rose: play dress-up

[fluthlu]

[In want of a quiet place to knit, Rose has taken her yarn and her needles into the library this morning, and commandeered a table near the back. She's just finishing up what looks like a tiny, purple sweater, but the recipient of the garment doesn't seem to like it took much.]

Edgar, yarn isn't a digestible material. Please refrain from eating your own clothing.

[A tiny black kitten, who's been rolling around on the table, gently drops the sweater sleeve from his mouth before meowing loudly into the journal and hopping off the table to explore the rest of the library.]

((ooc: open post!))

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[excalibured]

[He's just returning a few books on demonic possession and exorcisms nearby, and looks over in vague amusement when he hears the commentary]

They are not a species that require clothes, you are aware?

[fluthlu]

[She doesn't miss a beat, still keeping her eyes on the partial-sweater in front of her.]

No species requires clothing, unless you're referring strictly to social norms, rather than a biological necessity.

[excalibured]

[sdfdfgfg That gives him pause, but only for a moment, and arches an eyebrow]

I was referring to it's fur, as a method of staying warm within the winter. But if you think your skin has no biological frailty in the face of it, then you are welcome to test your theory.

[....Far far away from me, but go ahead]

[fluthlu]

[There's pretty much no way she isn't twisting those words right around, with a polite chuckle.]

My, what a forward thing to say to a lady, much less one still in her formative years. You might impress damaging ideas upon me.

[excalibured]

Merely pointing out your idiocy, it would only drive the point home further, were you to try it.

[But definitely less stupid sounding than most kids your age, he is impressed. So points]

[fluthlu]

Oh, I don't plan on it.

[Sounding oh so aloof.]

My point rests, however. Warm clothing in winter is a cultural adaptation to cold, not, as I stated, a biological requisite.

[There's no way she'll let a stranger get the last word, sorry Arthur.]

[excalibured]

That at least puts you above most of the residents here.

[He should really do PR work for someone, he'd be amazing] I really doubt the first people's of Earth sat about and discussed the continuation of their species based upon decency and dignity. I have had a look at some of your...museums. They were savage and half formed at best, if they actually existed.

[fluthlu]

I'm flattered.

[She actually has a polite chuckle at this.]

And the first people of Earth likely lacked the neurological capacity for creative thought, so you would be correct there.

[excalibured]

They didn't make it very difficult.

[But he's amused, and it's less of an insult out of malicious intent]

You could argue it is not much different now, the world appears to have taken steps backwards, with their technological advances.

[fluthlu]

As a resident of the year 2009, that's a sentiment I can certainly agree with.

[excalibured]

...That is a not uncommon time frame for residents. I am certainly not that far into the time line.

[haha...so, so far from it]

[fluthlu]

Really.

[She looks passably interested by this.]

And when, exactly, are you from?

[excalibured]

The year is 486.

As far as I am aware, there is no one that is farther back than me, currently, nor has there ever been. A few have come close, however.

[And not just castmates]

[fluthlu]

[Rose's eyebrows shoot up.]

Well, that's certainly not what I was expecting to hear. Very interesting.