[Video+Action, post moon-warp]

[wereperrito]

Hello all!

This is Jack, from my little nook in the convoy where I make and repair clothes.

[He smiles at the camera, showing off the fluffy little fox ears he is now sporting instead of regular ears, and the white streaks in his blue-gray hair, then turns his radio device around to show the little shop. It is, frankly, less like a shop and more like a workspace, with fabric in cabinets on the walls and a pair of tables and some chairs, with more fabric strewn across them, some in good condition and some in less-good condition.]

I just wanted all of our new people to know that if the moon warp ruined your clothes, I can probably help. I have mostly figured out trousers, I think, and I am still working on proper shirts, though I can make, um, cloaks and drapes and things.

[He sets the camera down on one of the tables, and sits down to face it.]

I did want to, er, also tell everyone something else. I know we are all... changing. Into something we might call monsters, some of us. I just wanted to say I was a monster before I came here. Not a-- not a bad person, no, not a cruel person, but a werewolf. I turn into a beast once a month on the full moon, like moon warps here.

So. So I just wanted everyone to know, I have done this before. This changing, this becoming something else for a time. I don't know if it will help anyone, but if it can-- I wanted everyone to know.

[He has "come out" piecemeal to various people, here and there, and it's gone well. But now he's doing it to everyone, to people he's never talked to. It's a little scary, but he's doing it.

And now that he's done it, he hesitates, then fumbles for the radio to turn it off without further comment.

He will be available in his shop most evenings, for people to come by to get clothing repaired or measured for, or for people to ask questions, and of course he's around the convoy or in his van during the day when they're on the move.]

Comments

[wereperrito]

Mmm, well, I will not be able to make you look like a show pony, at least. I can make you a shirt that will not be embarrassing to wear, but it will not be a very fancy shirt.

[He notes down a couple numbers, then continues.]

Do you need trousers, too? Do you have a spare set?

[hexrot]

[ actually . . . it'd help. ]

What could you do if I have, [ awkwardly, ] a tail?

[ speaking of awkward, his is that of a stag's, but unlike, jack's fan of appendages, his is a single tuft, hidden under the fabrics of his slacks but buldging out in a way that made it look stuffed and clumsy. it was weird to sit on, and sitting his waistband below it was just way too low for him. it was difficult to walk normally as is, including both hooves and brace. ]

[wereperrito]

Here, look at mine.

[He turns, looking over his shoulder at Jayce and showing him the way he's created a seamed cut in the back of the trousers for his multiple tails, and a strap that goes over the top of them to keep them on. It keeps the fit at his waist where it should be, but allows for freer movement. Given his incredibly active tails, swishing restlessly even as he tries to keep them still to show off his handiwork, it's pretty necessary.]

It would be much easier for you, I think. Yours must be much smaller than mine. You should not need as large a cut.

[hexrot]

[ oh, that. that is clever, and makes so much sense. jayce never had a tail, so, he never checked any fabrics with them with a close eye. there's an opportunity for a joke here, though, and jayce huffs some air from his nose. ]

You'll make me self-conscious like that. [ joking. he's joking. the little smirk pulling at his lips may be all the proof he needs. it's true that his deer tail is a deer tail and is, thus, much shorter than the twirling waves of fox tails jack has going on. ] Do you need to see it for the size?

[wereperrito]

Oh, no. No comparing. Not in that way, either.

[Jack laughs a little, but turns back around and gets back to work. He's almost done, anyway.]

I should see it, yes. Let me just finish this-- there. That should be the last I need for your shirt. Though I should do your legs if I am making you trousers as well.

[hexrot]

[ hahah. jayce gets to work in unfastening the button of his pants to get the waistband under the coil of the fluffiest deer ass. tail hangs out, but anything going past his thigh will be difficult to remove because of his brace. he'd then have to unfasten and unbolt every clasp upholding his leg. tailors back home never actually needed to remove things, but the brace was significantly bulky. ]

Do you need the brace off?

[wereperrito]

"No, no. I would measure over the brace, so you could wear it more easily under your trousers," Jack offers, giving the tail a quick measure in length and then along the top of its base, careful not to actually touch, given the delicate position. "Unless you would prefer to continue to wear it on top?"