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@silicone-blush
"I don't know about you, but I'm so done with winter shoots." (silicone-blush)
@silicone-blush
“Right? If I find one more fake snowflake in my hair I’m gonna scream.” they mutter, shrugging off the furry scarf they’d been posing in.
She grabs her bag from the counter and follows to a changing room, calling over to the next booth. "What did you have in mind?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm so done with winter shoots." (silicone-blush)
@silicone-blush
“Right? If I find one more fake snowflake in my hair I’m gonna scream.” they mutter, shrugging off the furry scarf they’d been posing in.
“Not that it doesn’t get cold here, but its not cold nearly long enough to warrant this much fur.” She responds as she follows their example in kicking off her boots. “I can only imagine how hot you get under the lights, at least my system comes with coolant.”
“I’m so jealous.” they complain, sinking down in a chair and fanning their face with their hand. “How late ’s it?”
The boots are followed by a sweater and hairpiece in a pile by her chair. “Food places are still open, if that’s your question.”
“Awesome. Wanna join me? Oh, wait, do you… do you eat?” Asher raises their eyebrows, hoping they didn’t accidentally insult their fellow model.
She puffs up a little proudly. “I can ingest as many liquids as I want.” She replies with a smirk. “Its not eating but at least it wouldn’t just be me watching you eat.”
"I don't know about you, but I'm so done with winter shoots." (silicone-blush)
@silicone-blush
“Right? If I find one more fake snowflake in my hair I’m gonna scream.” they mutter, shrugging off the furry scarf they’d been posing in.
“Not that it doesn’t get cold here, but its not cold nearly long enough to warrant this much fur.” She responds as she follows their example in kicking off her boots. “I can only imagine how hot you get under the lights, at least my system comes with coolant.”
“I’m so jealous.” they complain, sinking down in a chair and fanning their face with their hand. “How late ’s it?”
The boots are followed by a sweater and hairpiece in a pile by her chair. “Food places are still open, if that’s your question.”
"I don't know about you, but I'm so done with winter shoots." (silicone-blush)
@silicone-blush
“Right? If I find one more fake snowflake in my hair I’m gonna scream.” they mutter, shrugging off the furry scarf they’d been posing in.
“Not that it doesn’t get cold here, but its not cold nearly long enough to warrant this much fur.” She responds as she follows their example in kicking off her boots. “I can only imagine how hot you get under the lights, at least my system comes with coolant.”
(( so I got this messenger thing ouo! feel free to chat I'm 500% open to ooc/ic chat.
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Making the burgundy dress.
Design, patterns and sewing made by me. The dress is renaissance inspired, with some personal modifications. The whole dress was hand sewn, including the hems. More pictures of it and a tutorial can be found on my blog.
I can’t even begin to express how beautiful this is
There’s a hesitation as she takes in the area. Well it certainly looked as ominous as the word re-education sounded. However not nearly as scary as the idea of a hard wipe.
“What… How does a re-education work, exactly? I’ve heard its sort of like retraining, but that would be pointless when we have such large databases at our disposal, we can refresh our immediate memory at any time-?” The same way anyone could Google a definition, there were plenty of preprogrammed jobs that any mech could download with authorization. It certainly didn’t replace the reinforcement of doing it manually for the first couple times but any mech could become any thing with the right programmer.
Kay grew more excited as she was asked about her proscess, the very procedure her and Luc had devised together.
“It’s really very helpful, as complex as your brain is, just like it benifits from external and internal input, it also benifits from both external and internal therapy. We are going to start with engaging your sensory input with auditory and visual stimuli. What’s your favorite type of music? be as specific as you want I have a lot at my disposal. It will help get us moving along if I explain more as I go, but don’t worry, it isn’t scary at all and I will be here the whole time. The whole thing starts with some music, so come on over and sit.” She again gently clasped the girls hand to lead her to the chair.
“Don’t be fooled by the restraints, the are actually just for my safety. See being human I am naturally much weaker than you. And I know you can’t intentionally do me harm, if there is any glitching in your system will, the twitch of an arm could break my nose. I don’t think we will trigger any major twitches but it’s better you are kept still just in case. a fifty five pound solid limb connecting with my poor little anatomy could keep me from bringing you out of this machine should you start to glitch, you know?” As she spoke she was crouched below the Mechs eye level, placing her wrist gently in the metal cuff. She didn’t even close it at first, instead giving her arm a few pats while she said the comforting words. Then when she latched it it was slow and gentle. Another few little strokes.
“Does that feel alright? not too tight? we will do the rest just as nicely, now about that music?”
She taps her nails against the arms of the chair, simply watching as Kat straps her in and takes her movement. This was fine, with proven logical points there was no reason to question further. It was the most normal she'd felt, not just being told what to do to follow a predetermined plan. Being able to ask the questions to sate her curiosity.
Camille wishes she had her hands only for a moment to reach her phone to give to Kat but supplements with words. "I really like songs with a brass section in them, the combination of modern music with classical instruments," She stresses the word classical sarcastically, the implied that modern music was usually just drums, pianos and guitars, "is very pleasing to my ear."
