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[wordstoliveby]

"This is Harry Hart. If you would please leave a message I shall reply as soon as I'm able."

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text; dec 4?? forward dated before i forget shhh

[whatdidisay]

You helped Miles with his uniforms, right? Can you modify other pieces of clothing? Like shoes. I've got an idea.

Sorry, Ivan Vorpatril. I'm his cousin.

oh god this is so late

[wordstoliveby]

Unfortunately, Mr. Vorpatril I don't have much skill in modifying footwear. I apologize for the inconvenience in that. Perhaps I might be able to assist in another capacity?

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[backsassin]

Hey. I hear you’re the guy to go to if we want work done on our uniforms.

I just need a really minor alteration. You got the time?

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[wordstoliveby]

As working as the ship's tailor is my job I can assure you that I do indeed have the time.

12/17; a package of sorts

[hohnkai]

A collection of stories about Vorthalia the bold, a barrayaran folk hero will be on the floor in the middle of Harry's room. The stories are heavy on the honor and heavy on the bloodshed! They are fun for all ages! There's a note on top that says, property of Ivan Vorpatril.

12/18

[hohnkai]

A copy of The Komarr Report, a strategy/military memoir written by Miles Vorkosigan's father, will be placed in your mailbox.

[warandpeace]

[This takes him absolutely forever to send, because he's not dated in a very long time. He fell off the horse. Waited for someone who never came- who took advantage of the waiting. He still feels a little stupid. Doesn't know if this is an obligation or not.]

[But maybe if they have some things in common, it would be nice to be a little social again. He misses that.]

This is Kazuhira Miller, Personal Defense Specialist.

[That's a shitty introduction.]

[Does he ask him if he wants to meet? He can't just leave it there. That would be idiotic.]

They matched us. Maybe you can tell me more about how things work around here.

[wordstoliveby]

[ Admittedly he reads over the message a few times, eyebrow raised. It saves him the trouble of tracking Mr. Miller down on board but doesn't provide the luxury of in person reconnaissance. ]

Harry Hart, ship's Tailor.

[ Personal Defense Specialist. Which means he has some sort of combat experience most likely. Interesting. ]

I would be glad to help, Mr. Miller. I've been on board for three months now so I do know a few things.

audio, Jan. 7th

[intherigging]

[Her voice is thin, a little reedy. She sounds almost as though she'd been crying, maybe minutes before the recording started.]

Mister Hart! Ah, Mister Hart, Eggsy... [A beat.] Eggsy just left me a...a very touching gift. If you, if you know something he might like, or can describe someone he left behind for me so I can paint them for him, or, or something, that would be.

Well. Please, Mister Hart, I'd greatly appreciate your help. Thank you.

[wordstoliveby]

I'm sure I'll be able to think of something for you to give him, Jackie. It must have been quite the thoughtful gift.

[ He pauses for a moment, thinking of the most delicate way to handle her teary voice. ]

...In my desk, in the top drawer, are some handkerchiefs. If you find yourself in need of one, my dear.

Package;

[commontype]

[A small box with this inside is placed at the foot of Harry's bed while he's at work. There's a note attached that has from Kazuhira Miller written on it.]

[warandpeace]

[And it's at this point Harry receives a slightly confused text.]

So you set aside a special mug for it.

[Let us see how well Harry can do math.]

[wordstoliveby]

[ It's a few minutes before harry responds because he does take a little time to puzzle out what happened. Then he remembers the mug that turned up in his mailbox, supposedly from Miller.

Fucking hell. He knows who this was. And now he's going to have to purchase some mugs so he can hide that one. ]

That may have been a bit hyperbole. I do have several cups for tea.

[ He's going to kill Eggsy for this. ]

[text]

[averagemedium]

I'm pretty sure I've got the right person, so- hi, I'm Ryan, I think I'm supposed to be helping you out?

But I'm not really sure how you do things or what you'd actually need an assistant for. If anything, I mean, it's fine if you don't! That's just what I'm apparently assigned to, I'm on cleaning duty too so you know, I've got that.

so. Yeah. Let me know, I guess?

[text]

[wordstoliveby]

Considering the growth of the crew over the last two months I certainly would mind any help I can get. Most people only require small alterations to their uniforms, though there is the occasional problematic request that requires more effort.

May I inquire about your tailoring, Mr. Farrow?

[Text]

[warandpeace]

Can I ask for a particular uniform alteration if you're not swamped?

