#allswell

[kleinstar]

@allswell

Eiden doesn't know what's going on today. He's given up interacting with customer when one was ready to swing a fist into his face. It's like complaints he usually kept to himself escaped out would escape like a whole grown frog.

So the text from Cecil was welcome distraction even if he was suspicious of these 'business talks'. He could have gotten the fabrics himself, he can tell that much....

Whatever. It's not like I've got nothing to do or... anything.

He sighs at his own weakness and opens the door.

" Why are you keeping this place dark...? " Eiden carefully starts.

" Hey... ? I know you're there!! Is this some kind of play again...? "

[ilsecng]

He's been feeling eyes on him since the moment he made his plate of food and started eating. Maybe earlier, before that. Doesn't matter because the Entity confirms that someone's been watching by warning him.

Ilseong hums, and when he finishes with his plate, he sets it down and grabs his fancy glass of wine. Dark brown eyes scan the room nonchalantly until they're met with a pair of lavender hues.

There he is.

From where he stands, he raises his glass, smiling toward the gentleman staring at him.

Will he come this way?

@allswell Instead of watching so far away, come closer. I look much better up close ^^.

[thiefandlyre]

Octavo eventually finds his way to Faucher's, pausing before he enters the little boutique so he can rest a moment. He's rarely been to Archimedes before now, finding the many narrow, winding alleyways confusing to navigate. With teleporting out of the question, he'd been forced to use his own two feet. Perhaps this was a poor idea when he should have been resting, especially considering he had a party to go to later.

Ah, well... The Lute would make sure he was on top of things. He could rest afterwards. Everybody there was waiting to hear him perform.

He opens the door, holding his tailcoat folded over his arm. "Pardon me, is the tailor in?"

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[edgedwing]

@allswell continued from here

Sephiroth rubbed his arm awkwardly. He just had to say what he practiced on the way over.

"I want to leave the Chorus and work at the front of the shop."

[daxned]

@allswell

"It is a little too tight," Dam-bi says as she slides two fingers around the collar, in an attempt to loosen the ruffles. She's used to trying on outfits that Cecil throws her way. At this point, she really should be, considering how long it's been since she's worked under him. Still, she can't get used to ALL these ruffles!

[sxnburst]

@allswell

"Good morning, hello!" Dante peeks into the boutique with a sense of wonder. Wow, this place really is nice, and the outfits here seem expensive. Mister Eiden wasn't kidding.

"I was told that this is the place to go for tailoring?"

[sparklingvexation]

@allswell

"Hey! You look like a reasonable guy!" Haru suddenly chimed in, raising his hand for a moment as he did so. Then he scuttled closer towards Cecil, eyeing his fancy looking attire with a joyful expression. "Mind sharing?" He pointed towards the plate of food Cecil was eating.

Seriously, what kind of person just goes up to a random stranger and asks to share their food?! "I'm seriously starving! I haven't eaten in at least....4 hours!" One of the waiters passed by eyeing Haru; which he took notice of. So he was quick to sit down across from Cecil as to seem less suspicious.

It was a restaurant with outdoor seating, with a pretty view of a well taken care of garden. Quite idealistic. Haru had snuck in through said garden.

[dazzlxd]

@allswell | Faucher Lace: First Day

Vivianne gently pushed in the doors of the Maison des Dentelles d'Faucher while clutching a binder close to her chest. She was dressed in her second best - she couldn't bring herself to wear her Furisode Girl uniform, after all, it felt too... not for the setting - and she was nervous.

Way more nervous than when she had applied at the Lavarre City gym when she arrived in Lavarre at 15. However, she had already been accepted, but as her Maman always said -- first impressions meant everything.

Nervously she tucked a piece of her pink hair behind her ear and looked down at Gwen who had followed her inside. "Gwen, stay here by the doors, and out of customers' way. Please." She instructed, trying to find a calmer edge to her voice.

Gwen did as she was asked, the Pokémon delicately padding her way over to a spot that wasn't in customers' way. Vivianne let out a breath, counted to herself, and loosened the near-death grip she had on her binder. She wasn't sure if the owner needed to see some of her sketches, after all she was supposed to just be a seamstress, but it felt like it wouldn't hurt.

Vivianne stepped up closer to what she thought was the service counter, and cleared her throat once again.

"Hello, my name is Vivianne Vaughan, and I'm here to meet with the owner. I'm a new hire - a seamstress and tailor - and I was asked to come in so I can get familiar with the machines?"

Curse her nerves causing the uptick in her voice on that last sentence to make it more of a question than a statement. Maybe she should get a grip--