Charlotte's Sewing and Alterations!

[Charlotte]

WORDS 1040 TAGS open NOTES Training Tailoring! The young girl sat with her legs crossed in a small building, the light peering in through the window. She fumbled with a small ring on her finger, letting it reflect the bright light of the sun back through the window. The building she was in was that of a tailor, someone who worked in cloth and leather. Charlotte? She overheard as she sat still. Turning her head, her long blue hair would droop from her back to her chest, covering most of her top. She locked eyes with an elderly woman who carried a genuine smile. This way please. She said, motioning for the girl to walk closely and follow through he store. As she walked with the woman, they passed through a hallway, the woman speaking about information which was probably pretty important. Charlotte wasn't exactly hearing her though, focusing more intently on the tapestry of the building. It was quite obvious it was a tailor's shop because of the many rugs, clothes and tapestries hung from walls and on the floors. The two would quickly arrive at a door at which the woman stopped walking and stood still. ... And this is where your interview will be. Right this way Ms. Charlotte. She'd open the door, light flooding out and causing Charlotte to hold her hands over her eyes to adjust.  As her eyes became more adjusted to the light, Charlotte would move her hand, looking down and seeing a rather large dwarf sitting in a leather chair. His jacket was made of some sort of cloth with sewing needles in his pockets, but coupled with the lighting and the commotion, Charlotte wasn't exactly able to see all of the information. Ah... So you're Miss Charlotte. He'd stroke his beard gently, running his fingers from one end to the next, as if thinking of what to say. My employees have told me you are one of the few tailors in the world... He'd look her in the eyes with a rather large genuine smile. Charlotte's face would show a bit red as she began to speak. Why yes, I am a tailor. Though the quantity I am not sure of. She'd laugh a bit, looking the dwarf in his eyes. Although this was a replication of the game, these NPCs felt so human. It was if they were people. Back when this was a game, Elder-Tale had very few tailors, especially in the North American servers, which seemed to make all sorts of jokes about people who took tailoring as a sub-class. Charlotte didn't particularly care though. She picked the subclass because few people used it. Leaning forward, she'd hold her hand out to the dwarf, shaking it and speaking. So... If there's any chance I could work for you, that would be great. With her hand in his, the two would share a smile before the dwarf would stand, walking around the low table. His short stature made it hard for the girl to restrain her laughter, but she knew this situation was far too serious to be laughing over.  Yes. Yes of course. I've gotta test you though. The dwarf would say with a scruffy tone. He'd waddle over to a drawer on the side of the wall, scratching his head and looking through the many objects in the drawer. Every now and then, he'd prick himself, causing him to grunt before rummaging through the drawers more. This went on for a good 5 minutes before the NPC returned with a roll of thread, a few needles, and some cloth. Waving a hand to her to proceed, he'd speak. Let's see what you've got here. Tilting her head sideways, Charlotte would tap her chin, causing her hair to flip to one side before opening her interface with a hand motion. Taking the materials, they'd light up in her interface and several options would glow white, indicating she was able to make them. Tapping several words, the materials would deplete and in a flash of white light and smoke, a shirt and pair of pants would be revealed on the table before her. She'd smile happily with her eyes closed as the NPC looked over the clothing with a smile on his face.  How's that then? She'd say with a bit of a nervous tone, masked only by a smile and her slightly red face. The dwarf would "ooh and aah" as he looked at the quality of the clothes. Stroking his beard, he'd lift them up and place them to the light, testing their thickness. With a single nod, he'd return to the girl, speaking with a happy tone. Yeah you're definitely hired! All I need you to do daily is meet a quota of outfits made and you're good to go. With a smile on her face she'd stand, walking to the short dwarf and crouching slightly to shake his hand. She'd gotten the job and that's all she'd come here for.  It was a pleasure having this interview, sir. She'd speak as she shook the NPCs hand. He's smile and laugh a bit, giving his own response. Please, please, call me Simon! Charlotte would tilt her head again as she shook his hand before taking it back. Simon? This one has a name? Many of the NPCs didn't have names and she'd assumed this one wasn't really pivotal to plot and would have no name. Something about all of this was extremely strange, but she figured it was just her mind over thinking her situation. She was already stuck within this game, the last thing she needed was to worry herself to death over the little things like names of NPCs. Yes, of course. She'd say with a genuine tone before being dismissed. She'd been given a slew of materials to work with, allowing her to get her work done and get quite a bit of experience for working. She would stay in the shop for a while, at least until she was able to get her own which was her ultimate goal. She wanted to run her own shop and make money. Maybe eventually have a guild. With a smile on her face, she sat down at a counter, looking at the materials. Page One +Charlotte's Sewing and Alterations!+

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[Charlotte]

