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[rivaini_rogue]

[Having figured out this PHONE business, Isabela is going to ask the most IMPORTANT of questions.]

Alright, I'll just ask. Where's a girl got to go to get some decent clothing around here? I feel like a Chantry sister in this stuff. Can't even move my shoulders. There's a reason I don't live in Hightown... honestly.

Comments

[crimson_flashed]

You can cut the sleeves off. [That's what she did...]

[rivaini_rogue]

Oh, that was the first thing I did. Had a party, cut everything up... But it's still too restrictive.

[crimson_flashed]

How so?

[rivaini_rogue]

The undergarments, for one thing. No real support in the chest or back and is it really necessary to cover every inch of my backside?

[crimson_flashed]

That's true... [Oh right, she might not be reaaaally stacked, but it did irritate her that clothing was weird here too. It just got pushed aside for the weirder stuff, because medieval fantasy world to 1950 America really WAS pretty destabilizing, in all retrospect.]

Custom cuts are harder. There's no leather to put together a makeshift corset?

[rivaini_rogue]

I haven't found any, but I'd probably do anything to get my clothes back in order. I can hardly stand it. It's too clean.

[crimson_flashed]

You could use a sash too, if there's nothing else. If white isn't good, wear black.

[rivaini_rogue]

Yes, I've got that part down, at least. I'll find something.

[crimson_flashed]

There might be a tailor in town.

[rivaini_rogue]

So I'm told! I think I'll seek them out.

[crimson_flashed]

Will you share your results? I'm looking for something similar.

[rivaini_rogue]

I can't think of a reason not to. Keep your, er, ears alert, I guess.

[crimson_flashed]

I will. Good luck.