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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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[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.

[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?

[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

[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.

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.]

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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.

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.]

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.

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.

[For about 1.6 seconds SecUnit stares across the little trailer of shop spaces, clearly weighing the pros and cons of the situation as it fidgets with the fastenings on the jacket.]

How long will it take you to fix it.

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.]

[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.~~]

I am used to it. I have been dealing with this for... well, for a very long time.

[Jack sounds weary when he says it.]

If I had known it was going to happen, I would have been somewhere safe, but I was behind the shields. The shields apparently do not affect my original curse.

[He shrugs a little, draws up a smile, and says,]

He did, though. He dragged me into a place that weakened me, and was able to keep me bound all night so I did not hurt anyone else. I am grateful to him.

[Jack considers the sleeve and its tattered state, then he guesses,]

An hour maybe. I might actually replace the whole sleeve up to the elbow. That will be quicker than trying to stitch the pieces back together and put little patches between them.

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.

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?

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.

[Funnily enough, Jack not stating his age outright does draw more than just curiosity from V - but that's not what they'd come here to ask about, anyhow.]

So what you're dealing with is twofold - not simply because of whatever brought us here.

[They're just stating the obvious aloud, but better to make it clear that they're understanding him.]

... I am glad to hear it. That you both made it through, I mean.

And I'd have to take it off for you to put the sleeve back on.

[This sucks. But an hour... That's enough for an episode or two. It could be worse. Jack is not the worst human. And it's got Sanctuary Moon.

It starts by taking off the helmet, setting it down on the nearby table much more in its own arm's reach than Jack, then pulls off the jacket over its head. It's wearing a simple t-shirt under the jacket, a navy blue. No logos (the navy blue counts, as far as Perihelion is concerned).

More importantly, its arms being more visible makes it much more obvious what SecUnit might actually mean. It's not that there's no skin and flesh - it's there on its hands, its arms. But so are the seams for the gun ports, metal running into its joints and augmenting parts of its musculature in a way that blends them seamlessly. The mechanical parts aren't just something that got grafted on.

But SecUnit is trying not to think about its arms being on display, mostly by promptly shoving the jacket in Jack's direction.]

[That's about the bulk of it: Jack's got his original transformation, and now whatever new shit this broken moon is throwing at him. Hopefully that will be helpful to someone.]

I am, too. Now we are fast friends.

[Who share a bed with a demon-man. His life is so weird now. He shakes his head a bit, closing the shop door behind him.]

Enough about me. What did you wish to talk about?

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