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[1mistress_nomaster]

Characters: Elizabeth Tudor, Open
When: Wednesday, 11th of April
Where: Apartment Building, Common Room
Rating: PG-13 & up
Summary: Elizabeth is sewing and pondering this strange new place. 

Lavi had been kind and done as he said. He'd brought her clean clothes (which weren't at all familiar, but they covered everything, from head to toe, and she still had her corset on), and sewing to keep her occupied. She hadn't sat and just sewn since she was a girl. All that had been expected of her then, was being a good daughter and do as the King said, be a good and humble woman for when she was to be married off. 

My, how things changed. Still were changing. She picked out a red thread, finer then anything they had in England, and threaded the needle. Her design was simple. A Tudor rose. A design she had done a hundred times. She knotted the end of the thread and pushed it through the material where it was held stiff on it's circle frame. Familiar, which was a God send in this place. Nothing was familiar. It was so easy to feel over whelmed, Elizabeth mused. But she'd faced worse things then this.

That and it was raining. Just like it did in England. So trying to conjure up a feeling of home, and of simpler times when so little was expected of her, she sewed. 

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[pencilpremonition]

Now here's a girl dressed in strange clothes, even blue jeans instead of a skirt. She cmes up to Elizabeth with a curious expression, shamelessly spying on what she's doing.

"You're sewing? You must be real good at it..."

[1mistress_nomaster]

She looks up, confused for a moment... A woman? Wearing... pants? That wasn't to include the rest of it.

"I- ah, well I haven't done it for awhile, but I figured it was something I could do to pass the time."

[pencilpremonition]

No corset either, and given the...freedom...of Becca's bosom, it seems she doesn't have anything on under that shirt.

"That's still cool, though. I sew sometimes. When stuff needs mended. I never learned anything fancy, though."

[1mistress_nomaster]

So she was becoming aware. In Elizabeth's own time, such a woman would be called the worst kind of Harlot. But Elizabeth was slightly bettered then that, and still uncertain about this place.

"Really? Your tutors didn't deem it important?" Well that was as odd as her clothes. "... But well I guess your father must of prided other things in your education."

[pencilpremonition]

"Tutors? When are you from, the middle ages?" she asked with a laugh. "I went to school. Sometimes. And my dad died when I was teeny tiny," she explained, though there was a haunted look in her eyes that suggested that perhaps the topic might be a bit sensitive if poked at.

[outsidehistory]

And Lavi had just found some rather good fabric on sale that would make a lovely muff or a scarf of some sort for the Victorian queen. Warm, white linen that would ordinarily be better suited for summer but was made so it was several layers thick and insulated grandly. Right now it's buried in the backpack he got around to getting once Sasuke had mentioned them as he makes his way to the apartment building.

He's surprised to see Elizabeth in the common room but gives her a grin, "Covering the common room in roses already?"

[1mistress_nomaster]

She looked up and smiled. "Ah, Lavi. Got to make the place feel like home some how... seemed this would be the best way to do it."

The first petal of the rose was done, in careful little crossed stitches. She pulled away to look at it. "Admittedly, it's been awhile, and the whole thing might go crooked on me."

[outsidehistory]

"I will be the first to admit this place needs a woman's touch," it had obviously been decorated by a man and was very dark with the wood paneling. "It seemed brighter before it was repaired."

He moves over toward her but is careful not to get her dirty, he's been working construction like a good rabbit but he's also smelly. "It looks good for a first attempt and we can always clip the thread out if it gets ruined."

[1mistress_nomaster]

"... A tapestry would be the best thing I could think of. It'll also keep it warm in the winter. But.. that's something I haven't done in even longer, or really ever learnt properly, or have the correct equipment to do so." Musing on that, she lowered her eyes back to her little piece of embroidery. "Or paintings might be better. I'm not sure."

"Ah, yes, probably. Until I get the hang of it again, it might take me awhile." She laughed, then gestured him closer. "Look at you, you're filthy, have you been working?"

[outsidehistory]

"I do not think that we could even get the equipment in here without them noticing from Credinta. That sort of thing is not easy to put together." Not that he doesn't agree that a tapestry would be nice in the winter, he'll have to look in the markets for thick rugs at least. But until then maybe some white paint? Or pastel blue? Something else to add to his list of things to do.

"Alma would appreciate the painting, he would be filthy by the end too." Lavi nods, shifting his bag off, "I had a long day at the site."

[doctor_dragoon]

Yukio came down the stairs with light steps, eyes focused on the entrance and obviously intending to go out. He was wearing the same long coat he'd been wearing when they first met, but with the addition of several pouches at the waist and a single pistol strapped to his back.

He paused when he spotted Elizabeth, offering a small bow and a polite "Heika" before smiling at her.

"Keeping busy?"

[1mistress_nomaster]

She gave him a nod in return, pausing in her work slightly. Quietly studying him, he certainly didn't look like a soldier.

"Yes, it's relaxing almost..."

She gestured to the gun. "Off hunting?"

[doctor_dragoon]

He nodded.

"Yes, actually. My brother is a rather good cook, but fresh meat is difficult to come by."

Bullets were also difficult to come by, but he was a good enough shot that that had yet to become a problem for him.

