burnt_orangesky | {Twenty-three (51)} &diams

Fr Romana?

I don't know about the clothing but... just how small of a doll-size are we talking about?

RATHER TOO SMALL TO HOLD A PEN. PERHAPS A HAND'S HEIGHT? THOUGH I AM NOT CERTAIN.

Damn. Ah... if you can't find any doll's clothes you might be able to swing something with a handkerchief.

THAT IS WHAT I AM WEARING NOW. HOWEVER, I AM SOMEWHAT CONCERNED ABOUT IT UNWRAPPING AS I FLY ABOUT, SO CLOTHING IS PREFERABLE IF AT ALL POSSIBLE.

Maybe if you asked one of the kids here, like--[oh, who would play with dolls... maybe Krile's 'sister'?]--Sailor Moon?

Barring that, someone around here has to know how to sew.

[Teensy tiny ink blot.] JULIET KNOWS HOW TO SEW! I SHALL FLY TO HIS SHOP STRAIGHTAWAY, AFTER GAI BRINGS ME SOMETHING A TAD BIT BETTER THAN A WASHCLOTH.

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There you go, then. Here's hoping Juliet has a steady hand when it comes to the smaller stuff.

[A pause and then.] And be careful in the snow, hm? I've never experienced being fae before, but I imagine that's not too kind on the wings.

IF HE DOES NOT, I SUPPOSE I WILL HAVE TO MAKE DO WITH WHAT GAI BRINGS ME.

AN EXCELLENT POINT. I WILL BE CAREFUL NOT TO SPEND TOO VERY MUCH TIME OUTDOORS.

What happened?

00

I APPEAR TO BE SOME SORT OF [pause] FAERIE? OR PERHAPS AN INSECT-LIKE CREATURE. I HAVE WINGS.

Do you need assistance? [well looks like Gai is taking care of clothes, so.] Different nutritional requirements?

I [pause] SHOULDN'T THINK SO. I WILL CERTAINLY EAT LESS THAN NORMAL, BUT I SEEM BASICALLY THE SAME, MERELY SMALLER, WITH WINGS.

Is there a toy store in the bazaar? I can check the shops that tend to have remnants from the Wildernesses.

Today's Wilderness is not one to raid, though. It is a battle.

THAT WOULD BE WONDERFUL IF YOU WOULD. I AM MAKING DO WITH A BIT OF CLOTH, BUT IT IS HARDLY MORE THAN A TEMPORARY SOLUTION.

I WILL MAKE SURE TO STAY AWAY FROM THAT THEN.

I will go look now, then. If you are very small you could use washcloths in the meantime, wrapped around you? How big are you?

I AM UNCERTAIN IF THIS IS A HANDKERCHIEF OR A WASHCLOTH, BUT IT SERVES. I WOULD MERELY LIKE SOMETHING MORE FITTING, ESPECIALLY IF I AM FORCED TO FLY FROM PLACE TO PLACE.

How big would pants need to be? Or small? If you are using a washcloth, eight inches? Or a foot?

JUST BRING WHATEVER YOU CAN FIND, PLEASE. IT IS EASIER THAN ATTEMPTING TO TELL YOU MY SIZE WHEN I HAVE NO REAL WAY OF MEASURING MYSELF.

I shall.

[Gai shows up at her house with several different clothed dolls, from a couple of Barbies to a Cabbage Patch Doll.]

THANK YOU, GAI.

[Fred is perched on top of the dresser in her room, standing on her journal. She has managed to wrap a blue washcloth around herself like a toga, but she hasn't managed to find any way to secure it--so she hopes Gai gets there with the doll's clothing soon.

When he does, he'll be able to let himself in; the door should be unlocked.]

[He'd considered knocking, but then Gai realized that if Genius had trouble with the door, Fred certainly would.]

I am coming in, Fred.

[Calling would suffice, and Gai was glad to find the door unlocked. He didn't see her in the entry area.]

Fred? Are you in here? I have... dolls. That are dressed. So their clothes can be used.

[At the sound of Gai's voice, Fred flapped her wings and shot up from the dresser, leaving some sparkles in her wake. Really, it was most annoying--though she had discovered that if she didn't beat her wings the sparkles didn't fall, so at least she had managed to avoid coating her journal in sparkles.

She flapped her way out of her room and into the living area. Seeing Gai, she waved--though he probably couldn't see it, so she flew over to him, leaving a trail of sparkles in her wake.] Hello, Gai! Thank you for coming.

[As she came closer, he'll see that the Cabbage Patch Doll is right out; she is perhaps a bit taller than his hand, so some of the smaller Barbies are his best bet.]

Fred! You glitter!

[Obviously this was the most important part of Fred's transformation.]

You could make the journals glitter! Or you could collect sparkles and sell them.

[As he spoke, Gai was already putting aside the dolls that were too big and picking the ones that seemed fitting. In a matter of moments there's a small selection of outfits, from dresses to pants and tops. And plastic shoes.]

They have brushes. Why do dolls come with brushes? But here. These may fit.

I'm glad you like it. [Though really, she would much prefer if she did not spray glittering particles as she flew.

She lands on the table where he's laying out the clothes, and starts looking them over. This small, she can see immediately that the clothing is... really rather wretched, compared to clothing meant for people, but at this point beggars really can't be choosers. She picks up one of the dresses... and another issue stands out to her right away. There is no way for her wings to come out the back on these outfits.

Picking up a skirt, she flexes the material between her hands--it's like plastic, made to look like leather. Maybe not that one, then... picking up a pair of white trousers, she discovers they're made out of a softer material, almost like cotton. Much better, yes. She holds them up to her body to see if they will fit her. It looks just about right.

