Kanaya's shop, round 3.

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Where:Kanaya Maryams Storefront For Commissioned Ragripping And Seamstressing
With Display Space For Artistic Clothing Creations
When: A small sign on the door says this business opens an hour after sundown on the surface, and closes an hour before dawn, every day. Feel free to backdate if you wish, or set your posts whenever, really. Kanaya is in and working outside of business hours on occasion.
Who: Kanaya Maryam, hopefully a whole bunch of trolls, members of the host club, and anybody who's interested in her shop.
Style: I'll follow your lead.
Status: Open

The dress forms out front all have been clothed in a variety of styles; the specific outfits on display change often, sometimes as often as every day. Men's and women's fashions are available, though there is usually more dresses than anything else. Inside there are a few more outfits available for viewing, but this is not a clothing store. None of these outfits have a price tag, as the clothing here is hand made by the proprietor. a small sign on the back wall indicates that this business is for clothing repairs, tailoring, and custom commission work, though you are welcome to make an offer on something if you like it.

Things have been getting a bit crazy in the shop. Kanaya has been working extremely hard as of late to finish up a few projects before her next big commission starts. There is a rack of nearly finished outfits that has been left in the display room, her workspace is getting too cluttered to keep it back there. It's an organized chaos though, she's simply been spending more time working than keeping things tidy.

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[thekidsare0kay]

Sollux got the message from Kanaya, and while he had considered just replying to it in kind, he found himself curious enough to go in to the shop to figure out what the fuck was going on - particularly when she mentioned that he, Aradia and Feferi were going to match, something that sort of blew his bifurcated little mind.

He poked his head in the door and stepped in awkwardly, looking around curiously at the various dress forms with clothes on them. Unlike many of the trolls in Vatheon, Sollux still wore his t-shirt and pants ensemble, with his mismatched shoes, and hadn't picked up any human fashions. He had also managed to save his shades, and wore them over his robotic eyes.

"Kanaya?"

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Kanaya heard the bell, and promptly came out from the workshop in back. She was, after all, expecting more visitors now that she messaged almost every troll in the bubble with a request to stop in. She was pleased to find exactly who was the first to respond. She sent similar requests to many of the ancestors here, after all, and she still wasn't entirely sure how to interact with them.

"Hello Sollux, thank you for coming. I take it you got my message?"

[thekidsare0kay]

He flashed her a smile, showing that more and more of his teeth were starting to grow in. He was back to battling the lisp now, though usually he could keep it under control.

"Yeah, I got the message. So you're still into that fashion thtuff, huh?" He cocked his head. "Are you serious about dressing me up like aa and ff?"

[devwocean]

Dualscar really wasn't sure what to make of the message he got from the young troll, but he showed up anyway. He stepped inside, stumping a bit on his robotic lower leg, and glanced around imperiously, waiting to be attended upon.

[sylphauxiliatrix]

To be fair, she wasn't entirely sure what to make of Dualscar at all. The one time they talked he had managed to impress her with his polite sophistication and frighten her with his highblooded ideals, both in the space of a few minutes. He seemed, like many highbloods, to respond well to careful and polite speech that showed respect for his station. Kanaya has a bit of contempt for the hemospectrum, but she didn't feel like unnecessarily antagonizing the violet blood. Besides, despite what happened it seems that he has been spending a lot of time with the Signless. That could be seen as a significant vote of confidence, if Kanaya wasn't reasonably sure that the Signless would try to befriend a monster like the Grand Highblood if that beast would give him half a minute before trying to cull him.

She really just doesn't know how to think of Dualscar. In her mind it's best to play it safe. Kanaya smiles at the older troll and starts, "Welcome to my establishment, Orphaner. Thank you for taking the time to visit me and indulge my project."

[devwocean]

The girl looks like a slave he remembers quite vividly, and that's a problem. His original anger directed at Mindfang over the slave has been tangled up with a confused sort of guilt inspired by his moirallegiance with the Signless, so his expression as he looks at her is a bit wooden, a little pinched, with his forehead furrowing and eyes narrowing as he looks her up and down.

