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My fair faire

Who: Erryone
When: Day 170, right before leaving for Heartstone Manor
Where: The cookhouse
What: ~~dinner and a show~~ A crash course in table etiquette, and/or your chance to get your bad behavior out of your system.
Warnings: Watch your damn language.

With the threat of behave or die hanging over their heads, Hinawa is feeling very nervous. She's only tangentially familiar with the rules and regulations of formal dining and mingling, having only experienced it for the first time during the Celebration, and for the most part she's just a simple country gal. The last thing she wants is to get everyone in trouble because she used the wrong fork, and she can't help but feel like she's not the only one, so she comes up with a plan!

She only hopes it'll be enough.

[This is a mingle-ish! Jump on in!]

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9S had listened to the radio meltdown with a strong measure of confusion and apprehension. Are humans always like this? Or is this because there's a mix? How do they get anything done when they let their emotions and disagreements get the better of themselves? He's so used to people respecting the pecking order the entire matter had been rather eye-opening.

And it's also made him more aware that he should probably do a last minute maintenance check before they leave, especially since it sounds like the Nightriders are going to have their hands full this trip. But after checking in with Strange to sort out the map and the primer -- he'd skipped out on rehearsal to check on all his internal systems -- he realised he had a dilemma.

Why is carrying an exposed weapon such an offense?! Sword coverings are for people who need to attach it to themselves. Which he doesn't need to. What's the big problem??

On such short notice, he can only come up with a quick solution, which involves seeing Carly. He pokes his head in, sword floating at his back. This time, his eyes are uncovered; thanks Strange. "Hey Carly. I know you're busy and all, but could I ask a favour from you? It'll be really simple, promise!"

Humans are messy. It's a fact of life, and one that isn't likely to change for some time-if ever at all. It's in their nature, in fact, and it's perhaps a miracle that Carly has her head still on her shoulders by the time 9S arrives. But somehow, she does, and for the moment she's putting away a few outfits from the earlier demonstration. Consultations are....over, for the most part.

They'll be off in just an hour, quite likely.

And yet in comes a voice-and for a moment she thinks of Peridot, and the Engineer's moaning on the radio. The quick shouts to not say anything, that she was only looking for advice, and-

....

...She forces a smile on her face, and turns. "Eh? Well, actually, it looks like I'm about to be...really not busy," she laughs, rubbing her head. "So.... No problems there..!"

Ahem.

"...What is it?"

9S takes in Carly's appearance and demeanour. Maybe she's had some time to calm down. Androids typically don't metaphorically blow up quite like that, so he wasn't sure... But the smile seems ill-fitting on her, and he's had plenty of experience reading smiles that don't quite reach.

He acts as if he doesn't see it; the time for talk can come later. Despite 2B's oft repeated reminders for him to not get distracted, business always comes first. Feelings have to wait.

"It's this." To demonstrate, 9S lifts a hand, a glowing yellow ring forming around his wrist as he floats his sword in front of him. "Strange told me an exposed weapon is gonna be rude. I don't really get it, but if it'll cause a lot of trouble, I need it covered. Fabric should be good enough."

Feelings will need to wait a good two weeks, if they can all manage-but for the moment, Carly looks over the sword, jumping when Strange's words come forward. "Mnh!! Oh, definitely! Exposed weapons are considered a threat! We can't exactly just carry blades around as humans right? So if a blade is ever exposed, that implies it's going to be used at any moment..!"

That said. The numbers are already running through her head. Length, width, where she could make the scabbard stick... "Hmmm...we don't have time to make anything new... ...but I might have a scabbard that won't look out of place..."

Oh. Huh. He never considered that. That actually makes a lot of sense.

When Carly tells him about the scabbard, 9S brightens. "Great!" That sounds a lot better than bagging it in fabric. It'll probably look less stupid, too. "As long as the scabbard can stay on without being strapped to me..."

She's glad that much makes sense then. With a bright expression, she's immediately rushing to the other end of the tent, diving into various supplies and buckets to find what she needs. "Okay....so I've got the general length already, so I just need to find something long enough....if we can make it loop around the hilt, the width won't have to be exact!"

"Er."

Sometimes, Carly can be so overwhelming. 9S follows after her.

"Here, let me help."

He doesn't work here but how hard can it be to find something? 9S picks through the supplies at a more leisurely pace.

