October 12, 2009 – 9:00 am
Part two of the insanity, written with Yva. You can read part 1 here.
Friday morning, just before 9, and not entirely sure what she was doing or why she was even there in the first place, Aelflaed Larsdottir, Crusader of the Argent Dawn, stood in front of a noble house of Stormwind and was, with great politeness, shown in.
Escorted by an older man who pretended not to notice her accent, she found herself once again in what she could only assume was Rain’s room, for the moment unsupervised.
The huge array of dresses was gone, leaving only the purple and cream silk gown Rain had “selected” for her the previous evening, with it’s gold embroidery. Her new lavender “slippers” were there as well.
Laigh’ – I’m apt t’ look like a pig inna dress…
On the table, instead of finery, there was, well, more finery. This time in raw form. Silk, lace, some heavy canvas, pieces of thin boning, and some soft cotton batting. And three measuring tapes. In a small box, Aely found an assortment of thin stockings and some other items she was entirely unsure of.
A tray rattled in the hallway and she dropped the box back on a neighboring chair in time to see Rain’s serving woman – Esme? – pushing a cart full of breakfast and followed by a plump, pleasant looking woman with yet another measuring tape draped around her neck. The latter stopped to eye her up and down, tutting quietly as she circled, every once in a while making a “harrumph” noise.
Then the poking began. Plump fingers began worming their way into places they shouldn’t have been worming.
“Oh look at you,” the woman said. “Beautiful skin. I bet you have LOVELY breasts. Take your clothes off, dear? I need to get a look at you. And look at these LEGS. They go for miles.”
“I . . . oi! ‘at hurts.”
“Let her have breakfast first, Lucia. Honestly,” Esme said beneath her voice. “And do keep it down? Her ladyship is about today. Rain’s trying to keep her busy in the library.”
“Aye, aye. A biscuit, but she can eat that WHILE she stands on the pedestal. Not that I think she’ll need to. You must be six feet, girl. What’s your name, again?”
How’sit ‘at twa wee biddies c’n be so intimidatin’?
“Well Aely, northern lass, aye?”
Aely nodded as Esme stuffed a blueberry biscuit into her hand. Lucia walked around her and started unlacing her shirt, chattering all the while, like undressing a stranger was the most normal thing in the world. For a seamstress, it likely was, but Aely still found it odd. During the idle banter, Lucia kept commenting on Lordaeron noblewomen she’d outfitted, namedropping northern blood like it would mean something to the paladin, and Aely nodded enthusiastically, eating the biscuit slowly so she didn’t actually have to talk. That didn’t seem to phase anyone, though, as they just kept stripping until she was standing around in the plain cotton unders she’d put on that morning.
“Oh my light, you need this,” Lucia said, hooking her finger beneath the fabric. “Is that COTTON? Lovely in the summer, but it’s near fall and . . . oh you are getting the works, young lady. TAKE THOSE WOOL SOCKS OFF RIGHT NOW.” Lucia jabbed a finger into her face, her expression a study in matronly fury. “I will not . . . you . . . you’re a paladin, yes?”
“Well you’re not in armor now and you . . . you’re a girl, damn it. Wool socks are for boys. Young boys at that!”
“I ken! Bu’ they’re /warm/.”
“Mmm. I’m sure you ‘ken’. Horrible . . . oh your poor feet.” Lucia was tugging the second sock off now, tutting and grunting as she stooped. Sometimes Aely thought the noises were concerned ones. The rest of the time, though, she was pretty it was maniacal rage.
“Emma’s going to have a day with you. I hope Rain booked for at least three hours. They’re going to need bloody saws.”
“Four, actually.” Esme said, folding Aely’s clothes and putting them onto the table. “Four for the tall miss, one for herself.”
“Good. She’s got a brain, for all that you wouldn’t know it. Up! Up on the pedestal with you!” She ushered Aely over to the step-up near the windows, facing her towards the drapes, her hands settling on her hips. The tape measure started whipping about with purpose. Esme shoved another biscuit into Aely’s hand and insisted she eat, patting her on the back as she passed by.
“You’re welcome, dear,” Lucia said, not realizing the comment wasn’t directed at her. Esme didn’t seem to mind, though, instead smiling shyly into her shoulder and winking. Aely winked back and bit into the second biscuit – something fruity and buttery and far too sweet to be good for her.
“Now we need good posture or I’ll get you with my pins. Oh! Yes, just like that. The military taught you something that would . . . suck your tummy in. That’s a good girl. A nice narrow waist, there. I think I can peel it down to . . . twenty four inches? With good boning maybe twenty three. I’d recommend against long period’s of sitting though. Faint headed and what have you. Arms up!”
Aely did as she was told, still using her breakfast as an excuse to not voice her concerns over losing five inches off of her waistline. She was fairly sure the complaints would be ignored anyway.
“Oh, this is going to take quite a bit of silk and . . . stockings. You need stockings. And we’ll need something that won’t interupt the lines of the silk gown. Something with a t-back to it.”
“A t-back?” Aely said thruogh a mouthful of food before she could really think better of it.
“Yes. It’s like a string? More comfortable than it looks, dear. Turn to the left please.”
“Air y’talkin’ a thong?!” Aely shuffled leftish, stopping halfway to gape at the seamstress.
“I think that’s what the kids are calling it today, yes.”
“Oi. Y’r shittin’ meh.”
Lucia’s glower beneath her dark eyebrows was less than friendly.