“How do you feel about the company?”
“Is this a professional question or a personal one?” There is the slightest hint of confusion on her face.
They laugh with her, sharing the sentiments. “I haven’t had much experience around the department, no. The work is all around though, isn’t it? Brighter smiles and better work.” Camille gave a small shrug and picked at the varnish on their nails. “I hear they used to use human resources for my job but they didn’t always smile right. And some things aren’t cost effective to try and cover up.”
“Right, yes, we use Human Resources often apparently. I personally haven’t been involved with them, but they sure do help the field.” She nodded, “So…” Celine paused for a moment, glancing at their nails. “Do you like makeup?”
Celine's smile changes from a requirement to a soft honesty. "I'm fond of it, yes. Its usually in the job requirement, even for the male faces." She notices the glance at her nails and holds her hand in front of her. "Silicone doesn't usually take to regular makeup well for long time wear, but my nails are more porous so the varnish doesn't just peel right off." The mech enthuses.
There's a hesitation as she takes in the area. Well it certainly looked as ominous as the word re-education sounded. However not nearly as scary as the idea of a hard wipe.
"What... How does a re-education work, exactly? I've heard its sort of like retraining, but that would be pointless when we have such large databases at our disposal, we can refresh our immediate memory at any time-?" The same way anyone could Google a definition, there were plenty of preprogrammed jobs that any mech could download with authorization. It certainly didn't replace the reinforcement of doing it manually for the first couple times but any mech could become any thing with the right programmer.
“I’m sorry I’m not understanding why I’m here, the disagreement over last week’s shoot was minor at most-” Camille was trying very hard not to frown, it’d be unsightly of her to do so. However her worry came from unknown origin as she attempted to explain the situation to the woman sitting across from her. “We came to an agreement that the silicone would be redone and we’ve rescheduled without pushing back any other projects, no loss in productivity and still within deadlines.” She continued to insist, down-playing the fiery argument that had actually taken place. Certainly not something she thought warranted a visit to the re-education department. Bio machines didn’t GET re-educated as far as she knew.
@cuttlinglabtech
“That’s entirely understandable miss…and we admire your continued productivity in the face of adversity. You’re reason for being called in to re-education is more a matter of selection. You are a class of Biomech we have been hoping to select to help me test and perfect a new regiment. You are going to be part of a very important experimental program to all of Strex’s Biomechanical Peoples. I’m Kat and I will be spearheading the Biomech Re-education program very soon. I have been trying for some time to re-examine the way we look at ‘Mech’s correctional programming. Traditionally any Biomech acting in a way that doesn’t meet their approved “Prime Directive” would be immediately erased and re-programmed. But the cognitive divergences, personalities and unique traits of each ‘mech can actually be an integral part in their productivity. I hope to preserve those things during re-education rather than to eliminate them in the sometimes ham-fisted way a programmers approach can be.” She explained. It was a long winded way of saying ‘you were the first to screw up while i was on this program and now you get to be a guinnie pig.
“So, without further adue, lets get a look at that file! Dont worry Miss Cammile Ma’am, we are going to help you get right back on track, no judgements here!” She let out a light laugh and gave the other girl a broad smile. What a pretty person, a very nicely designed mech. She was almost itching to get to know her better.
The words all sounded fine, but she still felt herself fighting off a frown by the end of the explanation. She was well aware of the current methods, not that she’d know if they’d been used. Any opinion she has on a program for biomech re-education isn’t voiced, the topic of reprogramming lingering as an afterthought. Surely it was the better option, and Kat certainly seemed sincere with such a nice smile.
But still Camille can’t help her initial irritation. When she speaks however, it comes out just as pleasant as before, almost as if an apology. “You’ll forgive me then Miss Kat, if I still misunderstand why this action is necessary? While beneficial to your program, performing a re-education implies there’s a error to correct.”
“According to your file you have had more than one "altercation” she did air quotes, “with your management over your recent course and it seems to have caused them to feel the need to, for lack of a better word, wipe you for reprogramming. However” she smiled a soft gentle smile an open gesture. “I tend to disagree. See the higher ups tend to assume that the smallest step out of line for a mech is a /malfunction/. I don’t think this is entirely fair.” she lowered her voice for effect. “I think it’s the best trait a mech has when they diverge and start to develop an /opinion/. It’s what makes you persons, not simply machines. After reading through your "altercation” I am quite honestly on /your/ side sweetheart.“ the words had a hint of her boss and all her charm plus a bit of genuine honesty. Her own personal brand of re-education started with a seed of truth.
she straightened up and spoke in her normal, less suggestive tone. "That being said, I want you to know I’m here to help, and help ease the tension between you and your superior.”
Camille keeps her currently negative opinion of her superior to herself but nods. Of course Kat understood why they were in the wrong and not her, because it was the truth wasn’t it?
Whatever it was Kat was selling, Camille was most certainly buying. It wasn’t like she was a salesmech, just the person holding the display. “... Given the two options, I would prefer not to give my employer the satisfaction.” She replies carefully, the words aren’t bitter but she certainly was.
