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[threadthefire]

[Cinna's working, pinning some pieces he's draped over a dress form, unfortunately for him, it appears his measurements are completely wrong. One sleeve appears to be 3.14 times longer than the other, the back is the same amount times the front, and the whole thing appears to be made for someone 3.14 meters tall. All in all, it looks a little strange.

Cinna steps back and consults his sketchbook.]

I know I measured all of that right...

[He turns to the device.]

I something playing with the units of measurements? This isn't how this is supposed to look.

[He goes back to the form and begins unpinning things.]



[ooc: I wanted to get this up today, but I'm feeling unwell so I won't get to tag it until tomorrow. Apologies!]

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[captaininnuendo]

Let me guess, you're a highly skilled tailor and you need a model of the human form to scale things off of. And I'll just go ahead and add that I happen to have a very nice form.

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[threadthefire]

[Peers at his device.]

No matter what I use the proportions seem to come out wrong. And I believe I'm the finest tailor in the City, thank you.

[Yes, you're handsome, Jack, Cinna isn't going to comment on that.]

You're... Rose's friend aren't you? You look familiar.

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[captaininnuendo]

Jack Harkness. And any friend of Rose's... you know how it goes.

[He winks at you Cinna. Yes, he just actually winked.] I bet you are the finest, which means it's the numbers that are wrong, not you.

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[threadthefire]

[Oh, dear, he's worse than Finnick. Was that a rolled eye? I think it was.]

I should think I haven't completely lost my skill.

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[captaininnuendo]

[Jack sees your eyeroll and raises you a charming grin, complete with implied sparkle in his eye.]

Well then you wouldn't mind helping a perfect specimen of a man out. I need a wardrobe. But I have a certain style, hard to replicate.

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[threadthefire]

I daresay I'd be up to the task. What sort of style are we talking about here?

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[captaininnuendo]

[Jack sets his device down and steps back a few steps to show his old military coat. He twirls around gracefully then opens the coat enough to show the suspenders, dress shirt, and slacks underneat.]

Gotta say I'm partial to anything circa the 1940's on Earth. It looks good on me, don't you think?

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[threadthefire]

[Cinna watches with a keen eye, dedicating details to memory because he doesn't trust to writing things down today.]

Very nice. The cut is flattering. Perhaps when measurements are less perplexing, I can have you come in and we can discuss.

[That will give him some time to do a little research into what 1940's Earth means.]

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[captaininnuendo]

Sounds like a plan... you know I don't think you gave your name for all the talk of clothing and how good it looks on me.

[signatures]

A rather tall client, have we?

[threadthefire]

Something of the sort.

[signatures]

How ever did she manage to fit through your door?

[threadthefire]

She was completely normal when she was here, and when I took the initial measurements.

[signatures]

Ah.

I have to say, this doesn't look very much like your style.

[threadthefire]

No, I believe there's another curse on.

[signatures]

Something that skews your perspective?

[threadthefire]

Must be. I can't account for this any other way.

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[iwasherefirst]

[Rose is at work today but she's up in the front part of the store. When she sees the network post, she pops 'round toward the back.]

Maybe you need a bit of a break?

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[threadthefire]

[He's still frowning, he can handle any number of curses so long as they don't interfere with his ability to work, and this one is not cooperating.]

I need something. Everything I measure keeps coming out wrong.

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[iwasherefirst]

[She doesn't blame him.]

I'll be right back with that then. Maybe if you gave me the measurements, showed me how to do it, we could work it out between us.

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[threadthefire]

[He tries to remeasure and comes up with something 3.14 times shorter than what he had before. He tosses the measuring tape on the worktable with a frown.]

Perhaps your friend Mr. Harkness, is right, I should go out for a drink instead.

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[iwasherefirst]

You met Jack? [Clearly she's delighted about that.]

Drink sounds brilliant. Probably a good way to spend this sorta day and Jack's good company.

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[threadthefire]

Just now. [He taps the device on the nearby table.] He claimed to be in need of a new 1940's Earth-style wardrobe, whatever that means.

What sort of man is he, if you don't mind my asking?

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[iwasherefirst]

Make 'im a nice button down, pair of high-waist, flat-front trousers with buttons for suspenders and copy the design on his coat. He's goin' to need a replacement every now and then. You'll do fine.

[She smiles fondly, pausing before answering Cinna's question.]

He's brilliant and wonderful. He flirts with everything that breathes and probably some things that don't. M'pretty sure he used to flirt with the TARDIS, when she was a box. He cares more 'bout people than he'll ever admit. You can trust 'im, count on 'im and he'll come through in a pinch. He's also a lot sadder than he'll tell anyone. M'not sure why. Never did get to that bit. Good bloke. The best of 'em.

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[threadthefire]

Many people are sad for many reasons, Rose, [He should know.] but with someone who cares for him as you obviously do, I'm certain he'll adjust well.

[Abandoning the dress for the time being, he crosses to his desk, pulling out one of his numerous sketchbooks. But even looking at them he can almost feel the dimensions blurring in his mind and he sets it aside, rubbing his eyes with a resigned sigh.]

Obviously, I'm getting no work done today.