"Your message intrigued me enough to pay you a vvisit, but I'm not sure exactly wwhat you're plannin' on doin. You intend to dress me up like Eridan, then?" His lip curls just a touch, not because he is anything less than proud of his descendant, but because the boy's fashion sense is not something he shares, precisely. Capes and striped pants are all right, but scarves and hipster glasses? That's just foolishness.

[unconchonable]

[Welp, Eridan would have normally responded to the message, but it seems Kanaya wanted to talk to him in person, or at least that's what he's come to assume. So, putting his SFC away and getting ready to face the world(Really he is such a grub having to get all 'dolled up' before leaving, not to mention hiding his hair with a knit-hat), he heads out. Before too long, he's poking his head in the store, he knows well where to find it, having a past experience with her before here, but then things were more... tense. Maybe not everything is how it was, but things seem to be a bit better now, more comfortable. He's not dreading meeting up with her.]

Kan?

[He calls out, but really isn't even looking for her as he looks around the decor of the shop and all she has out. Damn, Kanaya. You really know your shit, don't you? This place is downright impressive.]

[sylphauxiliatrix]

[She comes out promptly as he calls. Unlike last time there is not the moment of shocked embarrassment for either of them, nor does Kanaya feel the need to terrorize the seadweller with a careful display of her makeup. (I'll take 'Phrases that make no sense without Homestuck' for $300, Alex.)]

Hello Eridan. Thank you for stopping by.

[unconchonable]

Well, ya asked me to, so no problem.

[It's said rather plainly as he looks to her after admiring some of her displays.]

Did you need somethin' of me or?

[aim_exorable]

It takes a day or two for Darkleer to hold up on his promise. He has projects of his own to work on, although they are less of the fashion variety and more in his expertise. One moment the shop is quite empty, and the next his rather looming form is walking quietly through the shop, picking at a dress here and there curiously.

After he's sated his minor curiosity, he finally decides to call out. "Miss Maryam?"

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Kanaya was working a bit too hard it seems, for the voice caught her off guard. she must have missed the sound of the bell at the door. She dropped her work where it was to see to her visitor. "Yes? Oh, hello Darkleer. Thank you for coming."

[chosen_gigolo]

With Guy's departure from the bubble, Zelos finds himself working a lot more to keep from thinking about it too much. He's more affected by it than he'd like to let on which keeps him busy and distracted. Unfortunately, while Zelos doesn't need to sleep, the club does need to close so tonight's 3am distraction consists of popping in on the seamstress to get his measurements taken.

The redhead pops into the shop and takes a look around, touching a sleeve or hem carefully here and there just to feel the texture of the fabric. Kanaya really does some fine work.

"Kanaya-hunny~?"

[sylphauxiliatrix]

This early in the morning is not the sort of time Kanaya expects too many visitors. Yes, the door is open but who would stop in at this hour? She doesn't even realize that Zelos has entered her shop. As usual for this time of night she has gotten herself into a sewing frenzy, and even his calling of her name doesn't do little more than cause her to stop for a moment. Did somebody say something? No? Back to work then.

The noises of her machine stitching can be heard in the dead quiet of early morning, even in the display room next door.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius still has his doubts about this, but he likes Kanaya, and he knows this fashion stuff is interesting to her. As long as she doesn't try to stuff him into any sleeves, he'll be okay.

He enters her shop and looks around, completely flummoxed and out of his element. "Kanaya?"

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Kanaya smiles as she appears in the doorway to the workshop, greeting the blueblood immediately. "Hello Equius. It's been a long time. I don't think I've seen you since before I was brought here, and that was several months ago. How have you been?"

[withoutasign]

Knock knock! Sounds like it's everyone's favorite mutant-blooded prophet, accompanied by his best bro, here to get measured!

"Hello, Kanaya!"