[He has had a lot to worry about and hasn't wanted to bother Harry. He doesn't want to pester him with his ten tons of baggage.]

[Text]

[wordstoliveby]

Of course. Things are beginning to slow down again so you can stop in whenever you'd like.

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[commontype]

[Super early in the morning.]

Harry, just got the deets from Kaz. Gotta watch for a guy called Ocelot. Kay?

text

[wordstoliveby]

I'll make sure to be particularly careful around this gentleman. Don't do anything foolish if you have any encounters with him. Best to play things safe.

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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Hello. Aren't you the ship's official tailor?

[wordstoliveby]

Yes, I am. Harry Hart, at your service. Is there something needed altered?

[warandpeace]

[Harry's about to receive a string of texts. They're sent one after another.]

He didn't care about me.


People shouldn't throw me away. I did a good job. I was a good commander.


And I'm good at money. I could manage a business when I was 10.


And I'm pretty. He didn't give a fuck. He just ate his food. And the other one is here and he's being confusing.


I'm very drunk.

[wordstoliveby]

[ Well this is unexpected. And quite concerning. ]

I quite agree, you shouldn't be thrown away.

Shall I assume you're at the bar? I can come find you if you'd like to talk about this.

[warandpeace]

[There's about three clicks from Kaz, before he finally seems to actually leave a message.]

Tell me more about your job sometime.

I could use the distraction.

[wordstoliveby]

What part would you like hear about?

[warandpeace]

Do you like dogs, Harry?

Specifically huskies. I know they shed a lot, but they're good dogs.

[wordstoliveby]

I've never had the pleasure of closely interacting with a husky before.

[ He was partial toward small terriers, though he couldn't explain that without mentioning Mr. Pickle. ]

Though, yes. I do happen to like dogs.

4/16; mailbox

[forwardmomentum]

On the morning of the 16th, Harry will receive a hypospray of fast-penta in his mailbox. It contains two doses and the only information accompanying it is the label affixed to the hypospray.

[ if you have any questions about fast-penta, feel free to comment to that page or hit me up at runawayballista. ]

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[keelahselai]

You're the tailor on board, right?
I hope I don't have the wrong person or this is awkward.

[She is fully aware he is indeed the ship's tailor, but opening one of their first conversations with 'hey, do me a solid' seems rude, OK.]

text;

[wordstoliveby]

You have the right person. Harry Hart, at your service.

[warandpeace]

I've not seen you around.

[No one tells him anything.]

[wordstoliveby]

I've been rather indisposed, my apologies.

6/5; audio

[backsassin]

[The words are awkward, more out of inexperience than insincerity; Zam doesn't usually have to apologize to people they shoot and/or blow up. They had considered not sending a message at all given how belated it would be, but they figure they may as well make an attempt to prevent any bad blood from the incident, even if there's no guarantee of success.]

I believe I owe you an apology.

[wordstoliveby]

Does this mean that you're back to a sane state of mind?

[ It's not the first time he's been shot but it's never something he'll enjoy. ]

6/7; text

[intherigging]

[After about a week back, Jacky has found her footing enough to send her old roommate a message.]

Ah Mister Hart? It's me, Jacky. Seems I've been gone awhile and I were wondering ifn you know what happened to me effects?

[wordstoliveby]

Ms. Faber, I'm pleased that you're alright. Your sudden departure had me concerned. I took the liberty of storing your possessions in case you ever returned, I hope that wasn't out of line.

[warandpeace]

I was wondering uh... if you'd be alright just having a cup of tea.

Not so good at talking right now. But it might be nice to sit with someone and just have some tea.

[He's had a hard couple of months.]

[wordstoliveby]

Of course, Kaz. Shall I visit you or would you like to come to mine?

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[psychobabblery]

Excuse me. Would you happen to be the tailor I'm meant to assist? Or are job assignments as much of a charade as the contracts we've signed in the first place?

(OOC: if you don't mind purple text, let me know and she'll pick it up next tag.)

[wordstoliveby]

Yes, I am the tailor. And I can assure you that our job assignments aren't a charade. Or at the very least I do not allow mine to be one.

You must be Ms. Lalonde. I had thought to give you some time to properly settle in before putting you to work.

[ Go for it! I don't mind the colors ]

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[commontype]

Harry, you up?

[wordstoliveby]

Of course. What did you need?

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[disarmin]

Hello, I'm Armin, the fine arts instructor. I've been told you're the one to go to if I'm in need of a tailor.

[wordstoliveby]

Yes, that's correct. I assume you have a special request?