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sunshinesally) wrote2024-02-04 04:13 pm
sunshinesally) wrote2024-02-04 04:13 pm
Inbox [Pumpkin Hollow]
Sally's Inbox!
BLACKBERRY APOTHECARY
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AT HOME | PHONE CALL | LETTER
AT HOME | PHONE CALL | LETTER
She might hear the slight chuckle under his breath when he notices Gwen in the background before she's moved far enough away for it not to be picked up.
"Might need to thank our mutual friend, Fever, for talking me into finding the courage." He's still nervous, but the excitement in her voice is more than reassuring. "Restaurant. That buffet has a weird feeling to it. Besides, I can at least pretend like I'm spoiling you with a night of fine dining."
"Might need to thank our mutual friend, Fever, for talking me into finding the courage." He's still nervous, but the excitement in her voice is more than reassuring. "Restaurant. That buffet has a weird feeling to it. Besides, I can at least pretend like I'm spoiling you with a night of fine dining."
"Sounds good to me! I'll find a cute dress. How long have I got to get pretty?" Sally chews her lip, grinning.
"So... I might be able to save you a little time," he says as a nervous flutter rises in his belly.
"Check the closet. There's a dress bag in there. Go ahead and open it, and see if you like it?"
Inside is a bright yellow dress in her signature mod aesthetic, but with a bit of a flirty peep-hole around the collar. He had help picking it out but he'll still take most of the credit for it.
"Check the closet. There's a dress bag in there. Go ahead and open it, and see if you like it?"
Inside is a bright yellow dress in her signature mod aesthetic, but with a bit of a flirty peep-hole around the collar. He had help picking it out but he'll still take most of the credit for it.
There's some shuffling on Sally's end of the line before she audibly gasps.
"Oh my god!!! It's so cute, I love it! Oh, I haven't gotten to wear anything like this since I left home! And it's wool, which is perfect for this weather. Where did you find this?"
"Oh my god!!! It's so cute, I love it! Oh, I haven't gotten to wear anything like this since I left home! And it's wool, which is perfect for this weather. Where did you find this?"
In his mind: YESSSSSSS
"Made me think of you when I saw it, Sunshine. I was looking through some of those fancy clothes shops in the mall and happened upon that one. It was too perfect to pass up. I'm glad you like it."
He wonders what their 'friend' Yellow must think of it. Eh, he probably doesn't care about fashion.
"I'm thinking six at the restaurant? That sound okay to you? If you can't find a sitter that's all right. Gwen is always invited."
"Made me think of you when I saw it, Sunshine. I was looking through some of those fancy clothes shops in the mall and happened upon that one. It was too perfect to pass up. I'm glad you like it."
He wonders what their 'friend' Yellow must think of it. Eh, he probably doesn't care about fashion.
"I'm thinking six at the restaurant? That sound okay to you? If you can't find a sitter that's all right. Gwen is always invited."
“Um… Pardon me, muthsera? You are Sally Boyle, correct?”
The hooded womer is heard well before she speaks, the bells sewn into her dress jingling with every step. Sally has likely seen Drelasa around, especially as she takes care of producing many everyday items at the forge, but the two haven’t had much of an occasion to speak.
The hooded womer is heard well before she speaks, the bells sewn into her dress jingling with every step. Sally has likely seen Drelasa around, especially as she takes care of producing many everyday items at the forge, but the two haven’t had much of an occasion to speak.
Sally brightens as Drelasa enters her shop. It's not hard to see that there's something a little peculiar about the lady, no matter how well she's covered, but that's okay. Sally's gotten to the point where strangeness no longer causes her any bother--- some of the oddest people here have been the kindest!
"That's me! How can I help you, darling?"
"That's me! How can I help you, darling?"
"Oh, that's alright, I'm sure Yellow doesn't mind playing with her. Those two are thick as thieves," Sally assures him. "Six sounds great! Plenty of time to gussy up in the mirror and overthink my choice of shoes. I can't wait!"
A beat of giddy silence where she tries not to explode. "See you in a bit, Starlight?"
A beat of giddy silence where she tries not to explode. "See you in a bit, Starlight?"
"Must be because they share the same reading level," Crichton quips. (Don't tell Yellow he said that.)
"I promise not to take you running through the woods if you wear heels. Let's save that for the second date." One can just imagine him pausing here to do a big "wink wink" at her.
