whole new world

[campanas]

Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.

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[manofmyword]

"Sorry, kiddo."

[campanas]

"I want go home. Door was supposed to home."

[manofmyword]

"Yeah," he says. "But it didn't. And I don't know how to fix it. Wanna hug?"

[campanas]

Pen flumphs featherily onto him and hugs him hard.

(Really quite hard, actually.)

[manofmyword]

He hugs her back, careful of the wings. He's a little surprised by how strong she is, even though she told him already, but she isn't squishing hard enough to break anything so he doesn't squawk.

[campanas]

Eventually she relaxes her hold some.

And then she lets him go and sighs again.

[manofmyword]

Yeah. It's a sighing kind of thing.

[campanas]

"What do if not fly?" she asks.

[manofmyword]

"Mm... we could play cards," is the first thing that comes to mind. And the second is, "While I'm thinking about it, do you want some more clothes? I don't think we'll find anything lying around that works with the wings, but I could make you some."

[campanas]

"Yeah! Only have these. Did not packed."

[manofmyword]

"Mmkay," he says. "C'mon down the hall and we'll see about designing something."

[campanas]

Pen follows him, somewhat cheered.

[manofmyword]

Fashion design is a cheering thing! At least, the Joker thinks so.

[campanas]

It seems to occupy Pen well enough. She describes which of the possible fastener-configurations that work for angels she approves of, and inspects his fabric supply, and approves enthusiastically of light floaty fabrics and lace trim. She wants a nightgown and a pretty dress (especially since she isn't going to be flying around too much) and a top and some pants that aren't as warm as her leathers. (It's warm here.)

[manofmyword]

He can supply all of these things! Everyday clothes first, then nightgown, then pretty dress. By the time he starts the pretty dress, he is beginning to yawn; "past my bedtime," he declares, and leaves the sewing where it is while he washes off his makeup and gets into his nightgown and flops onto a couch.

[campanas]

Pen sews fabric scraps together with no particular aim in mind and then she goes to bed too.

[manofmyword]

The next morning when she wakes up, Cindy is still asleep.

[campanas]

Pen considers waking him up, then starts looking for doable breakfast on her own.

[manofmyword]

The kitchen is very well supplied, but more with complicated things than simple ones. There's some more cookies in the fridge, though, and milk and cereal.

[campanas]

Pen doesn't really know the first thing about cooking. Hmmm.

She observes the picture on a cereal box, with the milk and the bowl - breakfast cereal is not an Eyrie staple - and manages to follow the directions and then dunk cookies in the milk while the cereal gets appropriately sogged.

She eats her sogged cookies and her sogged cereal and leaves her bowl carelessly on the counter.

[manofmyword]

A few minutes after she finishes her breakfast, Cindy yawns and sits up.

"G'morning," he says cheerfully.

[campanas]

"Hi. Do play cards?" Pen asks, since that was his other idea to make up for not being able to fly and they didn't get to it yesterday.

[manofmyword]

"Sure we can," he laughs. "Just lemme get dressed first."

He wanders into the sewing room and emerges a few minutes later wearing a shirt and trousers (purple and black respectively) and socks (green and purple argyle) and carrying a pack of cards.

[campanas]

"Are strange cards," says Pen, peering at them. "Not stars and apples and kisses and feathers?"

[manofmyword]

"Nope." He sits on the floor and fans out the cards in front of him. "Hearts, diamonds, clubs, spades," he says, indicating each.