LOG ♒ Ruching and Ruffles and Stiches, Oh My
Characters: Eruka Frogg, Maka Albarn, Liz Thompson
Location: A clothing shop just off the main plaza
Time: Daytime
Style: Any as preferred
Status: Closed
Prior to the invasion of swamp monsters (or whatever they had been), Eruka had found the little shop not far from the café where she'd shared teatime and girltalk with Liz. She had knocked and poked around, but no one had come to claim ownership of it. And the frog witch had sort of fallen in love with the place, to the point where she was spending more time frolicking around the shop front than in her apartment where she still felt safest.
Now that the fish creatures were gone and it was (supposedly) safe to be out again. She had texted both Maka and Liz the address, though still somewhat wary on the former, but she had no idea when (or indeed, if) either or both would choose to arrive.
Her main project had been to complete the dress that she had sketched out based on Liz's own drawing, and it was modeled on a mannequin, mostly complete, in the center of the store's front window. Eruka was presently sitting cross legged with a mouthful of pins, working on the ruffled hem and humming to herself. It was pretty rare to see the witch in such a good mood.
Location: A clothing shop just off the main plaza
Time: Daytime
Style: Any as preferred
Status: Closed
Prior to the invasion of swamp monsters (or whatever they had been), Eruka had found the little shop not far from the café where she'd shared teatime and girltalk with Liz. She had knocked and poked around, but no one had come to claim ownership of it. And the frog witch had sort of fallen in love with the place, to the point where she was spending more time frolicking around the shop front than in her apartment where she still felt safest.
Now that the fish creatures were gone and it was (supposedly) safe to be out again. She had texted both Maka and Liz the address, though still somewhat wary on the former, but she had no idea when (or indeed, if) either or both would choose to arrive.
Her main project had been to complete the dress that she had sketched out based on Liz's own drawing, and it was modeled on a mannequin, mostly complete, in the center of the store's front window. Eruka was presently sitting cross legged with a mouthful of pins, working on the ruffled hem and humming to herself. It was pretty rare to see the witch in such a good mood.