"See you soon, Sunshine~"
When she gets to the restaurant, she will find him waiting for her at the entrance, all gussied up in his own light blue suit. It matches the color of his nail polish.
"I promise not to take you running through the woods if you wear heels. Let's save that for the second date." One can just imagine him pausing here to do a big "wink wink" at her.
"See you soon, Sunshine~"
When she gets to the restaurant, she will find him waiting for her at the entrance, all gussied up in his own light blue suit. It matches the color of his nail polish.
Yellow does what is becoming a habit of his around beginning difficult conversations. He walks in, walks up to Sally even if she's with a customer, and says, "My name isn't John. I lied."
"I have heard word around town that you are an especially accomplished... chemist? It feels strange to say that and not 'alchemist.' In any case... I was wondering if you might have a medicine that could make my nails less brittle. They break off so easily and, well... it's a little embarrassing."
“Well, chemistry and alchemy are a little different, is why. And yeah, I can do that!” Helping a lady with her nails sounds like fun, actually. More like a makeover than work. “Lemme see what you’re working with, yeah?”
With a customer, no. In the middle of a delicate chemical reaction, yes. She looks away from her burner, baffled, and has to lift her goggles to look at him. “I’m sorry, what now?”
And of course the minute she does so, the thing starts to bubble over. “Oh fffuck in a bucket— One sec.“ Hurriedly, she reduces the heat to a simmer. “Oh if that burned in the three seconds that I wasn’t looking I will eat my goggles.”
And of course the minute she does so, the thing starts to bubble over. “Oh fffuck in a bucket— One sec.“ Hurriedly, she reduces the heat to a simmer. “Oh if that burned in the three seconds that I wasn’t looking I will eat my goggles.”
She nods, unwrapping bandages to reveal what are more like claws… or, really, more like antlers? The nails seem to emerge from the end of her fingertips than from a nailbed; they seem to have an underlayer composed of bone.
Fuck in a bucket? How would anyone even-- you know what, never mind.
"...Why would you want to eat your goggles?"
"...Why would you want to eat your goggles?"
"Means I'll be so mad that I'll do something stupid in anger," Sally elaborates, then sighs. "Okay. It's fine."
Reactions stabilized, Sally takes her goggles off to look at her friend. "You said you lied about your name? Why? What's your real name?"
Reactions stabilized, Sally takes her goggles off to look at her friend. "You said you lied about your name? Why? What's your real name?"
He leans away, just a tiny bit, when she says I'll be so mad, but slowly relaxes again as she says it's fine.
There's a joke about stabilized reactions in here somewhere.
"My-" He scowls at the floor. "I don't... know if I like my real name. Crichton said I can change it, but I don't know... how to do that. How I would even start to do that."
There's a joke about stabilized reactions in here somewhere.
"My-" He scowls at the floor. "I don't... know if I like my real name. Crichton said I can change it, but I don't know... how to do that. How I would even start to do that."
The moment Sally sees him, she gasps with delight, arms spread wide to greet him with an enormous smile plastered across her face. "Hello gorgeous! Oh my god, you look like a summer afternoon!"
Not to mention how darling he looks matched with her sunny yellow dress, which fits like a glove. There's something about it that just looks right on her, like she's back in her element. She looks so genuinely herself in it. After giving Crichton an huge hug, she looks him over, playfully smoothing out fabric and straightening things that are already fine. "You look so handsome, I love this color on you! Like a real 60's man! I--- Oh, did you do your nails?" Sally lifts his hand, surprised but enamored. "Oh how cute. Why don't more men paint their nails?"
Not to mention how darling he looks matched with her sunny yellow dress, which fits like a glove. There's something about it that just looks right on her, like she's back in her element. She looks so genuinely herself in it. After giving Crichton an huge hug, she looks him over, playfully smoothing out fabric and straightening things that are already fine. "You look so handsome, I love this color on you! Like a real 60's man! I--- Oh, did you do your nails?" Sally lifts his hand, surprised but enamored. "Oh how cute. Why don't more men paint their nails?"
"Huh!" The sound is one of curious surprise more than upset, and she takes one of Drelasa's hands in her own to inspect the unique claws. "Well this is a new one for me, luv, but I think we can sort something out if you're not opposed to a little trial and error. I can grab you a couple things. Assuming these are still mostly keratin on the outside, some vitamin e oil with a protective lacquer will help a lot, and I think if you're having trouble with keratin breakage in general, an oral multivitamin would also be good for you. I can put together a blend that's good for your skin, too, if you like."
