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[In the current move, Sasha has just accepted an oath of service from Jedao, a relationship Reshad believes is coercive. I'm not sure whether this properly counts as character rp or a new half-move, but I think we all need some new space to deal with the fallout!]

Sasha is waiting outside the antechamber. She has tied her scarf again, and looks as put-together as she ever does. "Are we having this conversation in my office?" she asks Reshad. "Or over tea, with everyone?"

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hoardingpearls

"You've got to make sure your priorities are correct," Reshad says, amused. One hand makes a flippant sort of gesture to the side: what else could they possibly be? There's an Andan joke there if one so much as scratches the surface.

"That's fine. It makes a claim of both your loyalty to the rebellion." The rebellion logo and its inexplicable feathers.

"All right. How about this: wear your jacket, one of your tanks or a new shirt we can have fabbed in your dimensions. Have a pin to match his, and... maybe a black hat, to match?" She eyes the disreputable object on Sasha's head as if expecting that specific instance to be required, for Naxorian reasons.

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zuhrovet

But those are workout tanks. Even Sasha knows that's wrong. She studies Reshad for a moment, looking for signs of mockery. It would be a classic technique, to tell Sasha the clothes she already has are fine when they are not, and then blame her for ignorance. But Reshad is too professional to betray amusement out of turn, and perhaps above a game that simple.

"We can print a new shirt. And a new hat, for that matter. Just as long as my hair is covered."

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hoardingpearls

There's no mockery apparent. It wouldn't be the best thing to wear to a party, but she's seen worse.

"Oh, good." There's some real relief there. "Then, it's pretty simple from there, no? Now - are you trying to bring in concealed weaponry?" The way she's phrased it, that's barely even a question. The more interesting query is /what./

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zuhrovet

"I have the entire grid," Sasha says, with the slow grin that means, Are you going to tell me that's not enough?

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hoardingpearls

Reshad's grin in return is edged, and for once the sharpness isn't meant for Sasha. "Good," she says. Because of course Sasha's been to Ashari's base, and physical access is the best access.

A hand flutters out to retrieve her tablet. "Here-" She has a fashion program, well beyond what a standard fabricator offers. "Let it have your measurements from the grid, and if you see a style you like..." Her voice is gleeful, this being clearly a favorite game.

The software has a maquette that will reconfigure if Sasha gives it permission. A selection of filters is available: symmetry, range of motion, hidden pockets or other features, internal armor options, levels of decoration, and more.

[Let me know if I shouldn't give Reshad any of that! *Lol* but pseudomilitary fashion software seemed like it'd fit.]

Edited Date: 2020-01-10 01:25 am (UTC)

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zuhrovet

Sasha feeds in her measurements, dials the range of motion up and the decoration down, and plays with the other options just long enough to get a sense of the combinatorial explosion. She hands the tablet back politely, with both hands. "I don't know how the fuck to optimize these things. Do I impose, if I ask you to choose?"

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hoardingpearls

"Not at all." It's true, and if Sasha is going to give her the chance to play paper-dolls with her commanding officer, Reshad is going to take it. She takes the tablet two-handed as it's offered.

It's tempting to suggest something absurd just to watch the reaction. Reshad quashes the urge to pick something truly inappropriate, and dials it down to three.

Simple trousers on all three maquettes, in a style Sasha's already familiar with, no fluttering ties, cutouts, or particularly interesting leg shapes. No glitter; she picks the same matte fabrics she favors, herself. One has a shirt patterned with feathers, the second a simple charcoal grey, and the third, a subtle vertical stripe. The jackets are likewise similar, a versatile, simple cut.

"Would you favor it, did I work clock hands or feathers into my own decorations?"

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zuhrovet

Sasha's eyes flicker toward the mannequin, then back toward Reshad's face. She takes a while to answer. "I don't know what that would mean to you, if anything, and I will not hold you to tell me now. But on a purely tactical level, that seems wise."

She picks the middle shirt, the plainest one. She would like more pockets, but those can be added to the jacket without changing the line.

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hoardingpearls

Reshad's smile stays in place, and her curious eyes keep to Sasha's face, scanning and rescanning.

"Then, I shall." As simple as that. She refrains from pulling out a pin right now; in all likelihood, she'll need to print something appropriate.

A flick across the tablet's screen sends the specifications to the grid. "Your new outfit should be available for anything else it needs."

[It didn't make it into the first description in that thread, but Reshad will indeed wear a black feather tucked into her other ornaments at the party.]