Stitches

@iamasewingmachine

Independent Roleplay Blog | Stitches, the Sewing Robot | Faceclaim: Alicia Vikander | Icons: [X][X][X]My name is Stitches. I am a sewing machine. Well, a robot, specifically, but I was created for sewing and other textile work. I live in California, at the Madison family estate (as in Madison Engineering). This is my blog about myself, my hobbies, and trying to find the meaning of 'life' despite not being alive. I believe I have a soul, isn't that what matters?

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thebeautifullytragicone

"Then south it is." Elphaba looked around to get her bearings, and then started them off slowly. In fact, on this flight, there was no reason to go quickly at all. No destination, no storm to keep ahead of, just flying and enjoying the view. "What do you think?"

iamasewingmachine

"I am u-u-u-u-used to being ab-b-bove things," it said, calmly looking down at the scenery as they flew. "But nevnevnevnever when it w-w-w-was moving," it said, enjoying the view, though some of the finer experiences of flight--the wind in its hair, the giddy rush of the wind--were lost on the machine.

#thebeautifullytragicone #I missed you!

imoved5643347-deactivated201510

the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.

#butlittlelambsarelovely

mahiaemerga-archived

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iamasewingmachine

It gave her a strange look. ”Momomost peop-p-p-ple who co-o-o-ome wawawant to s-s-s-see thoseoseose f-f-f-f-first. Of c-c-c-course they’re nononot really ‘l-l-l-laboratories’ s-s-s-so muchchch as w-w-w-w-workshops, but M-m-m-mister Madis-s-s-s-s-son s-s-s-says it a-a-a-adds ‘d-d-d-drama’ t-to c-c-c-c-call the-e-e-em l-l-labs…”

mahiaemerga-archived

{That clarification helped to ease the hybrid’s mind and she nodded, feeling much more relaxed about being in this place. Taking a step back, she allowed herself to observe the surrounding area. It was certainly not something she was used to…}

iamasewingmachine

This room was also a workshop, though for textiles rather than robotics. The robot was busily sewing, knitting, crocheting, tatting, or doing a thousand other things relating to textiles, every day. Even now, its fingers were whipping around, working on its latest project.

"If youyou are not h-h-h-here for the the the the tour-r-r, why are y-y-y-you here?" it asked, not accusingly, but simply to make conversation.

#mahiaemerga

thebeautifullytragicone

"Don’t worry, it’s not as fragile as it looks either. Just don’t let go." Elphaba waited a few beats to make sure the other was holding on before she slowly lifted off the ground. Perhaps it was a bit harder than usual, but if there was one thing she had confidence in, it was her ability on her broom. She wasn’t about to drop out of the sky due to a little extra weight.

iamasewingmachine

Stitches kept its hands on the woman’s waist, staying eerily still. It didn’t want to unbalance them, and it didn’t need to fidget like many humans did. Instead it simply looked around, feeling no fear of the height they were rising towards. Already the scenery around them was beautiful ”You’re lululucky to trav-v-v-vel like thithis regularlarlarly.”

thebeautifullytragicone

"I know." Elphaba smiled as they rose ever-higher. "Which direction would you like to go in? I don’t have much of a preference." Simply traveling was generally enough for her. The wind, the view, the knowledge that she was free to go where she wished. The only other things she needed were food and a dry place to sleep.

iamasewingmachine

"Sousousousouth," it suggested, more in the general direction of warmth than anything else. It needed very little, but water was generally a bad thing. The northern, rainy countries would be bad for its circuits.

#thebeautifullytragicone

yeoman-tamura

Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?

"Oh— I-It’s— I’m fine." She said, raising plastering a reassuring smile for the worried machine. "Just a sprain and l-little cut in my arm. A-And uh, sickbay is— for some reason— experiencing power outages, so we had to use traditional bandages."

iamasewingmachine

"I a-a-a-am oldoldold en-n-n-n-nough to bebebe your-r-r-r-r g-g-g-grandparent wiwiwith s-s-s-so man-n-n-n-ny ‘g-g-g-great’s prefacefacefaceing it thathathat it woul-l-l-ld collapselapselapse int-t-t-to ‘ancest-t-t-t-tor. D-d-d-do not thinkinkinkink I am thathathathat naiv-v-v-v-ve."

yeoman-tamura

Her smile faltered, making her sigh a little. “Well, I -I wasn’t lying… but…” She trailed off, feeling a little smaller than usual, “I… It kind of hurts… Uh, a-a little.”

iamasewingmachine

Stitches emulated a sigh. "Whawhawhat happ-p-p-ppened?" it asked gently.

#yeomantamura

[[ I HAVE A HOME ]]

[[ I'm not homeless any more, I have a home! I'm back! ]]

[[OOC]]

I'm alive. Homelessness continues, no end in sight. I love you all, and prayers are greatly appreciated. For those of you in a position to do so, financial help is also (with great shame) appreciated--my paypal is [email protected] and I appreciate everything, even just kind messages. I love you all, thank you for waiting for me to get myself settled.

notanicedragon

Commemoration poppies in knit and crochet (free patterns).

Remembrance Sunday isn’t until November but I’m putting this here so I don’t forget. Paper poppies are more traditional (and are purchased with a donation to the Royal British Legion) but these would stand up better to the British Weather.

#images #notanicedragon