public channel; day 5

[disjunct]

Goood eeeevening, everybody! Junko Enoshima, proud to introduce myself! Guess what? I got hired as a tailor in addition to doing makeup, SO, hooray?


[ She briefly switches to a gloomy voice ] A- ah... it's going to be so much hard work, managing both at the same time... am I really the kind of person to stretch myself out?


[ And now, a metal voice. these icons are just for show ]
Hell the FUCK I am! Which is why I'm propositioning all of your asses right now! I was the world's Ultimate Model, I know the ins and outs of every style of fashion on a regular how-do-you-do Earth to the fantasy worlds we envisioned. I can make ANYTHING. You keep adding to a drawing I make in a little notepad for your request and I can DO IT.


Of course, I will bleed you dry for this service. My talents belong to the carnival itself and any necessary work I am to do. To use its materials frivolously would be against the rules, especially if I were to make you a nice outfit with fabric ordered for a costume.

As a new arrival, there is not much I have that some of you who've stayed longer have. I will barter for goods primarily, and information if you have something big to tell me.


Anyone who tries to cheat me gets an ultra-punishment! Bye-!

Comments

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Two outfits?! No way. That's laundry day EVERY single day. You'll wear them out fast!

In exchange for a bit of information, aside from what was provided, I'll make you two new outfits. Sound good? [ There's the sound of rustling paper. ] What's your aesthetic and favorite colors? Carly probably has your sizes, so don't worry about that.

[anti_nonsense]

Who's got time to do that much laundry? I just wait until they're noticeably dirty before washing. [Yeah, Rita's not the most hygienic person around here.]

[She considers the questions.] Aesthetic...? I don't know. I usually just wear whatever, but these stupid wings limit my options nowadays.

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Wings, got it. What would you say they measure at their greatest width?

[anti_nonsense]

Their width...? Give me a minute.

[Fortunately, a good researcher always has measuring tools available, and it really is less than a minute before she reports back with accurate measurements.]

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Of course.

[ Jeopardy theme plays miserably in the background as she waits for Rita to measure. ]

[anti_nonsense]

[And she's back, and she relays the measurements, the specifics of which are handwaved because hell if I know what they'd be. Suffice it to say that Rita is tiny and her wings are comparatively very big.]

... That what you wanted?

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Yup--! Now, preferences with colors, fabric, so on?

[anti_nonsense]

Fabrics? I don't know, something comfortable. If it doesn't get dirty too easily, that's a bonus.

I'm not picky about colors. My feathers are mostly red and black, though, so... something that doesn't look stupid next to them, preferably.

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Let's put a little emphasis on red, then-- [ The sound of pen scratching paper. ] It's a carnie color, for sure. Style? Pants, dress, work clothes?

[anti_nonsense]

[A carnie color...? That's not exactly a compliment.]

I'm a mage by trade. It'd be nice if at least one outfit communicates that.

Other than that... I should be able to run and jump in my clothes. I usually wear tunics, short skirts or dresses, stuff like that.