Strange Mood

Gwen has been left alone in her mother's care. Normally this would not be an issue for the average person. However for Gwen in the mood and with Morri? Well now the next person would come to find Gwen in an outfit more befitting Beach ep in an Anime or something on the cover of the old Heavy Metal Magazine. To Morri's dismay Gwen doesn't really notice or seem to care as she works away on her quest for Jeans. It might do to have someone else check up on her in the back room of the shop...

Yeowang comes in to the chainmail bikini +1 and looks around warily, as if not sure what to expect. What she does not expect is someone tinkering on a loom, as it seems, in a bikini herself. She looks around, but spies no hidden cameras, of course, but still somehow feels like she's being pranked. But she's a bit too focused, herself, to let it sway her. Much.

"Good afternoon," she calls out firmly, since there seems to be no bell to ping. Hopefully that will draw the attention of the Sylph. She takes a thoughtful look around the store in the meantime, this time taking in the wares, and glancing thoughtfully at a few pieces.

Gwen is looking a bit scruffy, she might need to use the menu clean she's muttering about denim from the sounds of it. She looks up after a long moment, confused "Oh Yeowang? What is it? Wait what day is it?" She looks confused as if snapping out of something for a moment.

Yeowang is a bit surprised that if someone's dressing Gwen, she's not cleaning her also, but then again, maybe Morri's taken a few days vacation, knowing Gwen won't notice, and dressed and washed her several days ago. Would Gwen notice? Yeowang notices, when she steps closer, then steps back. Can you menu-wash someone else? Yeowang, never good with the interface herself, will attempt to find out. As to what day it is, she simply replies, "Monday," as if no more need be said. "I am pleased to find you working, my usual tailor has taken refuge in the tower." To look at her, she probably does retain a tailor. The clothes fit too well to be off-the-shelf. And while they are clean and well-made, they've seen the hard life of an adventurer.

It could be Morri has been out getting supplies or who knows. Either way Gwen pause and says "Really? It can't be..." She shake he head a little bit. "So you said you needed a tailor rioght? What do you need done...I am busy but..." She trails off seeing someone who might need her skills. She'll get up now stretching a bit.

Yeowang by now recognizes the symptoms of a strange mood, but she's not entirely sure how to deal with it. But she'll make a command decision not to get any work done on her current clothes. Who knows what will happen? But there's other requirements she has. "I'm looking for a formal gown for lander courts," she explains quickly. "Something suitable for Eastal, if it makes a difference."

Gwen seems to be pulled out of her mood somewhat at an interesting job like this. "Formal gown I think I could do that." She nods thinking a bit more hand on her hip. "Any other requests or would I be free to do as I please? Save for what you have told me you want so far..."

Yeowang eyes Gwen in a bikini and reiterates, "One appropriate for court. This will /not/ be for night clubbing." Not that there are night clubs here. But she knows the sort of dresses one wears to night clubs, and does not want any confusion. But she knows enough to let a tailor do as they please, generally. "If you can make it so I can do martial arts in, that's a bonus," she mentions. Not that she plans on fighting in a court gown, but stuff happens.

Gwen pauses for a moment nod looks down at this. "Wait why am I in this...?" She looks confused for a moment. She then goes back to making notes. "So freedom of movement or at least being able to be tied up in such a way you could fight if needed?"

"Yes, I was wondering why you were in that also, but I don't judge." But Yeowang blinks, "Tied up?" she wonders, confused. "Freedom of movement is a stretch goal," she insists. "One suitable for court is the main objective. I'm assuming you will need to take measurements?" She's familiar with the higher level of tailor, but she's not used to talking them through it.

Gwen looks embrased now. "I think I need to yesh go clean just a moment." Gwen almost vanishes in a dust cloud. Yeowang can hear her heading upstairs. She'll return a little while later with a simple sundress on and she'll make for the tape measure. She'll gesture to Yeowang to follow her so she can take her measurements.

Yeowang looks relieved as Gwen seems to snap out of whatever daze she'd been in, and will wait patiently while she takes care of herself, looking relieved as she returns dressed normally. She knows how measurements go, it seems, and will follow off to wherever Gwen will take her to get measured. This, she knows how it's supposed to go, it seems.

Gwen works to take all the meaurements in quick and professional fashion. "I understand wanting something you can put on without the menu, right? Though for me I kind of have to..." She taps one of her wings for a moment. "Still it's funny I don't even think about these much anymore if they vanihed? I don't think I'd feel right. However there may be a bit of a delay I really have to finish my project first..."

Yeowang nods gravely. "My need is not urgent," she admits. She's planning for the future. She's that sort of person. As for the menu, she says, "I don't use it often, if I can help it. It's unnecessarily complicated, though ... I can't imagine how you'd put on clothes with the wings, yeah, so for you, I guess the menu is your best option. Though I expect they affect your balance, so if they went away, it'd be complicated."

Gwen says "Or shiruba with her tail." She grins at this as she'll get to work. "I'll contact you when I'm done I think I should... eat too."

Yeowang bows her head, replies, "Thank you," and that completed, she'll head out.