an aid to laundry troubles

[unsheathedfromreality]

[At some handwave-y time shortly after the closing of the Story, a note in an workmanlike cursive hand goes up on the bulletin board:]

If you need a change of clothing, I can make simple tunics and trousers that won't disappear.

Find me:

[A simple doodle of Illarion's face follows: Pointy ears, long hair, blindfold (or veil), malar stripes. Enough to go on when most of the Library is human.

It is signed below the doodle with an eye-and-feather symbol. No name.]

IC UPDATE:

[A few hours after the initial post goes up, an additional sheet of paper is appended to it:]

Payment is not necessary but if you're one of those who can make or find permanent items, you can bring one of the following:

- Fabric
- Thread or gut
- Head/round knife
- Awl
- Leathering needle
- Raising hammer
- Pliers
- Portable anvil
- Hides or leather

NO glitter. We have plenty.

Comments

just one more service she offers

[not_scrap]

[Yeah, that happens, if people actually listen to her. She occasionally knows things and sometimes they are correct things.]

I mean that's how most warlords get their start. Get people owing them favors and stuff without currency. [Aspirational???]

So like, uh...maybe just put a pin in that idea for right now. Just saying it's never bad to have people feeling like they owe you something.

[Listen, when you're small and nearly glow in the dark, you get tough or get squished. She ain't squished. So consider your honor: GUARDED.]

You better. I've dealt with some creeps before.

"think about your life, think about your choices" as a service...

[unsheathedfromreality]

I did use that one a time or two myself back when I was Warlord.

Asking the living to owe me favors seems like it gets back to the wrong order of things.

Jokingly.

[He will definitely regard the ferocity even more highly once he meets her.]

I don't doubt.

So what will I owe you for that favor, if I ask it, o Warlord?

Those who can't, teach or something like that

[not_scrap]

Listen, all I'm saying is you give shit away for free and people will start to take advantage of that.

And there's a word for people who take advantage of dead things.

[Probably several but she's trying to clean up her act]

Also you sure do talk a lot for a guy who says he's dead. You sure about that?

[JUST SAYIN'.]

Oh no, that's a freebie. I hate people getting taken advantage of. [Been there, done that, burned the tee shirt.]

[unsheathedfromreality]

"Living," I'd hope. Everything still alive relies on what's dead to feed it one way or another.

[He's recovered his mental footing enough to get melodramatic about the situation.]

But point taken.

Yes. No heartbeat, no breathing. Definitely dead. Still moving and talking by an unfortunate circumstance.

[Dead in many of the ways that mattered!!]

Thanks, in that case, for the course correction.

[not_scrap]

Um. I mean. Okay? Not the word I was thinking, but sure.

[That's what she gets for trying rhetorical questions. ] ....make us sound like mushrooms but ok.

Nothing personal but I'm an actual doctor and that's not technically possible, unless

uh.[oh no. Rauth was right. All this time. No, no don't freak out. Keep it CAAAAAASUAL. ]

So. You know.

Whose.

Uh.

Whose soul are you using? [It wasn't technically necessary: Rauth had had no soul but it was worth asking. Rauth also had a pulse, tho.]

[unsheathedfromreality]

I hope you're not eating your food still alive, but to each their own.

My own. Why I'm still a person. If I had part of someone else's we wouldn't be having this conversation. Would be trying to eat you alive.

Ghouls don't think much.