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[wereperrito]

Hello? Hello! This is Jack.

Um, I am in one of the back trailers in the second convoy. And I have found sewing supplies and more fabric, and I thought, well, some of us have been going through, erm, changes. These can be hard on our clothing or make wearing certain clothing difficult.

I am not the best tailor in the world, I cannot make a patch or mended tear invisible or create clothing from scratch, but I know how to mend very well if you do not need it to be invisible. Also I can probably take your old clothes and alter them to fit you better.

I will be down here all evening if you would like to stop by. I will try to be here most evenings after dinner but before bed in case anyone needs help fixing your clothes. Okay? Okay.

[And with that slightly distracted-sounding final note, as the sound of fabric rustling around marks him getting back to work, he signs off.

He will indeed be down in the shops section of the convoy all evening, working diligently to patch, mend, repair, and alter clothing for anyone who comes by. If no one comes by, he's working on his own clothes or trying to work out how to make a pattern so he can learn how to make clothes from scratch, preferably with as little wasted material on mistakes as possible. He has no idea if he will ever find more, after all.]

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[Text] Some hours after the post...

[constantvrunning]

[It's been only a few days at most since the moon warp, and V has been one of those who had turned scarce in the aftermath - but they still watch the Network.]

How have you been, Jack?

[A few moments later, another text:[

May I come over to talk? Not while you're busy, of course.

[Text]

[wereperrito]

[The post was already in the evening, so he's about ready to pack up when the text comes through. Still, John and Serph can wait a little bit for him, if V needs to talk. So he texts back:]

I am doing ok :)

and of course you can come by to talk. there is no one else here right now

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[constantvrunning]

Thank you. ETA 3 mins

[V could be faster, but that was bad manners.

They'll even knock when they get to Jack's shop area... whether there's a proper closed door or not.

As one might expect, they look anxious.]

[wereperrito]

[Three minutes is very fast, as far as Jack is concerned. He assumes V must have been close by, or else is much faster than most regular humans. At least he doesn't have to wait long.

He greets them with a smile. The door is, in fact, open, and Jack is loitering beside it.]

Hello! Everything all right?

[constantvrunning]

[V doesn't fidget much, though their right hand twitches, aborting an attempt to reach for their sigil.]

"I'm glad to see you are alright. The moon warp... it was rough."

[Both for them in particular, and for a lot of other people.]

[wereperrito]

It was.

[Jack nods at that, a bit more soberly. He pulls in a breath, bracing himself a little for the confession, then says,]

I had a form like yours even before I came here. Only with less of my mind. The moon warp activated it. I turned on one of my friends, when it happened.

[He's trying to be more open about his werewolf nature, now. They're all changing. Perhaps if more people know, he'll be able to help them, he thinks.]

[constantvrunning]

[It's not fear V feels, but concern - which, almost paradoxically, helps quell their anxiety for the time being.]

Being- being turned against oneself like that - having your mind lost to it, I mean - that's what makes it hurt the most, I think.

[More quietly, they add:] I'm sorry you hurt your friend. Did they- stay by your side, during the Moon Warp?

[They're pretty sure the same thing happened to them. They need to talk to Serph, it's just... the doing of it, that's the sticking point.]

[Voice]

[serialmurderbot]

[The lack of fabric recyclers is starting to get to SecUnit - it's been shoving the tattered remnants of its sleeve out of the way or trying to fold them up out of the way, but it's a very temporary solution.

(Someone from Preservation would probably know how to do this, it's in the name of their colony. SecUnit hasn't bothered. It's too used to its clothes being too riddled with bullet holes and bloodstains to be salvageable.)

In the meantime - no preamble, no identification.]

Can you fix a sleeve?

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[wereperrito]

[At least Jack recognizes the voice, and is frankly not surprised at not having a greeting included, coming from that one.]

Oh, yes, of course. It may not be with fabric in the exact same color as the original, if it needs patching, but I can make it so it at least is whole.

[serialmurderbot]

It... might.

[The tears weren't actually intentional, but Jack can probably guess that. It grimaces, where Jack can't see, and adds,]

Fine.

[That's all the warning Jack gets that it's leaving the radio and making its way towards the Convoy - the parts that it hasn't explored, seeing as that's where the dining hall and the bar and everything is. It's still wearing the bike helmet when it ducks inside.]

