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[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor is sitting in her bedroom, legs folded, in a black skirt and blue blouse. She has sort of a lump of fabric in her lap, and she looks...somewhat embarrassed. Or sheepish. Or nervous. It's rather hard to tell.]

Ah...Kanaya? I hope I'm contacting the right phone... Thank you very much for the dress you sent me for Christmas. It's lovely,

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[mcfussyfangs]

[Oh. Well. She was just kind of expecting quiet acknowledgement, not an actual message, but she also didn't expect the dress to turn out so large. Eleanor looks really small compared to what she made.]

Oh. You can take your suit off...

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[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor looks a bit puzzled for a moment at that, and then realization dawns and she blinks.]

Yes, I can...You made dresses for Cindy?

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[mcfussyfangs]

Only once. I wasn't aware if her body was that particular suit or whether or not it was removable, so I simply made a dress that could fit over it. If you'd like, I could modify the dress I gave you in order for it to fit you better.

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[notyourutopian]

Oh. No, Cindy couldn't take her suit off, it was melded to her flesh. But I can.

[Eleanor looks a tad sheepish.]

Ah. Well, you wouldn't have to. I mean, it was nice of you to make one at all, I wouldn't want to impose...

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[mcfussyfangs]

No, it wouldn't be imposing at all. Dresses are meant to be worn, and I'm afraid that I would mostly be imposing upon you due to the need for your measurements.

If you don't mind, you could meet me at this location. [Ping to Kanaya's apartment in R06: Doctorow.] Or in a place of your choosing.

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[notyourutopian]

That...would be fine. It's very pretty, I'd wear it if it weren't [a tent] too big.

[Eleanor thinks about it for a moment, then nods.]

I can come there.

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[mcfussyfangs]

Okay. I suppose that, were this a stage, that your answer would be a spoken word trigger that would indicate that I should prepare for your arrival. Not that there is much preparing to do, though I do hope that my sylladex is willing to allow me access to my machine.

Please knock before you enter, as I will be searching for a key.

Action.

[notyourutopian]

[A while later there was a knock on the door. Eleanor stood outside in the same clothing as before, holding the dress carefully folded in her arms. She was considering the door carefully as she waited, and her weight shifted from foot to foot in nervousness.]