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Week 3
Gir carefully flipped through a catalogue as Serge entered, a slightly worried look on his face. “Excuse me ma’am, but we seem to be having some problems.”
Looking up she sighed and put the catalogue to one side. “Whats wrong?”
“We are having trouble with two of your brides maids, your sister and cousin… they… aren’t quite… built for the dresses we have on hand.”
Getting up she followed him to the fitting rooms where Neph and Alicia were sitting at the center of the room, Neph looking like she was about break something with Alicia’s face was crimson with embarrassment. Both the girls dresses were some what shredded and I quickly became apparent why.
Both were rather well built, Alicia more so than Neph. This sadly meant that their form hugging dresses appeared to have almost exploded by the simple act of walking.
Neph looked up and growled. “Do I have to wear this shit? It’s fucking stupid.”
Gir looked to Alicia for support, the girl was to busy picking bits of her dress from the bony ridges that covered her tail. “Eh… sorry, my tail and wings keep catching and tearing…”
Shoulders slumping, she looked to Serge. “Is there anyone not having trouble with their dresses.” She asked, her voice bordering on whining.
Jeena Malso stepped out and did a quick spin, her dress fitting her wiry frame rather well as she walked over to Gir. “Mine fits like a glove… or body glove… same diff.” She clapped slightly, making a clang as her large clunky cyber hands banged together.
Neph roller her eyes and snorted. “Look, there’s a reason I don’t do dresses, I can’t move properly, How they hell can I fight if it feels like some one’s duct taped my legs?”
Gir waved her hands. “You’re not meant to fight, it’s a wedding, you dance, eat and have fun… with out breaking stuffs!”
“Can I at least get something that is some what more durable? I feel I’m wearing tissue paper or some shit.”
Jeena stepped over and taped Gir’s shoulder. “Why not make them out of that stuff they use for super hero costumes, you know, that weave stuff?”
Gir turned to Serge. “Can you make a dress out of Impervium weave?”
Serge taped his chin for a moment. “No, such a cloth would be far to course, it would not breathe and the fabric would be to stiff.” He looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “But we do have a new form of microweave… it may work… but it won’t be cheep.”
Looking to the brides maids, Gir pulled out a black credit card and smirked. “Lucky I never spent any of my Vanguard hazard pay, huh?”
Serge smiled as he handed her over several cloth styles. “I think that will cover it perfectly.”
Week 3
Gir carefully flipped through a catalogue as Serge entered, a slightly worried look on his face. “Excuse me ma’am, but we seem to be having some problems.”
Looking up she sighed and put the catalogue to one side. “Whats wrong?”
“We are having trouble with two of your brides maids, your sister and cousin… they… aren’t quite… built for the dresses we have on hand.”
Getting up she followed him to the fitting rooms where Neph and Alicia were sitting at the center of the room, Neph looking like she was about break something with Alicia’s face was crimson with embarrassment. Both the girls dresses were some what shredded and I quickly became apparent why.
Both were rather well built, Alicia more so than Neph. This sadly meant that their form hugging dresses appeared to have almost exploded by the simple act of walking.
Neph looked up and growled. “Do I have to wear this shit? It’s fucking stupid.”
Gir looked to Alicia for support, the girl was to busy picking bits of her dress from the bony ridges that covered her tail. “Eh… sorry, my tail and wings keep catching and tearing…”
Shoulders slumping, she looked to Serge. “Is there anyone not having trouble with their dresses.” She asked, her voice bordering on whining.
Jeena Malso stepped out and did a quick spin, her dress fitting her wiry frame rather well as she walked over to Gir. “Mine fits like a glove… or body glove… same diff.” She clapped slightly, making a clang as her large clunky cyber hands banged together.
Neph roller her eyes and snorted. “Look, there’s a reason I don’t do dresses, I can’t move properly, How they hell can I fight if it feels like some one’s duct taped my legs?”
Gir waved her hands. “You’re not meant to fight, it’s a wedding, you dance, eat and have fun… with out breaking stuffs!”
“Can I at least get something that is some what more durable? I feel I’m wearing tissue paper or some shit.”
Jeena stepped over and taped Gir’s shoulder. “Why not make them out of that stuff they use for super hero costumes, you know, that weave stuff?”
Gir turned to Serge. “Can you make a dress out of Impervium weave?”
Serge taped his chin for a moment. “No, such a cloth would be far to course, it would not breathe and the fabric would be to stiff.” He looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “But we do have a new form of microweave… it may work… but it won’t be cheep.”
Looking to the brides maids, Gir pulled out a black credit card and smirked. “Lucky I never spent any of my Vanguard hazard pay, huh?”
Serge smiled as he handed her over several cloth styles. “I think that will cover it perfectly.”