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March 30, 2018 at 8:20 pm #5275
Once again the small mirror Kestrel had tried to balance on a fabric camping chair slid flat, reflecting the clear sky instead of the winged siren trying to pin fabric on her shoulders over her current clothes. She groaned and disentangled herself from the fabric so she could march across the small camp she and Duke called home (at least until they found a more permanent residence) to try and prop it back up. As luck would have it, as Kestrel tried to prop the mirror back up to a usable angle, she noticed someone nearby the camp. Quickly she siezed the opportunity fate had provided her, gathered up the fabric and pins in one arm and the mirror in her hands and rushed over.
“Sorry to bother you, but could you hold this for me please?” Kestrel asked, practically shoving the mirror into the person’s hands, “I’ve been trying to make myself a new chiton with this fabric I found but it’s really difficult to manage with no mirror.”March 31, 2018 at 3:32 pm #5282
Sheppard had been looking at the ground to avoid yet one more puddle when he suddenly found himself holding a mirror. He glanced up, then back down to the mirror before adjusting it to what he thought would allow Kestrel to actual use the thing. Once he’s satisfied that he’s got it pointing in at least something of the right direction he turns back up to face Kestrel. “This about right?” he asks.
With a smirk he throws “I gave up on wearing anything that I couldn’t put on while in the dark and being dead on my feet after 2 days straight of crawling through shite quite some time ago. Nothing like getting chased by a angry wargoose while your half naked to help you change your mind on your attire.”April 3, 2018 at 1:08 am #5298
As soon as the mirror was in his hands Kestrel was arranging fabric, looping one of the two rectangles under her wings and pinning it to the one draped in front of her at the shoulders. With a practiced hand she looped a rope belt around it to bring the whole ensemble together, but she frowned at her reflection.
“No, that’s just awful,” quickly she remembered Sheppard had asked her a question, “The fabric I mean, the mirror angle is perfect, thank you.” Kestrel started unpinning the fabric from her shoulders and further explained, “Fabric’s to heavy, it won’t hang right, might make a nice skirt though… Wait, chased by a wargoose? Should I be imagining a weasel-looking creature or a honking bird-looking creature? Or, gods,” the siren pulled a semi-horrified face, “A mixture of the two?”April 5, 2018 at 7:40 pm #5314
Sheppard watches as Kestrel arranges the fabric around her, glancing now and again at the mirror to make sure it didn’t move much. “It’s about the worst mix of the two critters you can get. It’s about the size of a goose, is just as territorial, and has a mouth full of meat rending teeth.”
He shakes his head in memory of the incident. “I was eventually able to tire the thing out, and then eventually able sneak back and grab my pack. It had gotten into all my rations by then, but considering the myriad of other things that could have happened. I took that loss gladly.”
A thought comes to Sheppard showing on his face. “I gotta wonder, with the way you’ve got that all tied around you, it ever come loose while running?”
April 6, 2018 at 5:39 am #5319
- This reply was modified 5 months, 3 weeks ago by Brian Ragsdale.
“Gods that sounds awful, I’m glad you made it out in one piece.” Kestrel shuddered, her feathers slightly puffing out, at the image of the unholy fusion of an angry goose and a meat-loving mongoose. It was not a pretty picture. She shook her head to clear her mind of the picture and folded the fabric, sticking the pins in it for safe keeping.
“I don’t know,” she admitted in response to his question, “I’ve never tried making my own chiton before. I thought it must be easy, just two rectangles of fabric, what could go wrong, but it does not look promising. Instead I might try and find a seamstress who can turn this into a skirt or something. My dresses at home did hold up to running and flying, though I honestly don’t know how much those below could see, it isn’t generally polite to stare up the clothing of someone flying over you. I appreciate you asking though, I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
A slight frown crossed Kestrel’s face, as the train of thought turned a bit heavier and weighed her eyebrows down. No, of course she wouldn’t have thought of this at home, on Serenus she never had to think about running for her life from slavers or horrible mongoogse-goose hybrids. Things were simpler there, safer.
“Life out here really is different than I expected,” she offered as an explanation for her sudden change of mood, “I’m not used to having to plan my clothing around my life potentially being in danger. It’s a strange change to have to make. Have you always lived like this?”April 6, 2018 at 9:17 pm #5323
Sheppard watches the change of expression, so the question doesn’t catch him off guard much. He pauses for a beat, his gaze meeting infinity as he thinks before answering, “I’d have to say yes. Like most tinkerer groups I know, we traveled around the Nexus in search of old world artifacts. Bits of information, scraps of machinery, ancient weapons, anything we could find to give us a connection to the world we came from.”
He gestures to his own clothing, “I was taught at a young age to always ‘Dress for Success’. You learn that you have to adapt the gear you talk with you on a salvage to what you might be dealing with while out there. Most of my troupe had our ‘usual’ standbys that we’d take most of the time. Solid boots, pants that don’t catch and tear too easy for when you have to run through brush, or the rusted out hull of a bunker. Something with pockets to keep things you always need on you, and to store the smaller things you find. A robust pack for the medium sized stuff.”