[1mistress_nomaster]

"... Is it?" She frowned thinking. Such things were not uncommon in the winter.

"I'm not sure what I can do to help you I am afraid. For some reason, my advisors never thought it a good idea to let me handle weapons." Something to do with her blowing their heads off in her rage, no doubt. Instead, she looked at the work in her lap, "but... if you need anything sewn, I'll be happy enough to do so for you."

[doctor_dragoon]

"Yes. It's difficult with the weather, and most animals don't seem to like coming this far into the city."

Yukio moved closer to peer at the sewing in her lap, coming away impressed. He'd never been one for such things, himself. Patching a simple tear was one thing, but complicated decorative pieces were another matter entirely.

"Thank you for the offer. It can be a challenge to keep things in one piece around here."

[counterintel]

Although it was unlike Konoha, Itachi's struggles were less to do with adjusting to the new surroundings, and much more to do with the fact that the friend he had helped commit suicide only two weeks ago was living, breathing and completely without the memories he had which had plagued his dreams ever since.

He'd intended just to get some time to himself, taking a few hours to explore the apartment block. He hadn't expected to run into anyone, but perhaps the conversation would distract him enough to help stop the thoughts of Shisui?

"... Morning."

She was dressed a little differently from what he was used to, but no one seemed to have the same kind of dress sense that he was used to back home. It was just one of those things, he supposed.

[1mistress_nomaster]

Elizabeth looked up at him when she heard him speak and blinked in surprise. Well, he was a pretty one, wasn't he? Different to any man in court, but similar to others she had seen here, perhaps that place Japan she'd been told of?

"Good morrow, my lord." Then realising she was half way through a stitch, she looked back down, finishing it off, pulling the thread up and away. Making the tension right before she looked back at him. "Would you care to join me?" Sitting that is, not sewing. He didn't seem the type to enjoy such pursuits. Laughing at that thought, she gestured to the chair opposite her for him to sit.

[counterintel]

Her greeting surprised him somewhat. The only lords he knew of were lords of a country, and he didn't think he could pass for someone like that in any world. All the same, she certainly seemed polite enough.

"To sit?" He nodded, looking over at the chair she'd gestured to and settling down in it. Instantly he let out a sigh, wondering whether Shisui would come looking for him. For now though, for now.

"What are you making?"

[1mistress_nomaster]

He was graceful, she decided. It wasn't a word she usually applied to men. But there was something about him that was cat-like and smooth.

"Yes, to sit." The pause didn't bother her so much, people were always hesitant to sit in her presence.

"The symbol of my house. A rose." The double rose, of York and Lancaster. "Just a little piece of embroidery, I couldn't think of anything else at the moment." She showed it to him, so far, only half the red was done, and to her pleasure, the whole thing hadn't gone lopsided on her.

[counterintel]

His smile was easy enough, and now that he was sat, actually it was easier to relax. Even though he could let himself sink back into the seat, he was still alert, attentive, prepared to protect not only himself but-- his new companion.

"Your house?" He questioned quietly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knee, looking at the thing in her hand. "We have similar symbols for our clans." He mused, reaching out his hand to get a better look at the embroidery.

[wineandwomen]

Cross had ventured over to do his weekly supply drop, check on his idiot apprentice and Elizabeth. This week, he had made sure to look for things that would seem familiar to Elizabeth; cards, dice, a backgammon game and checkers for amusement. His big and exciting haul had been an old, antique, winding phonograph. Lucia had spotted it for him when she was out one afternoon and while Cross knew of, and enjoyed the sound of recorded music back home... He knew the Queen would be interested in hearing the music of her era in such a unique way.

"My Queen..." Cross stood before Elizabeth, bowing to her before shifting to stand upright again. "I have a few items for you that I picked up on my supply run this week."

[1mistress_nomaster]

Minding her own business as she was, she couldn't help but smile when she saw him. Inclining her head before she looked back at her work to finish her stitches on the petal. The red rose was almost done.

"General Cross, you're too kind..." Really, she honestly didn't expect anyone to be so giving to her. These weren't her people or her subjects. As far as she could tell at least.

[wineandwomen]

"I and inclined to disagree with you, m'lady but I thank you anyway for your kind words." The exorcist pulled a pack around to his front, opening flap to dig around in it for a moment before retrieving a small square item. A framed print of a painting. Cross held it out to Elizabeth with a small smile on his lips.

"I found this the other day. It is you, a few years down the road but I thought you would like to see that when you return home you will be one of the greatest rulers to ever hold the throne of England."

[onemistress]

That took her back, and she stared at the little print. It was a portrait, but there was no paint. Of course people had minutes constantly but... this was very strange.

"... That is all any ruler can hope for." And she means it, mostly. It did take that ever pressing burden to not fail her father off her shoulders some. But not completely.

[wineandwomen]

He found replicas of so many famous paintings. Printed on smooth paper. Some in frames. Some with out and just rolled up in tubes. It wasn't a completely foreign idea to him, printing presses did exist after all, but the whole... Mass produced art was a bit starling when he first came across it.

"I know you will. And, so many after you will try to follow in your legacy as well. You are, have been and always will be, a wonderful inspiration for men and especially women for the rest of time."