“Oh no, no I’m not. And you will wear it young lady. Oh yes, you will.”
October 9, 2009 – 9:53 am
Don’t blame me for this one… this is all Yva‘s fault. And yes, there will probably be a bit more to this story. If nothing else, this is a study in putting your character in a situation WAY outside their comfort zone. Also, for what it’s worth, when I say “smallclothes” I mean something like a sports bra and a pair of capri-length sweatpants.
Aelflaed stood in front of the small mirror in her apartment, peering at the woman in her smallclothes that peered back. An unusual occurrence, to be sure, given that most days she barely glanced at it to make sure that she’d gotten all her hair in her braid, that her shirt wasn’t on backwards, and that she wasn’t wearing any of her breakfast.
Carefully untying the leather cord that held her hair, she slowly unwound her braid, using her fingers to work out the largest of the snarls.
“Make sure you wash your hair the day before. We’ll get them to weave some matching ribbons in it – OOH or you could leave it down and we’ll get it curled. It’ll look so nice! Oh and make sure your hands are ok. We’ll get your nails and feet done, and it’ll be great!”
Rain Boleyn’s voice echoed in her head.
She looked at her hands. They were clean, and her nails were short – mostly in good shape, but the one purple one looked somewhat unfortunate. Well, th’ Zombie made owt worse frae tha’ affair… She had callouses, of course, but nothing too terrible looking. Her feet, on the other hand, were kind of a mess. Cracked toenails, callouses from her heavy boots, and one fading greenish-purple bruise from where someone had set a gurney on it.
She pulled on a pair of fuzzy wool socks.
“Oh are you free tomorrow morning after breakfast? Around nine say? We’ll need to get you properly fitted for a corset and some garters. Oh and you’ll need stockings, you can’t possibly wear those socks with the slippers. And do you have a pair of sandals? You’ll need those by Tuesday too, some soft ones, for after they do your feet. Otherwise you’ll smudge the lacquer. I’ll have Esme call Lucia about that fitting tomorrow. Normally I’d just have you go to the Finest Thread, but a personal fitting is important for these kinds of things, and Delion’s been super busy lately.”
Nail lacquer? And a lingerie fitting? A CORSET? Aely looked down at herself, trying to imagine wearing such a piece of equipment. Wearing specially made lingerie was foreign enough – but to do so just to “play dress up”? And nail lacquer just sounded ridiculous.
Next Tuesday would definitely be interesting.
… Oi, lass, ye’ve y’rself in a heap ay mess. Guess y’r goin’ t’ pub night like’at.
October 7, 2009 – 8:56 am
After yesterday’s Srs Bsns post, I thought I’d open things up a little bit today.
Sometimes it’s good to keep a “short update” list for your characters, both so that you have a good mental idea of where they are and so that if someone else asks (having been away or not RPing with that particular character lately) you have a short, sweet, and to the point update as to how they’re doing and what they’re up to. As someone with a slew of various characters and independent personalities, I try to do this once every week or so. It helps me keep tabs on them all, and know where to start if I randomly end up with some RP. Having a list like this is also a good way to stay mindful about your characters when they’re doing “non RP” things (like leveling).
So anyway – I’ll give you guys updates on the four lovely ladies you’re used to seeing around here. (And don’t tell Angoleth I called her that, ok?) Then it’s your turn! Give me a paragraph (not a novel – this should be something you could use for a /quick/ rundown or update) on your characters and what they’re up to!
- Aelflaed is working. A lot. If she’s not at the Pig or out with TRI, she’s in an infirmary somewhere, most likely in Icecrown, but she’s been spending her days off tending to scraped knees and sore throats in the Stormwind Infirmary as well. She’s started keeping some medical diaries, mostly because she’s learning quite a lot about the more mundane sides of healing, as well as spending a few late nights in her herb books. When she /is/ at the Pig, she’s making more of an attempt to look like a person and not like The Shiny Crusade Paladin. She’s also back to living in the walk-down apartment underneath the Silver Shield, having done a thorough fall cleaning of the place on her last day of “encouraged sabbatical”. Oh, and her trips out to the Shimmering Flats have slowed down some. This may be because she’s discovered that Miller’s Bakery makes a sweet honey-raisin braided bread.
- Angoleth, on the other hand, is being a lazy arse. She’s been wandering around in Northrend, just doing this or that, nothing with real purpose. Russ is getting grumbly though, and she’s looking for a time she can catch Bellesta and Feliche to get him a proper Bear Sendoff. She’s been in good enough spirits, so long as she doesn’t go back to the Pig and Whistle… mostly because the last two times she’s been there, she got thrown out. Or rather Russ did. But that’s the same thing in her book!
- Annie Mae is Officially Tired Of Ogres. She fought ogres in Tanaris. And then she fought ogres in Ferelas. And then in Burning Steppes. And now? They’re all over Outland too. For someone who’s only 3’5”, ogres are kind of annoying. They also smell. She’s having fun though, as she’s currently experimenting with a pair of really spiky brass knuckles. They’ve proven surprisingly effective…
- Things for Anzefi are rather business as usual. She’s got a small shop set up in Thunder Bluff, from which she sells potions, enchantments, and amulets, as well as fortune telling services. Business has been a little slow, which she expected for being new, but she’s happy enough in her little tent-shop. It’s also close enough to Senjin Village that she can hop back to get anything she needs, as well as take a trip to the ocean there to have a chat with her favorite Water Spirits.
So where are your characters right now? What have they been up to, and how is life going for them?