sore thumb, so I was on edge.
How about I drop a bag of lizards off in a couple of days? I know where they like to nest. If everything hasn't all gone to hell, I should have a good brace of them.
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Nill thinks on that for a moment, amused with her own thought since technically, she's never spoken to anyone in her life.
But she waves the black humor away, and nods in agreement. Yes, a few days should be fine. She has enough to last Dog for at least that long. The blonde gathers the dress back into her arms, and takes half a step towards her lean-to. She raises a hand to give a single farewell wave before disappearing inside to get to work.]