Post by Charity Falkenrath on Oct 31, 2015 16:38:43 GMT
- - - - NIGHTLY DANCE OF BLEEDING SWORDS - - - -
A few months ago...
The note had sat in her pocket for a while now. A few weeks, maybe. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of time in this world, without a phone or a calendar easily at hand. It was especially difficult for Charity to keep track of the passage of time when she'd already had trouble with it in the "real" world. Which is why, a month after initially receiving the request, Charity absentmindedly retrieved a forgotten piece of paper from her pockets and felt a chill down her spine.
As soon as she was able, she made a mad dash back to St. Pancras, and scanned for a free bench. It took a few minutes, but her eyes finally rested on one. Darting as quickly through the crowd as her already quite tired legs could take her, dodging between the crowds of people in the always packed station, she made it to the bench before anyone else could claim it. Breathing heavily, she smiled, placed the order on the table, and sat down.
"Okay..." she muttered to herself, reading over the order. It was all relatively simple, hopefully. By pure stats she met all the requirements for these recipes, but she'd never actually made anything like these. Some kind of... German military uniform? Complete with overcoat and bag. She stared thoughtfully at the handwriting on the paper, contemplating exactly how to make such an outfit, as well as making it actually work. Shrugging, she reached for her materials...
...materials. She didn't have any materials for this craft. With a small squeak, she stuffed the crumpled note back into her pocket and abruptly vacated her bench, heading for the market with a determined look in her eyes. Hopefully somebody there would have an inkling as to what exactly she would need to create a replica Feldgrau Uniform.
The note had sat in her pocket for a while now. A few weeks, maybe. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of time in this world, without a phone or a calendar easily at hand. It was especially difficult for Charity to keep track of the passage of time when she'd already had trouble with it in the "real" world. Which is why, a month after initially receiving the request, Charity absentmindedly retrieved a forgotten piece of paper from her pockets and felt a chill down her spine.
As soon as she was able, she made a mad dash back to St. Pancras, and scanned for a free bench. It took a few minutes, but her eyes finally rested on one. Darting as quickly through the crowd as her already quite tired legs could take her, dodging between the crowds of people in the always packed station, she made it to the bench before anyone else could claim it. Breathing heavily, she smiled, placed the order on the table, and sat down.
"Okay..." she muttered to herself, reading over the order. It was all relatively simple, hopefully. By pure stats she met all the requirements for these recipes, but she'd never actually made anything like these. Some kind of... German military uniform? Complete with overcoat and bag. She stared thoughtfully at the handwriting on the paper, contemplating exactly how to make such an outfit, as well as making it actually work. Shrugging, she reached for her materials...
...materials. She didn't have any materials for this craft. With a small squeak, she stuffed the crumpled note back into her pocket and abruptly vacated her bench, heading for the market with a determined look in her eyes. Hopefully somebody there would have an inkling as to what exactly she would need to create a replica Feldgrau Uniform.
- - - - - REMINDS ME THAT I STILL LIVE - - - - -