WORDS 1329 TAGS open NOTES Training Tailoring! At the table, she ran her fingers along the cloth which had been given to her by Simon. Touching the tip of the needle, she'd pick her finger, causing her to flinch. Although this was just a game, the pain was real and... What is this... Blood? I'm bleeding? She'd press her thumb to her index finger very lightly, feeling the blood stick between her fingers very weakly. Isn't this a game though...? She'd think, focusing very intently on the materials before her. Everything had been so strange. The NPCs felt so real, the materials felt so real and worst of all, she seemed to be able to bleed and feel the damage. She sat quietly for a second, simply taking in all of the information. With a light sigh, she'd tilt her head, letting the air escape from her mouth. This can't be real... She said aloud, as if trying to wake herself from a dream. This has to just be a dream! She'd rock back and forth in her chair childishly, her hair flopping back and forth as the feet of the chair rocked. One of the legs of the chair would give way, causing it to buckle and fall backwards. Uh-oh... She'd say as the world began to spin. The ground would rise to meet her back as she fell backwards, laid on the ground.  Laughing, she'd stand and look at the chair, patting her back lightly and bottom. I guess I should repair this... She'd think, picking up the pieces and looking at the screws and wood-work. This was a weird situation that she'd never encountered in the actual game. Normally, everything was handled through the interfaces, which allowed the user to make items, but in this case, there was no interface which allowed her to repair this chair. In fact, she didn't even think it was possible due to the logistics of the game. Rubbing her forehead, she'd take a screwdriver off of a nearby table, looking at it and looking at the broken chair pieces. Putting the screw back into the hole, she'd screw the chair back together, replacing what she'd only recently broken off. Huh... She'd say aloud as she thought. Wait... That didn't require the interface... I wonder... She'd rub her fingers together lightly, rubbing the dried blood off and taking the cloth which sat before her and a needle. She sat under a bright light, beginning to sew together pieces of leather and cloth. As she worked, she began to form the materials into a long strip of cloth with frills at the end. Could it be...? She said, looking at her work. As she finished, a bright light would show, followed with smoke. She'd look at the item before her, waiting for the light to fade away. It's true! She'd look at her creation, seeing her experiment work out perfectly. An NPC would walk over, taking a look at the item on the table. What is that? Where did you get it? It must've been an item drop from an NPC! He'd cause a commotion, looking at the item on the table. Charlotte would smile, taking the item and wrapping it snugly around her neck. She'd let it hang down in the front and back a bit, letting the blue match her hair. It was a fashion statement! I call it... A SCARF! She'd say, pointing her finger in no particular direction. The intensity of her voice was enough to reach the entire building, causing some of the others who were inside to stop their work, looking towards her. They all sat with a blank look, not exactly sure what to make of the new item. It was clear though, just because the interface did not hold the recipe, didn't mean she was unable to make it! Other NPCs would gather around  The idea hit her hard, causing her eyes to shine like diamonds! If this is true... Then... THEN...! Someone get me lots and lots of white fabric! She'd yell to the NPCs which scrambled to acquire her requests. Charlotte would take the materials and begin knitting the threads together quickly and carefully. Her forehead would begin to sweat which was carefully wiped by an NPC which stood watching. There she worked for several hours without stop. The others in the shop watched in awe as her hands moved deftly across the materials.  Several hours later she came upon the end of the job, putting the final stitches into the work. As the finished the job, the entire white mass would glow a bright white before darkening and falling apart into purple goo. Noooo! She'd exclaim, looking at the goo on the floor and walls. Touching it with her hands, she'd sigh, falling backwards in her chair again and laying on the floor. Her scarf floated over her face, causing her to sigh. Even though her idea didn't work out perfectly, she knew that it was entirely possible and that was enough to make her want to try again. Standing up and patting the dirt off of her once again. She'd turn to the NPC and clench her fist, speaking aloud. I'm trying again tomorrow! Her face shown a great bit of determination. This was something she'd normally never spend time doing in Elder-Tale. When this was a game, everything was done by the interface. She never had to learn to do anything because the jobs which were above her level were grayed out. Or in many cases, they required a recipe which she didn't own. She'd stand, turning from the chair.  Make sure you let us know when you're going to do something like that again Charlotte! We're all out of white materials now! She'd sigh and laugh a bit, scratching the back of her head. She hadn't even thought about what the NPCs thought about her actions. Wait a minute... These guys have opinions, too?! She'd think to herself, her face changing as she thought. This was entirely too weird. Turning and walking from the store, she'd close the door behind her, hearing a small bell ring. It was night time outside now, giving a cool air. Her goal for tomorrow was simple enough, she only needed to hit her quota, then she'd be able to do whatever she wanted to. She could experiment with the materials all day! Then another thought hit her, she didn't actually have a home. She'd need to return to the Inn as per usual. Now that she'd gotten a job, it would be easy to pay for her nights without having to kill monsters to acquire money. Killing monsters was entirely different when you're the one fighting. When looking at a computer screen, it was no where near as scary. Back when she was a Samurai, on the North American servers, she used to boast about how many monsters she could kill on her own. Now, she doubted she'd be able to kill anything, much less on her own. Ah... Those were good times... She'd think to herself, smiling and looking into the sky. I wonder if all of them are okay...? She'd think to herself, her face suddenly turning serious. She missed her friends very dearly and she wondered if they'd been transported into the North American version of this. Many had been calling it the apocalypse, but Charlotte didn't feel that name was correct. This was not the end of the world, but rather the start of a new one.  As she arrived at the Inn, she'd open the door, reaching into her pockets and feeling for the gold coins which sat beneath lint and dirt. Taking them out, she'd flip them on her fingers, walking to the clerk and handing them to him. He knew her well enough to know her name and what room she'd taken, so there was no conversation needed. She walked quietly to her room, closing the door and locking it behind her.  Page two +Charlotte's Sewing and Alterations!+

