ℙ the twenty first;

[eternityalone]

[Anyone listening over the journal will possibly hear the wooden snap of clothespins being popped off of the line and a light slosh of water in what may or may not be a sink or basin. Water might splatter onto the page of the journal, since Katherine actually doesn't want to sit around and watch clothing dry.]

Cleaning out a closet and finding shopping bags from Paris, from Christmas last year, that had never even been opened and put away - at least it gave me something to do today.

[Considering Katherine spent nearly her last six months in the castle dealing with corsets and bloomers -- it's no wonder that she didn't dig deep into that closet earlier.]

I will say, hand-washing is the most tedious task to do. [She says this as she hangs up another camisole top onto the line in the laundry room. The laundry room which now has a pile of discarded paper shopping bags and boxes, with colored tissue papers and ribbons all on the floor at her feet. The laundry room where the available lines are strung up with lace bras and frilly things that one would buy in Paris if they had the ability to compel anyone and everyone that was working retail there. The laundry room where anyone is welcome to come and be frustrated that she's taken up all that space.]


Damon ]

I think you need to refresh your definition of "waiting long".



Ezio ]

I finally figured out what to get you for Christmas.

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24 hours later...ish

[eternityalone]

[Katherine arrives at Ezio's room with the instant camera that she found at one of the shops in the city. She's positive someone had wished it up at some point, because it never seems to run out of film. It was a good use of a wish and now she's going to give it a new purpose.

Knocking on the door, lightly, she waits for him to answer.]

yaaay

[assassino]

[He opens the door after a moment, having been busy washing his face, but he grins when he opens the door.]

Good afternoon, dolcezza.

[eternityalone]

[She smiles at him, amused at his grin.]

Good afternoon, yourself.

[assassino]

[He steps back to let her in.]

Come in, come in.

I have pulled most of my clothes from the wardrobe.

[eternityalone]

[She enters and her hand holds out the camera as if it's the same weight and shape as a glass of wine. ie: casually with a bent wrist.]

This is the camera I'm going to teach you to use. Trust me, this is a gift in and of itself. [She lifts an eyebrow at him.]

[assassino]

[He takes it to look at it.]

It is similar to the one I have.

[Which he grabs off the mantlepiece. Little digital camera :')]

[eternityalone]

It works almost the same, but you don't need a computer to print out these pictures. This prints them right from the camera.

[She will take it back from him and turn it on herself. Overdramatic winking face is GO! She snaps the picture, the flash going off and nearly blinding her. Then as she blinks away those spots, she hears the film spit the image out in the front of the camera and she tugs it free. Setting it down on the nearby table, she waits.]

It takes the image, printing it on the film. Then when it comes out the front, it forces the chemicals across the film, processing the image while you wait.

[two minutes go by... and the image is done! She picks it up and hands it to him.]

See? Instant photo.

[assassino]

They can be printed? I did not realize they needed those compewtor things.

[Baffling. He doesn't really understand a word she just said, but he can't argue with results.]

Interesting.

[eternityalone]

[If he wants to know the very specific things, Katherine is actually very intelligent about photography. Being alive during its development tends to help and the fact that Katherine was doing a great deal to avoid being identified and her image passed around - she is very aware of how cameras work. She could explain further, but she's sure he's content with the information as it is.]

Do you only look at them on the small screen on the back? [She's curious.]

[assassino]

Yes. I thought that was the purpose.

[eternityalone]

[She nods, moving over to the stack of clothing he's set out.]

It is, but it's mostly for previewing them. It can't be easy to want to look for one photo and have to scroll through all of them. [She will find you a printer for those. A simple one-button press type one.]

[assassino]

I see. ["Pre"-viewing... Like seeing a rough copy or something? Huh.]

I supposed it would be useful to be able to see them with more ease, and share them with others.

[eternityalone]

I'll handle that. Right now, though, we're going to start handling this project.

[Ezio you are giving her a to-do list. This is good. She needs small projects that are easy to accomplish.]

Let's just start sorting these into some outfits. I'll match them up and we'll go with whichever one has the most options. [la la la... something to distract her...]

[assassino]

[He nods, and starts picking through the clothes.]

Is it uncommon for men in the future to wear layers of shirts?

[eternityalone]

It's not uncommon, but the form of layers just changed.

[Katherine moves to his side.] A lot of outfits end up with layers to them, but it's just a matter of where they're going.

A man still looks exceptional in a well-tailored suit. [Katherine's mind wanders a bit, thinking pleasantly of men in suits.]

[assassino]

True, but they seem to serve such strange purposes.

[Like... why would he wear a short-sleeved shirt only to wear a sweater over it AND a jacket?]

[eternityalone]

Sometimes fashion doesn't make sense.

[No. Ezio, never wear that. as I sit here in a t-shirt and hoodie...]

No, we won't match this up with any layers. Unless, you get cold while wearing this. [She pulls that aside and puts it onto a different pile.]

[assassino]

Very well.

[He's not sure how to make himself useful here, so he just picks through clothes.]

I do not like the "jeans" much. They are too tight on the cock.

[eternityalone]

[Katherine smirks, possibly a bit too much at hearing of his woes over denim and his cock.]

Maybe someone is buying them too tight for you so they can see your cock easier. [innocent face.]

[assassino]

Then they should encourage me to wear my leather pants more, because then the codpiece would be doing exactly what it is supposed to do.

[eternityalone]

Mmm. True, but it's not the same. [She digs through the pile of clothing and pulls out a pair of jeans.]

Denim has a weave to it. There's soft ridges where the fabric has been created. [She sets her nails on it and rakes backward.]

The press of nails against it, sends small vibrations. Tingling sensations. [She flips them a bit and folds the legs open, showing him the folded inside seam.]

This is where a woman's nails will catch and tug. Following upwards.

[She smiles at him.] This is familiar territory to map across for most women here.

Your codpiece might present your cock, front and center - but a good pair of jeans outlines it, giving more than just presentation, but fact.

[assassino]

[He pauses to absorb that.]

I see.

[And duly fucking noted.]

[eternityalone]

[OH, but she's not done yet.]

They can also build up anticipation. Confined and hard pressed behind a zipper - your lover can offer relief, she can tease and tug down this metal strip one jagged tooth at a time.

[She lifts the zipper lead, showing how it latches.] When this is down, those teeth won't move. When it's up, it slides down.

Trust me, you might not like them now -- but there will be a time where you'll enjoy them.

[assassino]

[He swallows. No, Katherine. Stop that. He is in a relationship and you are turning him on. Think unsexy thoughts, Ezio.]

I have seen zippers and worn jeans.

They are not pleasant.

[Zipper + penis = death in agony.]

[eternityalone]

[She'll behave. She shrugs.]

Be more careful. Don't rush and ... [Digs through the clothing pile.] Wear these beneath them. [Holding up some jockeys.] You don't have to go commando your entire life.

Save yourself the accidental zip-up. [There you go, Ezio. Zipping your cock up cannot be sexy.]

Or, you ask someone to zip your jeans up for you. [Oops.]