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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 26, 2012 21:28:13 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 2, Day 1. Open.Petunia has found the most amazing dress to go dancing in. At a thrift store, even, and it just needs some loving- and some alterations. Which means spending more money, but... But, oh, she wants Muzzle to see her in it. She pushes open the door to "Susannah's Parlor", dress slung over her shoulder. "Hello?"
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Feb 27, 2012 19:54:48 GMT -5
The bell on the door jingles and Susannah sweeps into the front of the store, looking every bit the part of eccentric shopkeeper as ever. Her hair is swept up into its usual unruly bun, and today she wears a pair of black tights with multi-coloured polka dots and a tunic of incredibly light and airy looking silk, silvery-white with almost a bluish tinge. Lacey white gloves and a pair of cartoony shark earrings finish off the ensemble.
"Good day to you!" Susannah greets, beaming at her customer and gesturing at the fish shaped bowl on the counter. "How may I help you, would you like a cookie?"
The flavour of the day is mint chocolate chip.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 29, 2012 12:37:00 GMT -5
"I would!" Petunia will get one as soon as she is no longer holding a dress.
She slings the dress around to hold it in front of herself. Her fingertips skim the skirt, and a small smile appears as she looks down at it. "It doesn't fit," she says shyly. "And I really want to dance in it."
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 1, 2012 18:44:18 GMT -5
"Oh! What a pretty thing!" Susannah says, clapping her hands together. "We'll just have to make it fit then, won't we?"
Holding out her hands towards the dress, she asks, "May I?"
She wants to give the lovely little dress a look over before she sweeps her customer off to her work room to measure her.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 3, 2012 15:02:21 GMT -5
Petunia holds out the dress to Susannah and allows her to take it. Then she grabs that cookie she was offered. Nom!
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 3, 2012 16:32:13 GMT -5
Susannah happily looks over the dress, waving for Petunia to follow her into the back of the shop. The work worm is full of various fabrics, threads, scissors, needles, sewing machines and other assorted tailoring paraphernalia. One of the back corners is cordoned off with thick curtains as a change room.
"Yes, yes, it should be no trouble at! I'm Susannah, by the way, though you probably read that on the sign outside-" She pauses to titter. "-It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss-?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 4, 2012 23:12:55 GMT -5
"Petunia Dahlia." She looks around with obvious fascination at the work room. The sewing machines in particular draw her attention. She pets one fondly, the oldest and most battered of them. There're words in her head, but they don't make sense so she doesn't speak them.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 5, 2012 16:17:14 GMT -5
"Oh, what a pretty name!" Susannah says, offering the dress back to Petunia. "I do so like flowers. If you wouldn't mind slipping into this please?" She gestures at the changing 'room'.
Then she will fetch her pins and get to work figuring out what alterations need to be made!
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 7, 2012 19:55:58 GMT -5
Petunia ducks into the changing room, shucks her clothes, and puts on the dress. She comes back out barefoot, her fingers idly wrapping themselves in the fabric of the skirt.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 10, 2012 11:34:40 GMT -5
"Ah, lovely! And it will look even prettier when fitted properly!" Susannah moves in, pulling and pinning carefully. It would be terribly embarrassing to accidentally prick her customer with a pin! "Pardon my hands, dear."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 19:49:56 GMT -5
Petunia stands patiently as Susannah shapes the dress. There are odd little pricks of sensation now and then, sharp and- And she doesn't like them. She doesn't even know what she's feeling or what Susannah is doing to make her feel it, but she doesn't like it.
She hisses at the next one, fingers curling into a fist.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 11, 2012 20:35:55 GMT -5
Susannah gasps as if someone had just stuck her with a pin when Petunia hisses and clenches.
"Oh no, oh dear! Did I get you with pin? Oh dear, I'm so very sorry, I'm just not very used to working on people yet, and mannequins don't tend to mind if you accidentally poke them and- oh dear, oh dear."
Susannah sniffles slightly, staring accusingly at her rather large, gloved hands. Why must they betray her when she tries to do something properly ladylike that she really likes? They never gave her such a fuss when she was practicing archery as a girl!
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 21:29:39 GMT -5
"Is that what you were doing?" Petunia opens her hand. "It felt... I don't know. I've never felt that kind of thing before."
She frowns and corrects herself. "No, I did. At the hospital. But that was worse."
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 12, 2012 19:38:44 GMT -5
Startled, Susannah wipes a bit of mist from her eyes and tilts her head at her customer.
"It hurt, I'm sure?" she says, sounding uncertain. "For which I'm so terribly sorry, should I give you a discount? Or maybe do the alterations for free? Oh poo."
This business of running a business is tough! And she'd been doing so well lately she thought.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 12, 2012 19:48:53 GMT -5
"No, I can pay for it," Petunia says, but her expression is strange as she reaches for one of Susannah's pins. She picks it up and looks it over, watching the point glint in the light.
Then she stabs it into her finger.
A strangled sound of pain escapes her mouth. Blood wells from her skin as she draws the pin out, and she stares.
"Was that pain?"
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