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[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday had been ignoring the situation for as long as she could, but 'as long as she could' didn't turn out to be forever. There did come a point where these things could not be neglected anymore, and ultimately Wednesday was the pragmatic sort; she wasn't going to make a big fuss about it

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[gotacigarette]

There's nothing worse than the prospect of running into Babe in a t-shirt with blood on it. She's still not entirely used to her depth perception being out again, and Kara landed a lucky hit. She probes at her jaw, flexing it slightly.

"Good pickings today, kid?" she asks, squatting down next to the box.

[maybe_youll_die]

"The same as always," said Wednesday, pulling out something red and lacy and dropping it aside with something close to disdain. There was already a sizeable pile ready for sacrificial burning. "I think next time I should pack a lunch before beginning."

[gotacigarette]

Eden reaches behind her, picking up the red lace and turning it over in her fingers. It's a familiar cut, and Babe likes red. She holds it up against herself, raising a critical eyebrow and then puts it on one side.

"If you see a clean black t-shirt, you give it me."

[maybe_youll_die]

"If I see anything black, I keep it," said Wednesday, but there was probably some negotiating room here. "But I'll give it to you if you can find me a proper undergarment."

[little_moons]

"Hey, kid," I say, walking past her with a load of clothes in my arms.

I should probably be wary of her, since I haven't really gotten the feelin' she likes me all that much, and she's fuckin' scary for a twelve year old, but I'm not. She's Peter's best friend -- Peter's fuckin' soulmate in little girl form, and the whole thing reminds me too much of Wendy.

Dumping my clothes in the wash and starting it up, I walk back over to her and lower myself down to the floor at her side.

[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday eyed him warily, but as much as she might have found him a rival at any other time, right now he might have his uses. After all, he'd dealt with this precise issue himself.

"What will your help cost me?" she said without preamble.

[little_moons]

"Not exactly lookin' for compensation," I say with a snort of laughter, giving her a crooked smirk and are you kiddin' me? sorta look. "What exactly am I helpin' you with?"

With her, I figure it's a pretty good idea to check first.

[maybe_youll_die]

"I don't want to owe favors," said Wednesday. It was more to her advantage for it to work the other way around. "I need the clothing box to give me underthings."

Then she eyed his chest, where her future breasts had formerly resided.

[simpletailor]

Garak spent quite a bit of time at the box, coaxing decent fabrics (if not decent garments) out of it. He'd developed something of a system, actually, though it was by no means foolproof. Very few systems were, other than the Cardassian Justice System. Today he was in search of a fine blue fabric for a dress he'd drawn the previous night. Perhaps it would suit Lady Boleyn? Rich jewel tones flattered her complexion very well. If not her, he was sure he could find someone who might like the garment when it was completed

[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday looked up at him without answering for a moment, but she didn't see any ulterior motive in his asking her. Nor was she hiding anything in particular.

"I prepared myself for this battle," she said finally. "And I will win. With the clothing box, all you need is the patience to wait it out."

[simpletailor]

It was both refreshing and depressing to have Wednesday regard him with such unalloyed suspicion. Refreshing, of course, because it was familiar, but depressing because his best source of anything resembling what might be normality came from a twelve year old human child. It wasn't the age, of course, that was the issue.

"That is an excellent perspective," he said smoothly, infusing a note of approval into his voice. He wasn't entirely sure that patience would be enough, but it was possible, and the determination and preparation certainly was to her credit, if indeed she had prepared.

"Er...What battle are you preparing for, if I might ask?"

[maybe_youll_die]

"I need the clothing box to give me new undergarments," said Wednesday with steely determination. "I don't expect it to give them up easily. I'm prepared for the onslaught of bows and lace."