Dossier Five

[fireintothesky]

[Henrietta sits at a little painted white table, bits of cloth and what looks like a stack of tiny shirts spread across it, along with sewing supplies and bits of fringe and lace. She's taking a break from sewing, apparently, to have a cup of tea, carefully doling out three tiny spoonfuls of sugar and mixing them into her cup with equal care

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[chansondelamort]

{:O Sewing is on Diva's 'need to learn list'! So she's looking at the shirts, tracing her fingers lightly against the lace} Ne, you sew?

[fireintothesky]

Ah, yes I do. I like sewing very much. Um... I don't think I've met you before, signorina. I'm Henrietta.

[chansondelamort]

Ne, no fair~ I'm old and I have no idea how to sew and you can!

{She smiles, though} I'm Diva. You're very talented, Henrietta! I couldn't do something like this.

[fireintothesky]

You can learn! You don't look old at all. It's nice to meet you, Signorina Diva.

[chansondelamort]

Oh, no, I'm very old. Probably around 174 now? My birthday is in spring, but that's all I know, so!

[fireintothesky]

...really? That's amazing, signorina. I can't imagine living that long.

[chansondelamort]

{Smiles} Well who knows? You're not human either, right? Or...not all the way, at least. It doesn't sound quite right.

[fireintothesky]

Ah! You can tell? I'm a cyborg. I'm not going live long, though, because of the modifications.

[chansondelamort]

Ah, that's no fair! It seems like you'd live longer.

[fireintothesky]

Well, we're unnatural, so I suppose it makes sense, doesn't it?