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[Charlotte]

WORDS 0832 TAGS Open NOTES Spent 3 Materials Another night passed with Charlotte finding very little comfort in her room. The beds were inadequate, nowhere near as comfortable as the beds she remembered back in her world. She wondered if there was anything she could do to remedy this, but passed off the thought as she stood, rubbing her face gently. The plumbing in this world was good enough for her to take a bath, which was a relief, but she didn't exactly have all of the amenities which were allotted to her in the real world. She didn't have the fancy faucets and plumbing to make the bath both comfortable and reliable and such it consisted of her sitting in soapy water and cleaning herself with the utmost care. It was her first real day on the job and as she left from her room, fully clothed and all, she wanted to arrive early. The idea of being early for her first day of work would cause her to grin widely. She wondered what type of tailoring she'd be asked to do today, fumbling with a small needle in her hand. Thinking back to the day before, she'd seen that her level was too low to create the dress she'd been thinking of making and the thought crossed her mind. What if a patron wants something I can't provide...? She thought, biting her lip with a sense of worry. She consoled herself though, remembering she was not the only worker in the shop and if she was unable to make someone, surely another worker would be more than capable of providing the service. She strolled through the streets, a calm demeanor as she opened the door to the shop. The other workers would wave to her, showing a warm greeting. Good morning everyone! She would reply, her face slightly red. She never was one who enjoyed being the center of attention, nor did she enjoy the idea of everyone looking at her. She walked casually to the other side of the room greeting the other people and as the old woman from yesterday came to her, she would speak to Charlotte with a condescending tone.  Well, well, well... Early for your first day. Well aren't you peachy Miss Charlotte! Charlotte would play off the tone, choosing the hear the words and not the tone behind them. Bowing her head once, she'd hold her hand down and low, her hair dropping in front of her.  Yes Ma'am. She'd respond, slightly embarrassed. As she rose back up, the woman would place a small piece of paper in her hand, saying very few words before walking off.  It's your first day, here's a small request from a patron. See if you can get it done and don't screw it up! Charlotte would stammer, thinking of what to say before finally giving up and looking at the paper.  Fledgeling Tactician's Attire... Huh... Attached was a description of what she patron wanted completed. Charlotte thought of the materials which were listed and tilted her head. Y'know... I bet I could make something a little better if I use the materials I bought myself. She'd smile, placing one finger to her bottom lip. Stepping quickly to a nearby table, she'd take a needle from her pocket along with thread and cloth. There she sat for hours, working intently on the task at hand. Rather than using the interface, she'd found quite a bit of interest in doing work the manual way. Something about it just felt better than going through interfaces. Plus, the item she was trying to make did not use the materials she was using if she used the interface.  As time went on, she put the final stitches into the work, finishing it entirely and hanging it on a mannequin. Yeah... That looks fine. She'd bite the tip of her thumb, sizing up the mannequin and the gear she'd adorned it with. With one hand on her hip, she'd tilt her head, looking it up and down for issues with stitching or threading. The slightest issue could cause her to redo the entire set. Oh! I know what it needs! She said aloud, tossing her arms up. She'd take the last bit of material she had, stitching it together rapidly. The threads pulled the cloth together forming a beautiful pitch-black color. Charlotte would stick her tongue out a bit, working intently and pulling everything together. With her last bit of thread, she'd stitch a golden lace around the edges, trimming it beautifully. Stepping back and looking, she'd look over the beautiful and intricate designs she'd formed all along the insides and back.  Feeling her job was complete, she took the cloak and clothing from the mannequin, folding them up and placing them on a counter to me mailed or handed to whoever they were for. She would write her name on the note which was given to her and place it atop the folded clothes, smiling and walking away from the counter.  Page three +charlottes Sewing and Alterations!+

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