2; Video: In Which Tarvek Takes Matters Into His Own Hands

[sivalesvendetta]

[Tarvek has not been enjoying the sudden man-eating addition to the local flora. It's nothing he can't handle, of course -- at least these aren't the kind from back home that drug you and eat you while you smile yourself to death -- but accidentally tripping into a patch of them on his way home from work today means that his clothes are completely ruined. And that... that will not stand. It's one thing to take a chunk out of his leg, quite another to rip up his coat.]

Hello, Cityzens.

[Anyone observant might notice something going on behind him on his MAC-provided desk. Parts from various electronics are moving about on their own, fitting themselves together and forming an evil, fiendish, maddeningly physics-defying... sewing machine.

Shut up. Every mad scientist has a hobby.]

If any among your number could point me to the place I would be the most likely to find fabric and sewing supplies of decent quality, I would be much obliged.

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[halfwitch]

Why? What are you making?

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[sivalesvendetta]

Proper clothing. I find what this city provides to be sadly lacking in any substance or flair.

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[halfwitch]

It's just clothes. The kind they sell here look fine.

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[sivalesvendetta]

[Wow no

Little girl are you blind or something

Polycotton blends are not 'fine']

Mm. Fine for you, perhaps. But I happen to consider clothing a statement of self, and I would rather not have that statement be 'I'm simply too lazy to even bother with proper tailoring'.

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[halfwitch]

[It's her brother that lost an eye not her, thank you very much.]

Clothes don't say that much.

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[sivalesvendetta]

They most certainly do.

[You're talking to a fop, Gretel. You really cannot change his mind on this.]

Besides, there's some satisfaction to be found in being self-sufficient.

[A prince who does nothing for himself and is waited on hand and foot is liable to get his ass kicked six ways from Sunday if his support system ever cuts him loose, after all, and Tarvek isn't stupid.]

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[halfwitch]

No one makes their own clothes anymore, you know.

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[invoking]

[ How can Gil not notice the machinery doing... what are they even doing?? ]

What is that?

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[sivalesvendetta]

[Tarvek blinks and looks over his shoulder.]

A sewing machine. Have you never seen one before?

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[invoking]

Sewing machines don't do that! [ Whatever it did!! ]

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[sivalesvendetta]

Don't do what?

[He is so confused.]

Alright, the miniature death ray might be a tad excessive, but it's only a precaution...

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[invoking]

Those parts -- they were moving on their own!

[ WHAT. ]

Death ray?

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[sivalesvendetta]

(ooc: finals got me super busy -- I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long! if you don't want to backtag that's totally fine.)

I know, I know. I don't usually build such coarse weaponry, but given what I've heard about this city, I feel it might be prudent.

As for their movement: I have apparently been gifted with some form of technokinesis by the powers that be. At least it's useful.

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[drinkthedyne]

[And Agatha's attention is most certainly focused on the creation of the 'sewing machine' behind him.


She might just be a little jealous, hm? Hers don't go together from the power of her mind. It must be a gift from the 'Porter.]

What a lovely sewing machine, Tarvek.

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[sivalesvendetta]

[Technokinesis is pretty cool one you get the hang of it, yeah! Now that he's not accidentally blowing things up and sending nails through the lighting fixtures, it's dead useful.]

Why thank you! I felt it was high time I recreated my one from home, considering the state of fashion affairs in this place.

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[drinkthedyne]

You never told me you sew, Tarvek.

[Wow it's like they didn't really talk about him all that much or something.]

[sivalesvendetta]

It never came up, I suppose. There were more... ah... pressing matters to attend to. But yes, I sew. It's really the design aspect of it that I love, but a man who can't bring his own designs to life is only half a man.

[drinkthedyne]

Fair enough. Like installing my mother, among other things.

[Sigh. But she's smiling at him. It's adorable.]

I might just have to have you make me something, then. If you're willing.

[sivalesvendetta]

[What

Is Agatha

Asking him

TO DESIGN CLOTHING FOR HER....]

Wh -- yes!

I'd certainly be willing!

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[futurebatwoman]

[ pointing. ]

Okay, how are you making it do that?

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[sivalesvendetta]

(ooc: I'm sorry to have kept you waiting! Finals are a thing that is happening. Don't feel obligated to backtag if you're busy.)

As far as I can tell, the porter decided to gift me with the ability to mentally manipulate machinery. I can do just as well with my hands so I'm not entirely sure what the rationale behind the decision was, but it does make multitasking easier.

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[futurebatwoman]

[ ooc: oh finals D: i'm perfectly okay with slow backtagging if you are! ]

That is way schway. Do you know all the stuff you could use that for?

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[sivalesvendetta]

[Ooc: yaaaaaaaaaay ;u;]

You mean in addition to making myself a proper sewing machine and thus by extension proper clothing? The possibilities are endless, theoretically. Anything I could have done back home, I can do now, with the added bonus of needing to do nothing more than think it.

Were you not given something quite as... ah... 'schway'?

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[futurebatwoman]

Exactly. That is completely fantastic. You could get a good job with that. [ beat ] Actually, I know someplace that may be hiring soon.

Oh, I just got a pretty basic form of mechanopathy. I can build things pretty well, but I've got to use my hands to do it. [ yeah and she's ... a tiny bit jealous. ]

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[sivalesvendetta]

Ah! Lucky for me I am already employed.

[By the lovely lady he may or may not be trying to woo, no less. But shhh.]

To be honest? I prefer using my hands. The ability to multitask is excellent but there is something... strange, I suppose, about not doing the work myself. At least, not in the same way.