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[attheclocktower]

I've been thinking. It's getting to be almost winter, and I know a lot of times, especially during Jason and Ruana's months, there's no real heat.

[Either they lost power or someone turned it off or... something]

So I think that those of us who can sew should get together and try to make as many clothes as we can that people can use. Especially people who don't have a lot of warm clothing from home. We can't really do anything [read: mount resistance efforts against crazy administrators] if we're too cold to move.

Anybody who's interested could meet on floor 51. The fabric there isn't too good, but we don't have much else and I've read about how to survive in the cold; layers should still help. And we should pick a place where people can get the clothes as they need them.

[If nothing else, her room would probably work in the short term. There were two empty beds in there, though there was also the problem of people not being able to get them if there wasn't somebody in the room]

Could anybody help me with this? I'm getting better but I can't do too much by myself.

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[midgarhorizon]

Hey, Xion, you want to start a mission?

[Have papa Turk coming up from behind.]

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[attheclocktower]

[Xion jumps and turns around, hand splayed over her heart]

Reno! [There's a second or to while she waits for her heart rate to go down again]

Yeah, of course. What's the mission?

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[midgarhorizon]

[A hint of a mischievous grin fades when she turned. That'd just been mean.]

I'd call that a mission. [He motions at the terminal.] You found somethin' that needed doing and you're organizing an effort. I'm really proud of you. You got support if ya need it.

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[bashfulshifter]

[This is going to be a bit of a gamble--Rick isn't sure if Xion will be able to tolerate his company so soon after confronting him at the party. But he does want to help...especially if it means he can somehow make things better between them. Might as well try.]

[Besides, what's the worst that can happen? Immediate and violent rejection?]

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[This is going to be terrifying.]

I'd like to help, if you're willing to have me around. I have a lot of experience making clothes for people, and I'd be more than happy to help others learn how to sew.

--Patrick Dawn

[notagiraffe]

Um... [Have a nervous boy peering through the camera] I started to learn... I'm not very good... but I can help...

[attheclocktower]

[Xion smiles back at him]

Hey, I'm sure every little bit will help. I wasn't that good when I started out either.

[notagiraffe]

Thank you... I will do my best I promise...

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica appears on the feed right quick.]

Uh, y-yeah, I think I can sew some things up.

[attheclocktower]

[Xion nods]

Thanks. We'll meet on floor 51, like I said. Can you think of any good place where we could leave the clothes for people to get them?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

51. Right.

[She thinks for a moment.]

Hmm, probably on the floors where everyone tends to go. Like Floor one, two, seventy eight maybe?

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[evokingfool]

[Hello, blue teammate.]

I can help out. I have some experience with sewing before.

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[attheclocktower]

That would be great, thanks.

[Hmm... now that she thinks about it...]

I should probably think about how to organize it, so we're not all doing sweaters, or something like that.

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[evokingfool]

That might be for the best. Maybe different clothes and sorting them from easiest to hardest?

[So they can account for different skill levels.]

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[warriorscribe]

I've been making cloaks since two months ago. I prefer to work on the fourteenth level, but I would be glad to bring what I haven't already given to the appointed place.

*Sorry, Xion. Cloak making is too quiet to serve as a good distraction without music. He can only stand it on the 51st for so long before he has to have some reprieve from Eleven.*

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[attheclocktower]

All right. That works.

[Xion isn't going to pry. It's not a HUGE deal that everyone all work in the same place. It just seemed easier]

We're still trying to figure out where that place will be, though.

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[warriorscribe]

I'd think it should be a frequented place. Somewhere near an elevator, or where many people are bound to go. The first level, perhaps?

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[looselips]

you know how to sew?
if you're actually any GOOD, I've been looking for somebody to learn from.

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[attheclocktower]

[Xion doesn't know how to feel about this text.]

Well um... I don't know about good, but I've been practicing for over a year now. And... even if I'm not, there's going to be a few others of us there on floor 51. You're welcome to come.

permatext

[looselips]

I guess I'll show up, then.
hopefully it won't be a waste of my time.

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[tempus_scorpius]

... what about fur? Fur pelts. I have some I got from hunting.

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[attheclocktower]

[That makes Xion pause and think for a moment]

Yeah... I think that should help. It'll probably be better than what the Tower gives us, anyway. I've never worked with anything like that before, though.

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[tempus_scorpius]

It would be warmer at least.

I think you'd need rather thick needles though.

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[terra_nullius]

[He remembers his own abortive attempt to sew. It could be worthwhile.]

If you are willing to teach one how to do so, I would be amenable to assisting.

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[attheclocktower]

[Xion doesn't immediately recognize the id on the account. There's a smile in her voice as she replies.]

The more people that can help, the better. I'd be happy to help show you how.

[And then she takes a closer look at the id and realizes. She pauses, still a little unsure about this person who was such a confusing mix of names and faces she knew, then shrugged to herself. He hadn't seemed bad when they'd talked, and in the end... they did need help.]

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[terra_nullius]

I'll do my best to not be a hindrance in what I'm certain will be a busy affair. Thank you in advance. I'll see you there.

[And sure enough, in about an hour or so he'll be up there, gazing at the fabric curiously with his hands clasped idly behind his back while he waits for his tutor.]