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[manipulator_of_objects]

[Action A: Morning; 852 Goldberg Street]

[Wilhelmina was sitting on her front porch stitching something. It looked like a dress of some sort though the size would be too small for herself. Paying attention for any amount of time would indicate that she's hand sewing an outfit. There are scraps of cloth to her side as well as materials for other things. It seems when she's done with the dress she may make a pair of shoes.]

[Action B: Afternoon; 852 Goldberg Street]

[The door is wide open, Wilhelmina herself is a mess. Her apron is burnt and stained, there's black marks on her face as well as smoke billowing out from behind her. It's almost as if there was some kind of fire inside. She seems embarrassed but otherwise her expression is hard to read.]

[Action C: Evening/night; Around Mayfield.]

[She starts off from one of the tallest structures in town, City Hall and then moves to the Church and other buildings. She uses her ribbons to glide from one to the other. She has no particular goal other than to take note of what people do at night. Understanding the routines of those within the town would better help her form plans in case there was a situation that required it. It also could give her an idea of people to be weary of as well as people she could rely on as a potential ally.]

Comments

C

[boostedfailure]

[Flying a low patrol over the town Booster was somewhat lost in thought. It had been an odd several days as of late and he was wondering if he was up to keep doing this. Not really noticing the woman much he flies within inches of her ribbon letting out a breath.]

[manipulator_of_objects]

[She had to do some quick maneuvering not to end up falling from the close proximity of Booster's chosen path. In fact it triggered an instant response of defense before she realized what was going on. She'll apologize later but for now please don't mind the ribbons coming at you Booster.]

[boostedfailure]

{Oh there's no defending, they'll just wrap around his force field as he halfway dives back/crashes into a tree.]

Wha?!

[manipulator_of_objects]

[She lets go as he crashes and quickly comes over. Her expression is somewhat apologetic, but it's hard to tell since she is usually pretty blank in her expressions.]

I must apologize, I reacted without proper consideration.

[boostedfailure]

Oh, uh, no.. My fault. I wasn't paying attention, had every right to uh... Whatever the heck you did to me.

[manipulator_of_objects]

Even so my reaction was extreme. However you are correct, you should have been paying attention to what you were doing. Accidents will happen when you are careless.

[boostedfailure]

Just was taking advantage of the quiet to do some thinking about this place and home. Just didn't figure anyone else would be in the air.

B

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley coughs and changes a lamp into a fan to blow the smoke out of the kitchen.]

Bloody hell!

[manipulator_of_objects]

[She looks down to the ground feeling very foolish.]

I am not quite sure how it ended up that way... the instructions were very detailed.

[eyesofaserpent]

You seem fine to me.... What the hell were you trying to do?

[manipulator_of_objects]

I was attempting to make lunch.

[eyesofaserpent]

Hanatarou or I could have taken care of that, you know.

[manipulator_of_objects]

[She looks to the side and makes a small murmur sound. It's almost like she's a bit frustrated by the fact she needs to defer this to someone else.]

I wanted to try if following those specific steps might improve the outcome.

A

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

[ Shana watches what she is doing without saying anything from the living room, keeping the TV on so it appears she is watching television. ]

[manipulator_of_objects]

[She continues dutifully until she reaches presumably the end of the seam and then stops. She pulls out some pins that had been holding it together and stands up from her sitting position. Without a word she comes back inside and stands near Shana.]

I would like to see how this may look. If you think it is a suitable style.

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

[ She looks at the dress for a moment, and looks back to Wilhemina. What does the dress look like? ]

[manipulator_of_objects]

[It's pretty cute, and not that different from the cute sorts of dresses Shana usually wore back home. The skirt was short but still a modest length, and could function well in case there needed to be quick physical movement. It's not quite finished, details can be changed where they might be proffered another way.]

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

I think it will work! Thank you, Wilhemina.

[manipulator_of_objects]

I felt that other clothes besides what are provided here would be appreciated.

A

[derpaheal]

[Well this is curious. She's not being droned, is she? He hopes not. That'd be...well...it'd feel pretty icky.

But there's no harm in asking. Besides, he'd know her for a drone by the wide smile he'd be greeted with. Creepy.]

Mind if I ask what you're working on, Miss?

[manipulator_of_objects]

[She looks up, her expression not changing and greets the stranger with a blank expression. It was pretty obvious she wasn't a drone.]

I am making a dress for someone. The clothes here are not always suitable.

[derpaheal]

I...guess you're right. I'm still not used to this fashion. Um.

[Talk about awkward.]

Is it for our other housemate...?

[manipulator_of_objects]

It is.

[She pauses a moment and sets the dress aside.]

However the design is more suitable for where we are from rather than this town.

[derpaheal]

[He tilts his head, biting his cheek. He may regret what he'll say next.]

I did notice that the skirt seems...rather short.

[manipulator_of_objects]

It is.

[A simple statement.]

I have been told before that short skirts are preferred for movement reasons.

[Though it was obvious by looking at her Wilhelmina did not have such preferences as her skirt was rather long, though was also not a style typical of the era. In her case it was an older time but few may notice that.]