Now, of course, there is the issue with the wings... Fred frowns, and considers the various tops. Maybe if she had Gai cut slits in the back... though then the issue would be how to cut them so the tops didn't just fall apart...

This could be a bit tricky.]

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[Patiently he waits as she goes through it, hoping he'd found anything that would work. Gai couldn't recall what others did the last time this happened. Stoneface had taken a ride on his shoulder, and he still didn't know what all his boss had gone through to get anything. It had to have been harder, too. There hadn't been many male dolls. After a few moments he carefully cleared his throat.]

Are they not going to work? I could... try to find other options? I did not go through the entire Bazaar. There could be other shops. I will do what I can. You do not have to worry about asking for more if it does not work.

[Gai gives her what's meant to be an encouraging smile. He's sure he can find something if he tries hard enough.]

[Fred looked up as Gai cleared his throat.] "Ah... no, these trousers should work nicely, and..." [She glanced through the pile of tops once more, and pulled out... something that looked like it was supposed to be a denim jacket. The material was tough enough, and it looked like it was meant for a doll a bit bigger than she was... it may very well work.]

"If you could cut some slits in the back of this, without cutting through the top or bottom completely? I need something that will allow my wings to pass through, else I will be forced to depend on people to get from place to place."

Oh! Yes. You will need to be able to fly.

[Gai reached down, to the small pouch on his belt and pulled out a knife as if it was nothing to just carry around weaponry. To him it wasn't anything. He gently took the jacket from her, lifting it to compare where the wings on her back were. With a nod, Gai quickly made two slits.]

This should work. If you point out what else you need slit like that, I can work on them and look away while you try things on.

[Fred blinked a little as her friend pulled out a knife. She had meant he should find some scissors... but Edensphere was dangerous enough to warrant carrying a weapon, certainly, and it did the job nicely. She took the jacket back, and after a brief hesitation, picked out two of the dresses and another shirt/jacket-like top. They all looked like they would hold up well enough after getting slits cut through them.]

These should work! And yes, please do.

[She was small enough that, frankly, he probably wouldn't be able to see anything, and really, Fred herself didn't much care if he did... but he was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of seeing her naked. Perhaps it was the principle of the thing.

So she waited until he turned his back before she stripped off the washcloth and quickly pulled on the clothing she had picked out. It fit well enough, even though it took her a few tries to figure out how to get her wings through the slits in the cloth. She managed it eventually, and tugged the material closed over her chest.

She glanced down at herself appraisingly. Yes, it would do.]

[He had more than a few knives on him at all times. Not only did he feel right when he had them, the Sphere was a dangerous place. As he and Bell were doing more digging, it was a good idea to be armed at all times. ...Even if they could be taken out by the tree itself. There really was no way to fight a branch.]

Of course!

[A few minutes later all of the tops she'd picked had careful slits made in them. Gai spoke without looking over there.]

Here we go! Are those big enough for your wings? I erred on the side of caution because it is easy to cut a bit more.

[Fred looked up again at his voice.] I am dressed, you no longer need to look away.

[She fluttered her wings experimentally; actually, she wasn't really sure how she knew how to do that, much less fly. But it seemed the less she thought about just how it worked the easier it was to actually do. In any case, the slits he had cut seemed about right--they didn't bind or pinch, or seem to get in the way. Flapping them more strongly, she lifted off the table and fluttered her way over to where he was standing.

Hovering was a mite tricky, but not as hard as one might think.] Let's see them, then. [She held out one tiny hand for the outfits he'd doctored.]

[Gai turned back around, looking and nodding at seeing her in the air. Good. She would be able to get around. Everything else, though... he wondered what all she could do.]

Here.

[He carefully handed them over.]

Would you like me to get you water in... something? Or would you like anything? It must be very hard to deal with...

[He waved a hand in the general direction of the house.]

Everything.

[Taking them, she was relieved to find she could fly just as well as if she were unladen. That raised the issue of just how much she could carry like this... something to experiment with, perhaps. She fluttered back to the table so she could hold them up--yes, the slits looked about the right size.]

These should do very nicely, yes.

[Starting to fold them, she looked up at him again, and smiled. He probably couldn't see it, but he might be able to hear it in her voice.]

You needn't go to any trouble, you know. I think that 00 can help me with what I need, and I can get the rest myself. [She laughed suddenly, and fluttered her wings again.] After all, things being out of reach is the last thing I have to worry about! I do thank you again, Gai. You have been a tremendous help to me.

I am glad to hear it!

[He could indeed hear the smile, and the laughter too.]

It is not trouble for me to help you. I enjoy assisting! But if you are sure you are set then I will be on my way.

I think I am, yes. [She appreciated Gai's help, but she didn't want to keep him if he had other things to do.]

I will no doubt see you soon.

Call me if you need any other assistance, Fred. I like to be here for my friends.

[And with that, if there's nothing else, Gai is off... stopping at the door.]

Should I leave the door open? Or a window?

Hmmm... the window, please. [It was less likely the window would get closed, either by people or the wind. Hopefully 00 and Composer wouldn't mind the chill.]

[Gai nods and opens the window enough for Fred to use it, but not so much that Aven can get away.]

There! And do not hesitate to say something if you need anything else.

Are you trying to make us go blind?

NOT LATELY, NO.

{Twenty-three (51)} &diams

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In other words, lazy mun is lazy.

heehee. To quicklog, or should he just drop them off for her?

Quicklog is fine! /starts it

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Quicklog - brushes? idgi

Quicklog - He thought Fred might know why.

Quicklog - Well, since her MUN doesn't know....

Quicklog - Aye.

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Quicklog - fail tag, orz

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/sympathetic

/snippy