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the_last_resort2014-09-05 05:42 am
ewestmarch) wrote in the_last_resort2014-09-05 05:42 am
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and now for something completely different
Who: Emilia, her flesh golem, and YOU
What/Where: Stitches: the tailoring/enchanting shop for the discerning, fashionable, and flammable
When: Any time, any day. This is a catch-all log!
Notes & Warnings: probably mentions of fire and radiation as per her advertisement
The sign outside is wooden and appears hand-carved, swinging from two chains above the door like it would in an old tavern. Stitches is a small shop, with most of the floor space dedicated to a sewing table and bolts of fabric, shimmering in dozens of colors and patterns. See anything you like? Ask for it! Stitches makes custom clothing and enchantments, with a specialty in combining the two.
The remaining space is cluttered with packed bookshelves. This is the owner's personal collection, and despite being on Quadratus only a few months she has accumulated quite a lot of them: texts on biology, chemistry, and surgery, treatises on death and souls, Standard dictionaries and learning texts, and the occasional speculative novel.
Emilia herself is always found at the counter in the front if she's not already with a customer, head propped up on one elbow and reading from a heavy tome. Her assistant is further back in the shop, and is heavy, ponderous footsteps can be heard between the shelves but not seen.
The smell of blood and rot is faint under a lemony cleanser smell, a clear attempt to mask it. It isn't going very well.
What'll it be?
What/Where: Stitches: the tailoring/enchanting shop for the discerning, fashionable, and flammable
When: Any time, any day. This is a catch-all log!
Notes & Warnings: probably mentions of fire and radiation as per her advertisement
The sign outside is wooden and appears hand-carved, swinging from two chains above the door like it would in an old tavern. Stitches is a small shop, with most of the floor space dedicated to a sewing table and bolts of fabric, shimmering in dozens of colors and patterns. See anything you like? Ask for it! Stitches makes custom clothing and enchantments, with a specialty in combining the two.
The remaining space is cluttered with packed bookshelves. This is the owner's personal collection, and despite being on Quadratus only a few months she has accumulated quite a lot of them: texts on biology, chemistry, and surgery, treatises on death and souls, Standard dictionaries and learning texts, and the occasional speculative novel.
Emilia herself is always found at the counter in the front if she's not already with a customer, head propped up on one elbow and reading from a heavy tome. Her assistant is further back in the shop, and is heavy, ponderous footsteps can be heard between the shelves but not seen.
The smell of blood and rot is faint under a lemony cleanser smell, a clear attempt to mask it. It isn't going very well.
What'll it be?