Sew much fabric

[theunluckygirl]

» WHO? Jennifer & You
» WHEN? makes vague hand motions.
» WHERE? Observation area
» WHAT? Jennifer doing some sewing, offering to teach people who might be interested.
» WARNINGS? None yet, will change as needed.

[Even when she was a child, Jennifer hadn't minded chores. The tasks were often her only respite from the other children at the orphanage, and the repetitive tasks often helped her focus. She could let her mind wander a little, think about what needs to be done, what she could do more.

Everyone on this ship was just trying to survive. She didn't have any special powers, or strength to help with fighting, or any skills she could think of that would be particularly helpful with exploring the planet below or anything like that.

So, she sewed. She had torn clothes she'd found to practice on, to keep at least those skills, er, sharp (no pun intended), and repeatedly repairs, re-sews buttons, etc. She evens starts making some cloth dolls out of the scraps.

The first and only time, so far, she sticks herself with the needle, her startled reaction sends the needle flying, forcing Jennifer to carefully crawl about on hands and knees attempting to find it, patting carefully along the ground. Should anyone else come in, Jennifer is quick to look up, eyes wide]

Please watch where you step! I lost a needle, so... um... I'm sorry.

[Please don't get stabbed in the foot or something by accident plEASE]

Comments

[gundamned]

[Gundam was finally able to successfully summon clothes more to his aesthetic. They arrived much later than his attempt and also in a crumpled heap outside of his door, but one should expect a learning curve in mastering expediency and aim in summoning magic.

But he's incredibly more interested in being seen out and about now, making more of an effort to explore his surroundings.

Seeing a familliar face crawling all around the observation deck piques his interests.]

Fear not, mortal. As if such a delicate weapon would be able to penetrate my barrier...

[Hi Jennifer.]

[thefaulty]

[The warning is strange. The apology, more so. Framed in the doorway of the observation deck, Arid takes a moment to glance down at the floor around her, as the human suggested. When no immediate danger is found, she lifts her gaze and surveys the room, taking in the scraps of fabric on the floor. She is not overly familiar with the context of human handicrafts, but it's enough that she quickly dismisses the chance of actual danger.]

Your concern is not necessary, [she says, in a voice a few shades too robotic to sound reassuring.] It is unlikely that such an implement could penetrate my body’s armor.

[And even if it could, Arid doesn’t bleed. She watches the girl for another beat, seeming to notice her position crawling on the floor. Arid considers for a moment—and then her head tilts just slightly.]

Do you require assistance?

[veristitalian]

A needle.

[Echoes Jasnah, who's in her magboots, and so unafraid of hurting herself- but nervous of bending or breaking it.]

Did you hear where it fell?

let's say this is 7/19-ish

[twoaffirmations]

[It hasn't been an easy week for 9S. Emotionally and physically sent through the wringer, he somehow managed to come out the other end in one piece. Some might even say that he'd learned something from it all, though 9S might argue t he worth of his lesson's.

That wasn't to say everything was back to normal. 9S still ached, but it was a contemplative sort. He was thinking, and trying to find meaning in his presence here. He was doing fairly well until something sharp pricked his foot.] Huh?

[hopefragment]

[Fortunately some other kind people had already found her lost needle by the time Hajime arrives. His hair is still a little wet from a shower; he'd been working out in the gym when he'd found something, and thought it best to actually, you know, not smell sweaty and gross when he went to go find a certain girl. It had only been an offhand comment, but maybe...]

Oh, Jennifer!

[He has a small bag in the hand he raises to greet her with, lips curving into one of his friendly-as-usual smiles.]

I have something for you.

[imperialsun]

[The boy in front of her freezes as if he's about to step into a minefield. Of all the places to be losing something as small as a needle, the ship certainly wasn't the best of places. He idly rubs his earring before speaking.]

Oh! Um...should I step back a little? Do you need help?