trans_9 | Cosplay Maniacs [Open]

It had been an idle thought that started to grow.

Since the whole clothing-fighting naked disaster during the Nightmare King, Rein had been packing more than one set of plantsuit on her person. Even while the barrier jacket was nice and comfy, it was also impractical for every day life. As such, she had gone out hunting for a place and found what she was looking for. With a modern set of sewing materials, all she needed was cloth.

Cloth was a rare thing on Stacy, most of it pre-fabricated and brought up from the last big mission off world. As such, Rein had gone to W&P in search of said items. It had taken the better part of a week to find what she was looking for, and another three to four days hauling all of the cloth up, but the vast collection of cloth, lace and other fabrics were finally in place.

Switches were flipped and Rein sat down at the nearest machine, working on it. She had cast a minor animation spell on a couple of machines and they were automatically forming belts and sashes while the intricate needlework was up to her.

Soon though, she was busy working as she whistled a jaunty tune, ironically Whistle While You Work. The sign to the building was fresh and polished, reading Stormwind Clothiers and the outside of the building was wood-and-brick. The inside was meshed with old and new, mixed foot pedal and even small light armors.

Rein wore a little grin, a sign of victory as she held up her first creation, a pretty dress, pink and red and white with ruffles.

It was a dead ringer for Sakura Kinomoto's most iconic dress from her series.

Yes, Rein was making cosplay.

Beware the desu.

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"You ask someone, usually in the command staff for permission to go into the higher up Weapons and Possessions. However if it's just mundane items you need, you can go to the area itself and look around. There's enormous piles just waiting for someone."

"I don't think I've met any of the command staff."

Rein giggled. "Well you have now. I'm Internal Communications. So in essence, if you need something, I could ask Leon or whoever and we'll get you access to the higher end equipment. Sound fair?"

"Sure -- I'll let you know if I think of anything." He folded his arms over his plantsuit and continued. "How's the ship's command broken down?"

"Well there's the captain, Captain Kirk, and then there's the bridge crew, and the department heads. The heads often are working closely with command on various issues."

"I worked as a security officer for a few months," Ben said blandly, not bothering to mention that it had been a secret police force responsible for deporting, killing, and torturing Corellian civilians. "I heard Leon Kennedy's in charge of that here."

"You'd have to ask Mr. Kennedy then," said Rein thoughtfully. "He's got a fairly strict set of guidelines for approving newcomers to security's roster."

"'Eighteen and up'," said Ben, rolling his eyes in obvious disapproval, "which is why I'm interested in the rest of them, too."

"I see. That is quite strict. And your credentials didn't help?" inquired Rein curiously.

"Not like that," he said, shaking his head. "That's just what I've heard. I haven't found him yet -- like I said, your command staff's pretty tricky to find."

"Ah I see. That would make things difficult. I'm just internal comms so I don't really have an ear to the ground at the moment so to speak," said Rein.

"That doesn't make your job tough?" he teased.

Rein giggled, rubbing her head. "Well sometimes it hurts the old job but it's also one of those strange things where it works out in the end."

"Doesn't look like being on command staff takes up too much of your time," he noted, pointing at the pink dress.

Rein nodded. "Not really. I'm only on the bridge staff once a day at the most."

"Where is the bridge, anyway?"

"It's up near the obs deck. You can usually find the Captain there too."

He frowned. "A ship this advanced has a captain?"

"Captain Kirk yes. He's acting captain right now."

"Acting captain," he repeated. "Did he replace someone else?"

"There was a crew onboard Stacy before us. Sadly I don't know much about what happened to them, save there was some sort of incident."

"The Daligig," he guessed.

"Possibly. Or an actual crew before this one that wasn't Dialgig."

"Any sign of them?"

"I'm presuming there's ships logs but that's about it," replied Rein.

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