[closed] ladies with an attitude.

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Who: Kanaya and Nakama
What: Kanaya is eager to show an aspiring designer some of her work.
When: Day 77
Where: Freyr house, eventually in Kanaya's room.
Rating: G!

[ finally meeting people that were interested in the same things she were - namely fashion - was a much appreciated breath of fresh air for Kanaya. considering that most trolls thought fashion was stupid and the humans on the meteor weren't too interested in it either, she hasn't had anyone to really share her work and ideas with until now. seeing a budding young seamstress like Nakama is making her feel like a mentor of sorts. she'd love to teach the human what she knows. 

so around the time that they decided on the day before, Kanaya is in the Freyr sitting room waiting for her guest to arrive. she's brought a pocket mirror to adjust her black lipstick as she waits - one must look their best in the presence of visitors, after all. ]
 

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[whatagoodgirl]

[When Nakama enters, she's a bit surprised by the sight of Kanaya - with the other trolls, she hasn't thought of their looks at all because they're so different from humans, but - she can't deny that Kanaya is pretty. Still vaguely unsettling in all the ways trolls are to someone who's not used to their looks, but surely pretty for her kind.

She adjusts the strap on her work bag and walks in, ignoring the prickling at the back of her neck - she's getting better and better at fighting off the urge to leave other God Houses. She's dressed for the occasion, because although dresses make her uncomfortable, this seems like a time when one is necessary.]

Hi... Kanaya?

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[ she looks up at the sound of someone calling her name, and lo and behold - there's the girl. she looks only one human year younger than she is, so there's only a touch of seniority in that sense.

she closes her mirror and slips it and her lipstick tube into the pocket of her skirt, giving her a smile. ]

You must be Mako.

[ she only knows her name by the caller ID she saw when they conversed on the network. come to think of it, she should have asked first. silently, she looks over her visitor's own outfit. simple, yet elegant. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

[The quick once-over makes her nervous, but she seems to pass the test, so she lets out a silent breath of relief and bows shallowly.]

Mako Nakarai. Most of my friends call me Nakama, though, so you can if you want.

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[ she won't bite, Nakama! she's actually pretty laid back - well, she tries to be, at least. she's more of a worry wart than someone who judges. ]

Nakama, then. You have that uniform you wanted to show me, right?

[whatagoodgirl]

Oh - yes! I've got it right here.

[She sets her bag down on a nearby chair and hunts out her uniform, complete with shoes. An experienced designer will immediately see that it's just a fairly simple dress with pieces tacked on to give it a more dramatic look, but the seam work is solid, and it's certainly an interesting piece.]

Like I said, I didn't have the money for new fabric at the time, so I was mostly working with scraps. My later uniforms were better, but I made mine first, so...

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[ interesting, indeed! she looks at the uniform a couple of times over, nodding. ] For the lack of resources you said you had, this is very well done. The care in the seam work stands out quite a bit.

[ she offers a smile. ] You definitely have a talent.

[whatagoodgirl]

Oh... [She smiles, pleased, her cheeks heating up.] Thank you. I wish I had one of the later ones to show you, from when I actually had fresh fabric...

... but, um, I'd love to see what you've done.

[debunk]

Of course. Follow me.

[ she waves her hand to motion her to do just that as she stands and walks up the stairs to her quarters. inside, the walls are draped with life-sized paper with drawings of different articles of clothing on them. some designs are just in the planning stage as sketches, and some almost look ready to turn into fabric.

that's when she flushes a bit. ] Please pardon the mess... I didn't really get around to cleaning up.

[whatagoodgirl]

I know what it's like when you're working. You get so into it you forget about everything else. [In other words, it's okay. She moves slowly into the room, examining the drawings carefully.]

Gosh, you're really talented. If my designs came out the way I drew them, they'd be a mess. I'm not much good at the sketching part, but I know what I mean, you know?

[debunk]

[ nods. usually she's very neat and tidy, except when she's ~in her zone~. ] Exactly. I'm glad you understand.

Thank you. I do know what you mean - having this power has definitely sharpened my drawing abilities, though. With the level of skill i'm at, detail needs to be precise in order for it to come out correctly.

[whatagoodgirl]

Where did you learn to do this? Did you just teach yourself?

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I had to. You already know about the... distaste that trolls have for fashion. I suppose I've always been different in that sense.

[whatagoodgirl]

That must be hard. [She fingers the edge of a design paper, not wanting to get her hands on the actual drawing and smudge it.] My mom taught me how to sew. We didn't always have a lot of money, but she needed fancy dresses, so she just made her own. When I was ten, she asked if I wanted to learn, so I did. By eleven I was taking in sewing and making money for the family.