Edited 2024-11-30 20:01 (UTC)
Sally is too busy with her work to notice the other reaction occurring in the room, but if she did, she'd be mortified by the idea that she'd unleash her ire for chemistry gone wrong on her poor friend.
"Oh." Well now she can't help but wonder what his real name is. "Well, that's okay, honey, your name can be whatever you want. There's no procedure to it, you just--- decide what you want to be called and tell people that's what your name is. Do you have any thoughts? I could give you suggestions."
"Oh." Well now she can't help but wonder what his real name is. "Well, that's okay, honey, your name can be whatever you want. There's no procedure to it, you just--- decide what you want to be called and tell people that's what your name is. Do you have any thoughts? I could give you suggestions."
“Oh, I would appreciate that very much. Do you think such a vitamin would make my skin less prone to blistering? I, erm… I tend to get these very small blisters around my knuckles, and not from friction as far as I can tell.”
"It's-- Yellow," he says, almost a mumble. "My name is just Yellow. ...How did you pick a name?"
He can't help it--even as he speaks, even as he says his name like the word is a hot coal on his tongue, he tries to get a closer look at what Sally is doing. "Did you choose for Gwen?"
He can't help it--even as he speaks, even as he says his name like the word is a hot coal on his tongue, he tries to get a closer look at what Sally is doing. "Did you choose for Gwen?"
"I'm the summer sky, baby, but you're the sun," he says with just as bright of a smile and a very tight hug. "You look radiant!" She really does. She seems so much more herself somehow. It's beautiful in ways that clothes alone will never make her. It's that sense of being at home in her skin.
"Fever helped me. I painted hers and she did mine for me. I picked up the habit on that cruise ship and I've never looked back. You're right, we all got fingernails, we should all get to paint them."
He briefly considers if he could convince Yellow to get in on the nail polish party but then he wonders why the hell he's thinking about Yellow right now when he's on a date. Enough of that! They have a dinner to get to.
"Allow me to escort you, my lady," he says as he offers his arm out to her. "The night is all ours."
"Fever helped me. I painted hers and she did mine for me. I picked up the habit on that cruise ship and I've never looked back. You're right, we all got fingernails, we should all get to paint them."
He briefly considers if he could convince Yellow to get in on the nail polish party but then he wonders why the hell he's thinking about Yellow right now when he's on a date. Enough of that! They have a dinner to get to.
"Allow me to escort you, my lady," he says as he offers his arm out to her. "The night is all ours."
Pushing up her safety goggles, Sally opens the little gate on the counter to let Yellow come back and see her work. He's so curious. It's honestly cute. Hard to believe he's a fragment of a god and not a little space alien, but maybe those things aren't so different.
The question tugs at her heartstrings a bit. "My mother chose my name," Sally explains, her heart aching at the mention of her mother. The woman whose estrangement saved her life. And then ruined it. "And I chose Gwen's, because I'm her mother. She's named after a character from a fairytale. Queen Guinevere. It was an homage to my childhood best friend, who was named after a character from the same fairytale."
After a pause, she adds, "You don't--- need a mother to name you. You can name yourself. That's just how a lot of humans do it. But you can pick your own family just like you pick your own name. Sometimes that's just how it happens."
The question tugs at her heartstrings a bit. "My mother chose my name," Sally explains, her heart aching at the mention of her mother. The woman whose estrangement saved her life. And then ruined it. "And I chose Gwen's, because I'm her mother. She's named after a character from a fairytale. Queen Guinevere. It was an homage to my childhood best friend, who was named after a character from the same fairytale."
After a pause, she adds, "You don't--- need a mother to name you. You can name yourself. That's just how a lot of humans do it. But you can pick your own family just like you pick your own name. Sometimes that's just how it happens."
He watches the bubbling concoction in fascination as he listens, questions already piling up in his head like a ten car highway fiasco. He looks over at her.
"Who's Queen Guinevere? Who was your friend named after? How- How do you pick a family? Do you have to make people agree to be in it? Why are you wearing goggles?"
"Who's Queen Guinevere? Who was your friend named after? How- How do you pick a family? Do you have to make people agree to be in it? Why are you wearing goggles?"
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