Closed phone call: Ilsa, Egon, Nall, Luka (if she's interested)

[velesdonnersen]

Ilsa told me about this "Halloween" thing, and I'm just... I mean... it's awesome! [He's all giddy, in need of some fun.]  I was thinking we could get together, plan out costumes, and I could design.  But I need some help -- there are supposed to be devices for sewing, and there must be sources for fabrics and makeup, and I'll need some shop assistants, if we're going to really put on a show.

So -- I've cleared out space in the garage, and we can work there and set up a shop.  Come on over!  Bring food: all I've got is Mayfield standard, here....

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[Worried.]

You don't like that one? Hang on, hang on, I had this one...

[Hands her a mermaid drawing -- not in the blues and greens so often used for campy mermaid outfits, but in coppers and golds and strange, golden-green-sage tones, like a half-wild koi. Rather than a true tail, he's designed a froth of pleats that spread out from the close-cut "body." The main outfit appears to be bias cut, to cling.]

I was thinking a sheer two-toned chiffon, with a dappled bleach pattern, all over a watered copper satin, with starched georgette for the fins, solid enough to hold hard pleats.

Or... here's another, simpler: you can be a tigress. I worked out a way to make the stripes seem to ripple as you walk...

[He's handing her more drawings, and more, caught between concern she doesn't like this, and excitement at his own ideas...]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Catching his worry, she giggles nervously. ] It's just a surprise to see all this... and the way you see me... still not quite used to how artists react....

[ His excitement is contagious. ]

I still don't know what we'll be doing, other than handing out candy to the neighborhood kids.

[ She looks concerned a moment. ]

... 'bibi, can I ask for one design feature? No major change, but... which of these has the greatest ease of movement?

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[Relaxes, and thinks...]

It's not very inventive, but....

[Pulls out a sheet with a tiger costume: Laura Petri capris and sweater, but worked in oranges and creams and black stripes, and a bold, patterned helmet/mask that feels slightly kabuki.]

It's knit--rather revealing. But you can do anything you like in it, if you don't mind the cling.

[ooeeooahah]

It covers more than most club-wear from home, and looks better, besides.

[ She looks at it with the eye to combat. ]

This would work very well, I think... no obvious preparation... if it comes to a fight, I think this will work.

[ Her eye is drawn to the mermaid gown. ]

But... if we have an event for fancy dress...?

[ She raises her eyebrow with a smile, fingering the edge of the drawing. ]

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[Relieved.]

Ok. I'll have to get to work designing the knitting machine I want for the costume: I have some ideas about double-level knits and transparencies that can be customized. The headpiece I can begin on right away. I'll be adding some armor under the surface, and I'll try to build at least some hidden protection into the rest of the costume. What you're looking for won't hide much, but it's smart to include something. Guard the bones and vital organs.

As for the dress...

[Seems almost to purr....]

I have all sorts of ideas. But if you like that one, we can start there....

[ooeeooahah]

All right then... what about you? Is this going to leave you enough time for your costume?

[ Not going to leave him out of the fun, after all. ]

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[It dawns on him he hasn't planned even one for himself. He'd planned for Ilsa, and for some of his other Mayfield friends, if they were interested. But not for himself.]

[Covers the poleaxed feeling by flirting...]

Hmmmm. What would you like? Another tiger, to keep you company? A lion? A pirate?

[He actually does wonder what she would like. He's been so caught in Mayfield, between who he was, and who Mayfield forces him to be... what roles might he play, to amuse her? To amuse himself?]

[For a brief second images himself as a wild highwayman, in a caped coat, hair loose in the wind. Tries not to giggle at the Fabio image...]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She gets that jolt of surprise from him and figures he hadn't thought of something for himself. ]

Hmm... lions and tigers and bears? No, bears belong on the highway, by the reports I have. Tell me...

[ She leans in close, murmuring in his ear. ]

Is there something you want to be? Something... wild?

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[Oh, that one caught. The phrasing reminds him of what EVERY up and coming Madboy at least dreams of a little: The One True Gentleman Adventurer. In Tarvek's mind it is a blend of movie images supplied by Mayfield: Three parts Indiana Jones, a healthy dose of Sean Connery in a greatcoat, and, from his own world, a bittersweet memory of Klaus Wulfenbach in his prime, striding down the corridors of Castle Wulfenbach....]

[The look needs a really GREAT greatcoat. And a death ray, yes. And a hat... and...]

[His eyes start to lose focus, as design cuts in. He forces himself back.]

Um. Maaaaaybe. You want to be careful though, liebchen. It's just the sort of man who might go on a tiger hunt.

[ooeeooahah]

Rrrrrealllllly?

[ No, that wasn't a purr at all. ]

[ Yes, it was. ]

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Rrrreeeeeaally.

[He's normally a baritone, and one whose voice is still descending. Right now it descends, and he rumbles like a suggestive bass note on an organ. It's a purr in its own right.]

[He isn't as new at this as he used to be...]