Shrugging, he brushes off part of his coat, trying to remove a real or imagined stain or dirt, hard to tell with the wear that most of his gear has seen. Glancing back over at the pile of fabric, “You know I could introduce you to a few folks who might be able to help you out on the sewing, back in town. There’s one or two of em I’d recommend personally.”April 8, 2018 at 7:15 pm #5340
An amused presence obverse the interactionApril 9, 2018 at 7:21 pm #5349
Despite the heavier mood that led to her question, Kestrel had to smile. “It sounds like your education has served you a lot better out here than mine has. Mine was more along the lines of,” here she took on the low dour tone of the choral instructor she had in chorus as a chick, “Kestrel you need to project if you want to be heard. Kestrel, breathe properly, you keep running out of breath!” She couldn’t help but break out into giggles at the memory. “That chorus instructor was a sour old vulture, but I guess I would be too if I was trying to choral a bunch of children who were only interested in trying their wings.”
With a fond memory lifting her spirits, Kestrel was able to give Sheppard a big smile at his offer. “That would be wonderful, thank you! It would be wonderful to be able to actually make clothes rather than ineffectually pinning things together and hoping for the best. Though only if it’s not too much trouble. I’ve already fairly interrupted your day and whatever you were doing. What did bring you out this way, anyway?”April 10, 2018 at 12:46 am #5354
Steam wanders throughout the town. face buried deep within his journal writting notes while talking to himself, which is not that unusual for him. You notice that where once there a broken lens of the goggles he seems to eternally wear on his head now holds instead the gem of true sight that he had gotten in his recent endevors, it refracting any light it can catch creating a almost disco-like patern across his journal, not that he seems to notice. “Now if I carry the one here and add it to r then I can….” Eventually due to deep thought he bumps into Kestrel before falling face first onto the ground. “Ow mother…. ow.” He starts to get up and dust himeself off a bit “I appologize I am not good at the whole perception thing and… oh hey guys”. He gives Shepherad a bit of a raised eyebrow as he notices the mirrorApril 10, 2018 at 11:59 pm #5365
A grin slowly spreads across Sheppard’s face as Kestrel reminiscences about her choral teacher. His gaze turns distant again as he glances at the ground, the retelling stirring a recollection of his own as his eyes drift towards the ground. He hears the question posed and looks back up to Kestrel and opens his mouth to start to reply as he notices Steam, and the close proximity to Kestrel. His arm lashes out first to stop the collision, then shifting to offer support to keep Kestrel from similarly falling to the ground.April 11, 2018 at 6:00 am #5366
Steam caught Kestrel completely by surprise, it was only thanks to Sheppard’s quick thinking that she was able to keep her feet. She flashed him a grateful smile and made a conscious effort to try and slow her startled heart and smooth her ruffled feathers. Once she had collected herself she planted fists on her hips and turned to face Steam.
“Honestly, Steam, if you’re wandering this close to the edge of town you really should be more careful. Especially with those slavers antagonizing us! Last thing we want is for anyone to get carried of by slavers, especially a clever mind like yours.” Kestrel stopped her lecture as she realized she sounded a lot like her mother. While there were certainly worse fates, she did feel a little embarrassed that she had just lectured a grown adult as if he were a young chick.
“Uh, sorry, you’re no chick—or child, sorry, I’m sure you know how to take care of yourself perfectly well. Just be more careful, alright?” She offered him a shy, embarrassed smile.April 11, 2018 at 6:21 pm #5372
Steam after gathering himself takes a look at his suroundings “Oh damn didn’t know I had walked this far” Steam chuckles a bit “I tend to get a bit spacey when I am doing my research, and don’t worry you wern’t treating me like I child, I was doing something stupid so you are completly in the right. Its not my first time being lectured and probably won’t be the last. But I have to ask. Why are you holding a mirror right now Sheppard?”April 12, 2018 at 6:17 pm #5380
After helping Kestrel steady herself, Sheppard watches the interaction as Steam gets ‘scolded’, an eyebrow raising while it’s happening. In response to Steams question Sheppard turns the mirror towards him, angling it so that Steam could see his own reflection and whatever detritus may still be stuck to him after his stumble. “Well, I was coming out to pay Kestrel and Duke a visit, to see how they were holding up with the recent dust up’s that we’ve been dealing with when I suddenly found myself functioning as a mobile mirror stand.”
He flashes Kestrel a smile and nod towards her, “Not the worst task I’ve had thrust on me in recent memory by a long shot, so I was happy to help Kestrel get her wardrobe somewhat sorted out.” he remarks.
His brow furrowing slightly in worry, “What’s got you so distracted? Last time I saw you like this we were struggling to find solutions on how to get out of the Tartrus situation.” He asks Steam.April 12, 2018 at 11:15 pm #5384
“Oh… well fair enogh” Steam chuckles a bit before going back to deep tought, figuring out how to respond to Sheppards question “Its not a particular project this time, kinda various things at this point, a ABS lock for Diesel’s gun rack being the primary one at the moment.” Steam sighs “I tend to bury myself in research when I am stressed…and a lot has gone on recently so… yea”.April 13, 2018 at 5:43 am #5385
Kestrel laughed at the “mobile mirror stand” comment and gently took the mirror back from Sheppard. “And a wonderful mirror stand you made! Maybe next time you’ll have to charge for the service,” she joked, “But thank you very much for the help and sorry I shoved the mirror on you instead of asking. I appreciate your gracious help and that you were checking in on us. We’re doing well, though looking for more permanent lodgings and, whatever it is Duke’s been up to.” The siren shrugged. Who knew what Duke was up to, he had been all secretive about it, but she supposed he would tell her when she was ready.
As Sheppard’s expression turned to worry, so did Kestrel’s, turning her attention back to Steam. She was still getting to know the locals, they were all so foreign to her, she never knew when she should be concerned or when things were “normal.”
“I’m sorry you’re feeling so stressed, Steam. Is there anything I can do to help? Anything in particular weighing on your mind?”
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