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[The post clicks on and Re-l is immediately speaking in her most professional tone, all business now.]I'd like to know if there are any tailors that are good with making backless shirts. I've tried asking around to various stores and the results were less than pleasing. If you or anyone you know has experience in this, or if you think you can make

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Voice.

[outbursting]

[Ah, what to say. A lot. Hm. Lets it go. No reason to make a bigger drama than it needs to be.]

Backless tops? That sounds pretty risqué, Rielle.

What's the occasion?

Voice.

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[Deadpan:] They're not for me. [Also sort of a lie.]

They're for one of my cases. She needs them for some appendages that are making her uncomfortable.

Voice.

[outbursting]

Oh.

Appendages? Like wings?

Voice.

[proxysearch]

Exactly those.

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[zealouspeter]

That was a nice psychoanalysis, Re-l. Its delivery, too.

Mister Fratley's been in the office already?

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Thank you. I can't stand people like that sometimes.

I took him by last week and had him fill out all the proper forms. His history as a protector certainly gives him an advantage as an officer.

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[zealouspeter]

Who is he?

Except the technology and ways of the people here, maybe. But he's adapting well enough?

[proxysearch]

One of the secretaries. He greatly dislikes how I go around him for everything, but I actually like doing the work myself. Then, at least, I know it'll get done.

It seems like it. He just needs a little practice.

voice;

[destructoplush]

[...woah, scary.]

Um... I know how to sew.

voice;

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Do you think you could make something like that?

voice forevs.

[destructoplush]

You said it was for... appendages?

[proxysearch]

Wings, to be specific.

voice;

[phaseshifts]

Aren't you fierce today.

voice;

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Thanks for noticing.

voice forevr.

[phaseshifts]

Did something happen?

same.

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I'm just tired of being treated like an incompetent fool.

[madeinoblivion]

You got Sir Fratley a job?

[proxysearch]

Yes, as a police officer.

[madeinoblivion]

Oh. [Slight letdown, skeptical about the force much?] Police, huh.

Well, he wanted to protect people, so...I guess...it's a good start.

[proxysearch]

I know he wanted to protect people. At least, here, he can have experience before he moves on to a better job.