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Forty Third Sip

[So, in an effort to make her feel...less angry about the events of the last few days, Maladict has gone into town, deciding to throw herself more into her best person duty. After all, if Brock was ~~stupid~~ ~~happy~~ stupid enough to want to get married, he should at least have a decent sendoff. And the art was in the preparation for this sort of thing, she was sure. She flicks through her journal as she walks]

You know, I never thought it would be this easy to find Seamstresses in this world. Guess I was wrong. Seems it's forever the most common profession if people want it to be or not. Nice to know some things are the same here as they are back home.

[Brock]
Candy Muff or Diamond Slick.

Pick one.

[Nikola]
[Ugh, this is not easy to say, especially after her 'you have to make right what you did' rant. Humble pie does not taste good at all]

So, I won't be guarding you any more. I'll probably visit or...something. But no more guarding.

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[He does sound moderately surprised, though he's heard rumblings about the Peace Patrol and wonders if this has to do anything with that.]

Really? Why? I didn't scare you away with my constant veiled insults to the castle, did I?

That must have been what did it. Couldn't stand it any more.

[A sigh]

The Peace Patrol went from mildly stupid to raging idiots in the space of a few hours.

Of course they did.

[A pause.]

So you're calling it quits, then? Don't blame you. I've been sideyeing them ever since they rather forgot about me rotting in jail for the last several months.

[He shouldn't.

He really, really shouldn't but curiosity is a *thing* of his.]

Seamstresses? May I ask as to why you are looking for them? [And a pause, because he's learning.] And what does that mean in your world, precisely?

It was somewhere between them actually proposing brainwashing Legato and them deciding a government here would be a good idea that I got to the end of my rapidly fraying rope. It's a joke.

Yeah, well, they've been told about that, again. But once you've said something to them month after month it starts to feel like you're being ignored. [See, Tesla, she does care. She's been rooting for your parole and everything :<]

Okay, brainwashing Legato is one thing but a government?! Really? Whose brilliant idea was that?

[Tesla has never had a good view of government, really. They tended to backstab him when he least suspected it, not to mention send people to kill him after he went out with a plan for a death ray, I mean, really.]

Well, hopefully they can quickly get this mess sorted up so I can stretch my legs again. Honestly, I'm afraid I'm becoming allergic to space at this point.

They took Mark's rules as something to seriously work on and went from there. [Oh she hates governments. She hates them so much] I'd live away from the castle before I went back to that sort of existence.

Poor baby. Be sure to take it one step at a time, you don't want to overload your delicate sensitivities.

Brock asked me to be his best person for his wedding. I read it was a bachelor party tradition.

[Long pause] I don't know if I want to explain this to you. It's a little...awkward.

[This IS awkward now that he's figured it out.]

If, I, am reading this, correctly [because things and just why did he have to ask?], you are, looking for, ladies of the night correct? [What are modern terms?]

...That's vampires, James. And I haven't done that Lady of Ze Night thing for a long time.

No Seamstresses are...women of a...certain repute.

No, I know what a vampire is Maladict. [Lady of Ze Night huh? He'll mark that down for later harassment.]

And we are, speaking of the, correct phrase then. [laksjdfsa why didn't Nikola answer this? WHY COULDN'T IT BE HIM?] Seamstresses on Earth, are, not women of that line of work.

I should hope so, you spent enough time with one. [No that's not fair]

I know they have a different name. But it's all the same job, I know that much. I'd go into it further, but I think I'll make you have a stroke, and then Helen will yell.

[It is perfectly fair. After all his Victorianisms are fair game.]

No, Maladict. While it is nice of you to care about my health, which is perfectly fine by the way, you, are, missing the point. [A deep breath before he goes on to hide that slight hint of shame in his voice.] Seamstresses, Maladict, work on clothes.

Not where I come from they're not. They have a guild and everything. What do they say? She can thread the needle but she cannot sew.

[Just, just groan. WHY MAL?]

But, the, seamstresses...[Groan. Hold on looking up the dictionary definition of these words. And writing them down.]

Seamstress:

a woman whose occupation is sewing

Prostitute

a : a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse especially for money : whore
b : a male who engages in sexual and especially homosexual practices for money

Do you see the difference?

Why is it especially homosexual for the man but not for the woman. I mean, womenfolk do that sort of thing too, you know. I remember many a pretty young thing back in the day, there was even this one who could to a little trick with an olive and a toothpick.

...Anyway. It's what we call them in my world, so there.

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It is a, particular view on gender and what roles are socially acceptable on Earth. [And ignoring the rest of that. IGNORING IT. Because he's bright red and so glad he's in his room.]

...and yet did you bother to insure, that the ones you picked up here are of the profession you are looking for?

Who wants socially acceptable? That's boring. Give me a bit of socially unacceptable any day. [Pause. She knows, James, oh she KNOWS. This is what you get for trying to get her and Tesla to bump uglies on Valentines] Of course, it's a little frowned upon on the Disc as well, but people still do it. ...I think her name was Tilly. She was also very flexible.

Yes, I went to the right places and talked to them. I've been in a whorehouse, James, I do know what to look for.

"Pick"... these are stripper names. [Brock knows a lot about strippers, as you can imagine.]

[Why can't you harass Helen like this? WHY NOT?] I imagine she was. [Uncomfortable James is uncomfortable but moving on.] However, women are more commonly seen in such a profession then men.

And just, making sure. Because I would worry about your word choice in such a situation is all.

Yes. And you need to pick one.

[Because you asked her about seamstresses, that's why] I miss her sometimes. [A chuckle] Well, yes. There aren't many professions a working girl can take and get such good health care and security.

I asked them what they could do and looked about the place. My terminology might be different, but I know what I'm looking for.

I might get killed if I pick one.

... Candy Muff.

No you won't, it's an Earth bachelor party tradition, I checked.

There, was that so hard?

[Not fair.] I would not say such good health care, unfortunately not many treat others, that well.

And are you, certain that whomever you are, gathering these ladies of, certain reputation, would appreciate the thought?

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