"Hmm?" Her voice is somewhat muffled within the cloth, but that's nothing to worry for right? "It's alright~ I've got this!" So she says, but 9S is already at it. So that's that apparently. Still, some searching later and...

"Aha~" A simple scabbard is pulled out. "Here we are, this should fit.."

Oh, hey, she found one. 9S turns to have a look at the scabbard, floating his sword in front so they can compare.

"Looks a bit big, but it should do the job. Think you can attach some cord to it?"

"Some cord would definitely hold this in place...." One moment as she goes back to a nearby sewing machine, opening a desk drawer at it. "...Aha, here we go, scissors, cord...."

She sets all three things on the table once 9S is done comparing, nodding confidently. "Okay! We should be able to use this! I'll just loop it through the decorations, and then you can loop it over the sword when it's sheathed."

"Great!" He beams happily. Yeah, it's kind of weird having humans do things for him, buuut it is her job to. And if he doesn't get this damn scabbard on his sword, he's gonna have bigger problems in the near future. "I'll let you get to work."

He's happy to wait while she fixes up the scabbard for him.

"Alright~" Well he won't wait long. "Just a few minutes and..." All she does is loop the strings through opposing sides of the sheath's opening, and tie them into more elegant loops.

"Here-try this."

Excellent. Taking the offered scabbard, he holds it horizontally with one hand before guiding the sword into the sheath with the other. As he had assessed earlier, the scabbard is slightly too large for his sword. But that's fine. With his right hand holding the sword aloft, he crosses the cord over his sword hilt, allowing the scabbard to dangle. Blade covered, 9S flips his sword vertical, assessing whether the scabbard will come loose.

As expected, the cord holds it in place.

"Looks like it worked."

With a single deft motion, he returns his sword to its usual place at his back, now covered with the scabbard.

"Thanks, Carly."

"It's no problem~! Ah- actually..." Now that she looks and observes the other, something else 'fashion' related comes to mind. She taps her chin a bit, humming to herself. "Mhmmmm... ...'Nines'..?" she starts, trying the nickname. "...Where are you going to put your visor while we're there..? Lambert probably wants you to do a few things for the scouts...right?"

"I'll tie it somewhere." 9S makes a Face. "Strange ordered me not to wear it over my eyes, so I won't."

He's not leaving it behind, though.

"I can still do my job without it, don't worry."

In fact, he has to not use it, thanks to everyone else being organic and unable to receive the data he could otherwise simply transmit.

"Well! Actually, I was going to recommend tying it like a tie!" she explains, beaming almost proudly at the idea she had. "It could be right there, ready for you to pull up that way!"

Ummm...

"What's a tie?"

Since it sounds like she will probably want to demonstrate, 9S unties the 'blindfold' from his face and holds it out with one hand.

"A tie is something that goes around your neck," she explains simply, "But with fabric of this cut...we'd want to tie it this way," she demonstrates, carefully doing just that around his neck if he allows her.

"...It'll match well with whatever you're wearing, that way; hidden in plain sight."

9S certainly allows her to tie the... tie.

It looks annoying.

"Hm. I'll give it a try."

He pulls it undone and tries to recreate what Carly did. He does the steps correctly, but it comes out looking crooked and not at all neat. He futilely tries to neaten it, but nope.

"Hmmmm.... Here, hang on..." One pat there, another pat there....and the tie is Properly In Place. "There~! We'll probably be helped by servants, so you can just tell them that you brought your own, 'very special' tie, and would like them to help with it, worst case...."

Hmm... let him think about that... Nah.

"I'll keep that in mind."

In other words, nope. A tie just doesn't seem to be his style.

Well then... "I think that's it." Scabbard, get. Visor tied. Yep. "So I'll get going. Thanks again, Carly."

"No problem~" Carly replies, nodding furiously. At least something seems to have gone right today then....with a slightly worried smile, and a bit of a wave, the woman thus sees him off. "Good luck with whatever Lambert has you doing, too! I don't think the other departments will really need you while we're there, but this feels like something he'd have the scouts all over, right now..."

It's a somewhat chilling 'good luck'...but 9S will probably be fine.

...Probably.

He's a little touched at the concern. Though he doesn't think he'll need it.

"Oh, don't worry about me." 9S grins, his voice taking on a cocky lilt. "I'm a Scanner. I'm built for scouting. You worry more about yourself, Carly. I'll be fine."

And with that, 9S heads on out.

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