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[1mistress_nomaster]

 [She's looking less tired now, sitting on her bed with the windows behind her. Back to her normal colourful dresses and neatly bound up hair, save for the odd curl that escapes. Her little sewing decoration is tied around her wrist now though, all finished. Testament to how much nothing keeps her outwardly down for long.]

Since there's so many new people arrived, treat this as an announcement of sorts to extend my services. I'm Elizabeth, I'm in room 601 and I sew. I can fix any rips in your clothes, alter them, or if given material, I can make some things within reason. I'm out of practise, so to speak. Large projects take time, resources, so on so forth. I suspect those of you that can would be better off buying things in the city across the river. 

[Which no, she doesn't want modern clothes just yet. She feels naked already thinking about not having corsets.]

But all that aside, for sewing purposes, I'll be leaving a basket outside my door, leave whatever it is that needs fixing there with an indication to who it belongs to, and I should have it done within the day, if there's not too much. [... and she grows stern for a moment, speaking like she did to her advisors. Flat, stern and rather grave.] And I'd ask you not to steal each others clothes. Because it's a headache I do not even want to think about, I'd hope there is some measure of trust between us all. [It's a common enough event to her, because of the sheer amount of jewels sewn into clothing, or in the lower classes, just having clothes at all meant a great deal of stealing.] 

Oh and master Dextera? I've finished translating the evening prayers for you. I'd play the Kyrie for you to hear, but I have no instrument, the best I could is sing, but I am even more out of practise with that then I am sewing. [Laughs at little.] Come collect them whenever you wish, I'm in my room at present.

[Private to Cross] 

... I don't want to hear otherwise about this. You're taking my jewels, the hair pins are all diamonds. I sold one, and I got much too little for it. But my lord Tyki assured me that such things have not lost their value, and there is another six. I don't know how much the pearls will fetch, but it should be something. You'll get a much better price for them then I will with my poor Russian. [She's keeping her face blank about this, but stern.] There is much better uses for them then adornment. 

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[beanstalk]

....Sewing, huh? [Obviously his clothes have seen better days...]

[1mistress_nomaster]

Yes, I'm rather efficient at it. [Clearly.] If there is a lot that needs doing, I suggest you give me what is important first, and we'll work from there.

[beanstalk]

Huh? [Wait. Looking at his shirt.]

...I guess this has seen better days.

[1mistress_nomaster]

[Polite smile.]

If you bring it now, I've got nothing else to do at the moment. It won't take me too long depending on how bad it is.

[beanstalk]

[Look at how civil they're being....]

Give me a few minutes to change before I come up.

[1mistress_nomaster]

[It's shocking. Necessity makes strange friends. :| ]

Alright. I'll be waiting.

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[beanstalk]

[He weirdly gets along with some people after some spats....

But after a couple of minutes, Kanda's leaving the dress shirt and vest in his backpack with his name on it, then knocking on her door.

Delivery made, time to attempt leaving.]

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[1mistress_nomaster]

[Elizabeth death with people in the here and now, it just makes things easier.

He can try to escape all he likes, not going to work. She opens the door at the knock, tacking the backpack and fishing out the clothes. Looking at them mostly as she talked.]

Kanda, what on earth do you do to your clothes? Use them as sheaths for blades? Get rolled down cliff faces?

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[beanstalk]

[Urk.

Stopping to glance back at her, in his night shirt now. Which has clearly been taken care of better than a dress shirt.]

I lived on the streets for three months before I came back here.

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[rightsiderequiem]

I'll come soon. I can ask where your room is? [he hasn't done much since he got his room. most of the place was still unknown to him.]

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[1mistress_nomaster]

It's on the sixth floor of the apartment building, 601. I'll be here for a little bit, I've sewing to do. [Happy smile for him~]

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[rightsiderequiem]

I'll be there soon.

[okay, it'll probably take him awhile since Dextera was bad with directions but he'll end up knocking on the door soon enough.]

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[1mistress_nomaster]

[Only way is up Dextera~

Not that she minds, just sewing away. Then lets him in, gesturing him to come inside with a wave of her hand. She leaves the door open though, it's an old habit.]

I suppose you'll just reply to me with the devices?

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[rightsiderequiem]

[he has more experience with going downwards.

Dextera nods and taps out something, making sure she can see it.]

Yes. Is that okay?

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[1mistress_nomaster]

[She nods, it was fine.]

I tend to go on a bit, so just type away whenever you have a question. It'll be easy enough.

[On her sort of make shift desk, is the papers in her neatly written hand. It was more then necessary, but if he had no idea about prayers, she'd written out a different selection of information to go with the prayers, about what they meant, things like that. Tried to make it like one of her papers as a child, page numbers and all. So if she wasn't around, he could still learn. On difficult words to translate, she'd left footnotes to help give deeper and other understandings of it.]

I've done what I can, some things cannot be shown easily, like the Kyrie, but even so, I've written out the words to it. I'd write the music out too, but my memory is rusty on it exactly. I sing it every day at home, but hardly remember it by itself any more. [Laughs lightly.]

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[rightsiderequiem]

Music is the sound you can make with things, right? [someone had mentioned it to him once but he was never sure since it was never shown. it was easier for his eyes to remember what his brain didn't.]

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[1mistress_nomaster]

Yes. That is what music is... have you never heard it before? [Not horrified so much as very curious.]

[counterintel]

[He supposes it's a nice gesture. He can sew his things himself though - always had to, so it wouldn't be a big deal if it weren't for the severe lack of needle and thread.]

Seems a little impersonal.

[1mistress_nomaster]

[She frowned, curious.]

It can be, I suppose. But I thought of more along the lines of economy and efficiency.

[counterintel]

Then I see the benefit.

[Not that he's finding it easy to spend time with people, anyway.]

Do you have plenty of supplies?

[1mistress_nomaster]

At the moment I do, but depends how much sewing I have to do. I try not to be wasteful about it, but I of course will run out eventually. In which case, I'll just ask General Cross in the supplies again, I suppose.

[Which if she really was being like that, she shouldn't embroider pretty decorations. That was wasteful and not needed. Sigh. She was really starting to hate this place for sucking the life out of everything.]

[counterintel]

Ah, it's good of him to make supply deliveries.

[Not that he'd asked for anything yet.]

I don't suppose it would be possible to borrow some thread and a needle..?

[1mistress_nomaster]

It is, isn't it? [There's a happy, not completely hidden smile there.]

Certainly. Come at once if you like.

[counterintel]

[He'll just notice that smile, and say absolutely nothing about it.]

Now? You're not busy?

[1mistress_nomaster]

[This is why she likes you Itachi, you don't comment on these things.]

Not at all. Did you want white or black thread?