Ask the mun about a certain aspect of their muse, and the mun will elaborate about it.
“I’m sorry I’m not understanding why I’m here, the disagreement over last week’s shoot was minor at most-” Camille was trying very hard not to frown, it’d be unsightly of her to do so. However her worry came from unknown origin as she attempted to explain the situation to the woman sitting across from her. “We came to an agreement that the silicone would be redone and we’ve rescheduled without pushing back any other projects, no loss in productivity and still within deadlines.” She continued to insist, down-playing the fiery argument that had actually taken place. Certainly not something she thought warranted a visit to the re-education department. Bio machines didn’t GET re-educated as far as she knew.
@cuttlinglabtech
“That’s entirely understandable miss…and we admire your continued productivity in the face of adversity. You’re reason for being called in to re-education is more a matter of selection. You are a class of Biomech we have been hoping to select to help me test and perfect a new regiment. You are going to be part of a very important experimental program to all of Strex’s Biomechanical Peoples. I’m Kat and I will be spearheading the Biomech Re-education program very soon. I have been trying for some time to re-examine the way we look at ‘Mech’s correctional programming. Traditionally any Biomech acting in a way that doesn’t meet their approved “Prime Directive” would be immediately erased and re-programmed. But the cognitive divergences, personalities and unique traits of each ‘mech can actually be an integral part in their productivity. I hope to preserve those things during re-education rather than to eliminate them in the sometimes ham-fisted way a programmers approach can be.” She explained. It was a long winded way of saying ‘you were the first to screw up while i was on this program and now you get to be a guinnie pig.
“So, without further adue, lets get a look at that file! Dont worry Miss Cammile Ma’am, we are going to help you get right back on track, no judgements here!” She let out a light laugh and gave the other girl a broad smile. What a pretty person, a very nicely designed mech. She was almost itching to get to know her better.
The words all sounded fine, but she still felt herself fighting off a frown by the end of the explanation. She was well aware of the current methods, not that she’d know if they’d been used. Any opinion she has on a program for biomech re-education isn’t voiced, the topic of reprogramming lingering as an afterthought. Surely it was the better option, and Kat certainly seemed sincere with such a nice smile.
But still Camille can’t help her initial irritation. When she speaks however, it comes out just as pleasant as before, almost as if an apology. “You’ll forgive me then Miss Kat, if I still misunderstand why this action is necessary? While beneficial to your program, performing a re-education implies there’s a error to correct.”
"I'm sorry I'm not understanding why I'm here, the disagreement over last week's shoot was minor at most-" Camille was trying very hard not to frown, it'd be unsightly of her to do so. However her worry came from unknown origin as she attempted to explain the situation to the woman sitting across from her. "We came to an agreement that the silicone would be redone and we've rescheduled without pushing back any other projects, no loss in productivity and still within deadlines." She continued to insist, down-playing the fiery argument that had actually taken place. Certainly not something she thought warranted a visit to the re-education department. Bio machines didn't GET re-educated as far as she knew.
@cuttlinglabtech
☔ (~silicone-blush)
They were walking back to the strex headquarters as it began to pour, blood falling from the skies and having 286 soaked in mere minutes and staining the only set of clothes they had. They are stopped when another biomachine -though much more beautiful than them- offers to share their umbrella with them. Shy, they cast their eyes to the bloodstained sand in front of their own feet. ‘I wouldn’t want to befoul you with even justy presence alone’ they say respectfully, deeming the other of much higher status and thus them self as being not worthy.
She frowns, offering a gloved hand regardless. "You're a bit of a mess, but its not going to help if you sit there getting soaked." Camille's boots have a small rise to them, seemingly planned for the small excursion outside. "Where are you headed?"
“How do you feel about the company?”
“Is this a professional question or a personal one?” There is the slightest hint of confusion on her face.
They laugh with her, sharing the sentiments. "I haven't had much experience around the department, no. The work is all around though, isn't it? Brighter smiles and better work." Camille gave a small shrug and picked at the varnish on their nails. "I hear they used to use human resources for my job but they didn't always smile right. And some things aren't cost effective to try and cover up."
“How do you feel about the company?”
“Is this a professional question or a personal one?” There is the slightest hint of confusion on her face.
“Are you not from Desert Bluffs originally, then? Its good you like it here.” They smile, nodding in agreement with Celine’s observations. “You work for the company then, where?”
“I didn’t come from here, no.” She relaxed a little, seeing that the other was smiling as well. “I work in Mr. Silva’s lab, in Re-education.”
They look delighted. "Oh how lovely!" Re-ed always had the prettiest faces. "You make smiles then? I'm not familiar with the processes really, its not something I need to know."
“How do you feel about the company?”
“Is this a professional question or a personal one?” There is the slightest hint of confusion on her face.
"Are you not from Desert Bluffs originally, then? Its good you like it here." They smile, nodding in agreement with Celine's observations. "You work for the company then, where?"
