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Insert Rarity's Dress Making Song (Open)

It had been a long time since the last pod pop but fortunately for Rein, her entire stock had been doubled since the last time they had made landfall. Armed with new fabrics both familiar and alien, and her legion of sewing machines, dress dummies and such, and her new tenant to boot, Rein was able to take on the world.

Or at least clothe it.

Sending out her customary notice to come visit the store, Rein opened the door to Stormwind Clothiers and awaited her first arrival.

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"It was," she sighed, "very stressful. Not something to be proud of; we achieved what Stacy wanted, but...let's just say that the planet Epicurea will not remember us fondly." What with the dinosaurs being let loose in the crowd, and all.

"You're welcome. May I ask if you have any fireproof fabric? Ad some point, I'd like to get a pair of pants to go with this jacket." The jacket she was wearing was heavy material, marked in grey and black splotches, and the armor made it sit a little too hard across her shoulders. "The pattern doesn't matter."

"Yeah I've got some of that. Made certain this time to stock up on good work cloth." Rein set the dress down and bustled into the back room, soon emerging with the dark colored heavy fabric. "How's this?"

"That looks perfect! Would it be easiest for you to take measurements now?" She shrugged out of the jacket; under it she was just wearing the plantsuit. "Or I can come back later."

"I can do it now. It's better so that I can get started right away." said Rein, pulling out her trusty measuring tape.

"Thank you." She stood relaxed, her arms a little away from her sides, to give Rein room to work.

"So, did anyone you know arrive at this podpop?"

"Caro did," replied Rein, working her arms around Anwei's legs and stretching it out a little, checking everything. "It was nice to see her, and I hope she'll stop by for something cute to wear."

"That's good news. Nice for her as well, to have someone waiting for her."

"Yeah. I would worry if no one was awake for her to be with," admitted Rein, finishing up her measurements. "There we go. I'll get started right away."

"Thanks again. Is there anything you'd like in payment besides the dress material and the hat? I can, well, sew a straight line," so long as the person wasn't wriggling too much, "or I can help do inventory."

"Inventory would be wonderful. I simply haven't gotten around to doing so. If you don't mind," said Rein, grinning.

"No, actually, I find putting things in order very relaxing." She reached over to her jacket without moving her feet, and wriggled her omnicomm out of a pocket. "I have a copy of the Engineering inventory program that I simplified a little - I used it for the inventory in Sasami's restaurant - so it should work fine here."

And it would be so convenient to get everyone here using the same software and interface.

"Is most of the cloth labeled in the same place on the bolt? And does any of it have any qualities I wouldn't be able to see with the bare eye, like say radiation-proof, or magical? If I have a question I can just put it aside, of course."

"Yeah, all of them are labeled in the same way. But the people who dropped it off on Stacy for me from Lex's instructions just dumped them there. I had a horrible time getting them all on the shelves," sighed Rein. Lex was good to his word, but he was smarmy, something she didn't like but tolerated.

Anwei shrugged. "But if they'd put them on the shelves out of your preferred order, that would have been a problem as well, wouldn't it? Believe me, I sympathize. Unless you set up exactly in advance where everything goes, people do just tend to get everything in approximately the right place and then leave."

She looked around the shop. "Is there any time you'd prefer me to do it? Since you're open right now, I might be underfoot. And - I know, do you have a copy of the delivery invoice? I can pull the patterns and weights and material from that and drop it right into a database."

"Any time after I close up would be great," said Rein, nodding at the first part. She had a point, and that was the point of inventory anyhow. "I've got it here too. I'll give you a copy once I'm done."

Great, then I can set things up in the database in advance. But if you aren't having trouble finding things right now, maybe we could postpone until people are back from the mission? We're sort of short-staffed in Med Bay, and I'd hate to have to drop everything here and run off."

Even if she wasn't qualified to do much more than stuff people into stasis pods, she couldn't do even that if she wasn't there.

"That's totally fine," replied Rein. "I am in honestly no hurry, and I know where the majority of everything is right now. So any help post-mission would be delightful."

"Good, that will let me add any new fields to the inventory program that you might need. I'll have to assume that everything will match its labeling; my color vision is a couple of degrees cooler than a human's."

Her own expression cooled a little. "Hopefully everyone will be back soon." Safe and whole, she thought but did not add.

"No worries. I'll stick around to help you out as well," offered Rein.

She nodded as well. "I do hope so. It sounds like the entire situation is deteriorating from the get-go."

"That would help, especially if you decide to reorganize anything on the spot." Which often happened during inventories, when you found something you didn't know you had.

"I wish we'd had more time to investigate the planet from orbit before dropping the team. If we'd known more in advance..." But for all she knew, the Galilee news services were censored.

"Great then."

And she nodded, adjusting a few things on the design before feeding a few rolls of fabric in. "It reeks of red tape. I doubt the GIA would have told us everything. Call me cynical but my own world was like that at times, hiding something important." said Rein sadly.

"The GIA might have told us everything they know. An isolationist culture, determined to hang on to their way of life, is quite likely to hide things - even from people asking to help them." She frowned. "We don't even know if their medical technology is worth trading for."

She thought of Fle, her own homeworld, and shivered.

"That's true. But I still worry about this sort of thing." replied Rein.

"I think everyone worries at times like this. It's not easy to wait. Even when you know you've done all you can to help." Of course what Anwei usually did to help with the mercenaries was along the lines of 'make sure next-of-kin benefits records are updated' or 'confirm combat bonuses.'

"Yeah, and lately I haven't really felt like I contributed much, but I know it's the little things that count," replied Rein, working steadily and animating her machines with magic. "Not since poor Matt got repodded. He was my friend y'know? Kinda miss the big lug but I knew he was having a rough time."

"You're letting people keep a little piece of home alive. That helps a lot." Especially for people who identified with their costumes, their chosen identities. "And who knows how many battles have been lost because of a ripped pocket, a chafing seam, a sprung airtight seal?"

"Was that Matt Olsen? I talked to him over the comms, but we never met."

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