[p2iioniicii2t]

Said best bro is lurking behind the Signless, slouching down enough in an oversized hideously yellow sweater that it's impossible to tell exactly how much of him is troll and just how much is clothing.

Small troll children he doesn't yet really know are terrifying, so he'll just be kind of hiding.

[420]

True to form, Gamzee takes his sweet time getting there. Eventually he arrives, SFC still in hand. (He had been trying to decide whether or not to send her a message telling her he was dropping by but by the time he was at the shop, he never actually came to a decision.) He glances up at the cheerful chime of bells about his head, before glancing around for her, a dopey smile plastered on his face.

"Hey sister. You up and all did say you needed a motherfucker to jam with?" He motions with his SFC as if to help her remember the message she sent.

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Kanaya certainly has no problems with Gamzee's late arrival, as she's been busy enough as of late. She finds herself a little surprised, however, that she doesn't mind his presence in and of itself. She had managed to internalize the idea that this Gamzee was not the same clown she once was ready to hunt down... but that didn't mean she was always patient with the capricious and whimsical nature of the drug addicted Makara. She had to admit that he could sometimes exhibit an amusing sort of simple charm, and while she was happy to see him and get his opinion on some things, she certainly wasn't looking forward to trying to maintain his attention long enough to get some measurements.

"Yes Gamzee, something like that. I'm going to be making some clothing as a gift for some of our friends, and I wanted to ask your opinion before I set out to design the project for some of the people closest to you." As she said the words aloud, she had to stop for a moment in the sudden realization that asking his opinion in this matter may not have been the best plan.

[redcladidealist]

Lloyd really isn't sure what to make of the name of the shop. It's long and drawn out and uses words he's only half-sure he knows the meaning of. The clothes displayed in the window offer a pretty good clue, though, and so far he hasn't had any luck anywhere else, so he might as well give this place a try.

Entering the shop, he looks around, curious, trying to get an idea for what this shop is like. Some of the fashions are really strange to him - but isn't that the point? Still, nothing strikes him immediately as what he's looking for.

Not one to give up that easily, the teen searches for the person in charge of the store.

"Hello?"

[sylphauxiliatrix]

One of the many trolls living in Vatheon comes out from the back room. It might be a little bit harder to judge age in an alien species, but she's actually a bit younger than the teen that called out for her attention.

"Oh, hello. Are you one of Zelos's employees?"

[rebull]

Her message he had gotten a while ago, a few days perhaps, but only now does he finally visit her shop. He's been... wary lately, of a lot of things, and with good reason, but he hasn't really spoken to the young jade blood and he wasn't the type to completely ignore a greeting, especially not someone who wished to spend time with him. So- though reluctantly- he landed outside the shop, wings shuffling and folding behind him. His hand opens, sylladex flashing about as he removes his earrings and puts them in. Once his horns are enchanted to a smaller size he makes his way inside- though still with a bit of trouble.

To the side, tilt, to the side, tilt, aaand turn, all right, inside. He minds his horns and wings, making sure not to knock anything over, thankfully he's surprisingly graceful by know- despite his rather ridiculous hit box.

"Um, Kanaya, was it?" He glances around, ruffling his wings a little, and putting his hands on his hips.

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Kanaya heard the bell of the door, and came out just as the brown blood managed to enter. "Yes. You must be the Summoner. Thank you for stopping by." There really was no mistaking those distinctive horns, like a larger version of his descendant. Little does she know just how large they get!

[feralfanatic]

It had been awhile since she had stopped by Kanaya's shop. She hasn't really spoken to the young jadeblood since that night where many a secret were disclosed. Besides, Disciple thinks she may have forgotten to pick up some clothing Kanaya said she was supposed to stop by to get. With that excuse firmly in mind, she pushes through the front door of Kanaya's Shop.

Stepping through the doors, she admires the changes to the storefront. Kanaya must be busy as of late. Not immediately seeing the young troll she calls out.

"Hello? Kanaya?"

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Why look who it is! Kanaya's #1 favorite ancestor! "Disciple? Hello! Finally in to pick up your things?"