[wereperrito]

[There isn't much to the shop: a counter, a couple tables and shelves, the door. Jack is at one of the tables with a needle and thread and a pile of different fabrics, working on a pair of trousers he's modifying to more comfortable fit all his tails.

He looks up when the door opens, and offers SecUnit a smile, immediately putting his current project aside.]

Hello! Are you wearing the-- oh I see, yes you are.

[Yeah that's a pretty torn up sleeve, all right.]

[serialmurderbot]

[It sure is - at the moment the sleeve is a collection of tatters, ones that it hasn't folled up out of the way.

It's still wearing the jacket though, because - well, it doesn't exactly have a change of clothes to swap to instead. It shifts slightly, looking immediately more awkward. Without a purpose like scavenging to distract it, SecUnit seems to be struggling with what to do with its body while talking.]

How do you need to -

[It hoists the arm with the torn sleeve.]

[wereperrito]

Um. Well. It would be easiest if you could take your shirt off, but if you are uncomfortable with that--

[Because he has a feeling SecUnit is probably not comfortable with that.]

--I could take the sleeve off at the shoulder, at the seam. I will need to measure your arm to make sure I do not make the replacement too long or short.

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[faceguy]

Soooo… I know you said you can’t make clothes from scratch… But what if I came here without clothes?

And finding stuff that fits is kinda hard.

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[wereperrito]

Oh dear. Well, I am working on trying to make them from scratch, so you could be a test subject, I suppose.

But also! If you bring me something you have but that does not fit, I could probably make it fit.

[faceguy]

I don’t mind being a test subject.

[It’s funny because he started life as a lab experiment.]

But alright. I’ll keep an eye out for clothes… It’s prooobably not a problem now, but… it might be if it gets really cold.

[Actually, his monster traits will probably make that a non-issue eventually, but he doesn’t know that.]

[wereperrito]

Why don't you come down so that I can take some measurements? Maybe I can work on something while you look for something we can alter.

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[faceguy]

Alright. Be there later, then!

[And about half an hour later, he shows up at the back trailers of the second convoy, poking his head in after asking around.]

Are you Jack?

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[wereperrito]

Jack is sitting at a table in one of the otherwise-empty shops in the middle of the trailer, a pile of fabric and some tracing paper laid out in front of him, as well as a round pincushion full of needles and pins. He looks up at the sound of someone coming down the narrow hall towards him.

"Yes? Yes, it's me, back here," he calls without getting up. The door to his little shop is propped open, so his voice carries.

The shop itself is small, with a bunch of empty shelves and a counter, and the aforementioned table. Not much to work with, but Jack isn't intending to sell things, so he doesn't need a lot of display area.

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[undyingcrow]

Frankly, I may have to take you up on that.

[Though, the question is when.]

During my transformation, a set of large wings burst from my back. There are still holes left behind, even though the wings have since vanished. Frankly, I'm at a crossroads between mending them or embracing their probable return and simply having the holes made more presentable.

[wereperrito]

Oh dear. Yes, I have a friend like that, only his wings haven't gone away at all. So I have been thinking about what one can wear with wings.

[undyingcrow]

Was it Serph-san, perchance?

[Perhaps it's presumptuous, but considering the sheer number of wings, it's an easy enough guess.]

I'm fortunate that I only sprouted two wings. Six would make any clothing a nightmare to contend with.

[wereperrito]

Yes, its Serph!

[Also, he's taking note that Akechi is Japanese. He probably should have guessed from the name, but that's a very Japanese suffix, there.]

I have been thinking of some kind of wrap for him, or a halter top sort of thing that clasps behind his neck and has an open back. I am sure I could work out something for you as well. Though if you only have two, and they come out in the same place each time, merely having special slits may be enough.

[He sounds thoughtful, like he's working it through in his head as he speaks.]

[undyingcrow]

Slits do seem like a reasonable compromise. My blazer already has holes in the approximate size and place, so it's really more of a matter of tidying them up and modifying other apparel to match.

[Which, by the sound of it, Jack already has experience to manage.]

What's more frustrating is footwear.

[He should probably explain.]

During that "Moon Warp," the structure of my feet changed to be digitigrade, like that of a tiger's hind paws. Pads might not necessitate shoes, and complete covering might hinder claws, but it's the principle of things.

[In other words, he's not looking forward to going around barefoot.]

[wereperrito]

Oh dear. Hmm. I suppose sandals would be best for that. Something that bends that you could tie in different configurations. I could... maybe make sandals. I have never tried before but it cannot be as hard as a full shoe.