Costuming was typically one of Casimir's favorite parts of theatre. Working with the other cast and crew to create and don attire that whisks them into another world just as it does the audience. He didn't work in the costumes department personally, but he did know that they often overlapped with that of the film research club (a fact that his manager seemed to detest, for reasons unknown to him). He also knew that those who worked in the department were skilled at what they did, and that their ability to create convincing costumes and props were unmatched - it was practically like a glamour spell without the blot accumulation! With all that being said, the point was that Casimir held deep respect for those in the costumes department.
That did not mean, however, that he liked going to them when standard stage mishaps occurred. The last few times that had happened, it had been an upperclassman from Pomefiore that greeted him... and then proceeded to ream him out for things that were beyond his control. How was it his fault that someone placed a real knife in place of a prop!? He could've been seriously injured if the fabric didn't take the brunt of it (or if the other actors hadn't learned fight choreography).
The night fae quietly knocked on the door to the room for the costumes department, awkwardly carrying his costume cape in hand. One of his co-actors had tripped on it mid-rehearsal, sending both of them crashing onto the stage... he was simply there to see if the rips could be mended (or perhaps if they could modify the piece to be less of a hazard...).
"Pardon the intrusion," Casimir said, clearing his throat before pushing the door open. "I've... come to request that repairs be made to this invaluable work of art. And... perhaps some adjustments, if that is not being too presumptuous..."
(For Ruadh, from🌙Casimir @night-raven-miscellany )
MENDING MORE THAN JUST A COSTUME
Ruadh loves plays—loves the concept of acting, the liberation of being somebody that you're not and be rewarded for it. It was the biggest reason that he joined the Film Studies club, even though Vil and the rest of its members didn't exactly pay attention to him since he was a behind-the-scenes person. But another pretty good perk of being in this club are all of the free sewing things, because now he can repair cosplays and June's attire all for free.
Ruadh had went to a con recently with a few of his friends as Madoka Kaname, and of course whenever you go to cons something in your cosplay is going to break. Today he had finally found the time to repair the costume, thank sevens. He really needed to do something to take his mind off of the tests that he had been bombarded with recently.
So there he was, sparkly iPod clipped onto his belt with an add-on he found on Amazon, headphones blasting stomach book at full volume, sewing and singing softly without a care in the world. He doesn't hear Casimir step in, too focused on his work, and only notices the man when he reaches behind him to get some more thread and sees a shadowy figure in the corner of his eye. He jumps, yelping loudly before he even turns to see what it could be.
"A-ah... oh! Oh! I'm- oh gosh- I'm so so sorry for yelling that loudly. S-so sorry! Please forgive me!"
Ruadh bows deeply, catching his headphone before they could fall. Casimir could probably sing to the lyrics of the song, that's how loud they were.
"So sorry again! Uh— you'd like repairs, I assume? Y-yes, I can get that right away to you! So sorry again!"
He gently takes the costume from Casimir's hands, giving him a small smile. He has the urge to scratch his left arm right about now.
"What... ah, what are the changes you would like to make..?"
