She sings! She dances! She can help you pay your taxes!

[seemstressed]

Name: un: Taru
Date: Feb 13th
Format: Video

_{[When the feed connects there's nothing to be seen other than a standard sized, wooden chair in the middle of a meagerly furnished dorm room. Soon however a rather petite figure comes into view, one with a cute face and rather large, pointy ears. She can't be more than three feet tall by the looks of it and once she's clambered atop the chair she's left standing on it, only to thrust her arms dramatically in the air for a big wave, a high pitched voice following the action.]}

Hullo! I'm Tataru Taru but just Tataru will do. Twenty one summers old and at your service!

_{[That's right, she's just fun sized. Her arms drop to her sides as she continues.]}

Now I know I haven't been here for very long, but I realized rather quickly that not many here have heard of Lalafell. No I am not a Fae, nor am I anything but a fully grown lady - we Lalafell are simply a small, youthful race - and quite successful might I add, especially when it comes to trade and magic.

_{[She gestures to herself, pointing to her chest.]}

So, for those curious Monsters and Witches out there, not only am I a Lalafell lady but I'm almost a whole Yalm in height. Quite tall!

_{[And she's proud of it too. Now that that's out of the way...it's time for The Hustle.]}

Anyroad, since I've to make a home for myself here and have only found part time work...I wanted to offer my services! Surly tax season is creeping up on everyone, yes? Keeping track of finances and spending, either business or personal, is my specialty! I'm also a very skilled seamstress. If there's something you need made I can sew it! Cooking? Cleaning? Mining? Juggling? Entertainment in the form of song and dance? I can do it all!

If you've any questions don't be shy! Send me a message or come say hello when I'm working at Precogstitchin' or The Sly Seadog! Hope to hear from you all!

_{[With a smile and big wave she's hopping off the chair, only for the feed to cease a moment later.]}

Comments

[metalcrusher]

[so sorry, tataru... hope you figure out how to adjust your volume soon, or get the nerve to tell him to turn his voice down.]

A JACK OF ALL TRADES. FABULOUS! I LIKE THAT. YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY AVENUES FOR REACHING YOUR FANS, AND MAKING GOOD MONEY WHILE YOU"RE AT IT. I'M NO SEAMSTRESS, BUT I'M PLENTY EXPERIENCED WITH RUNNING BUSINESSES AND ENTERTAINMENT.

[Successful! But still bad! Not that Mettaton would have the perspective to give the truthful reality of his bad business choices. Nobody else thinks it was bad, for some reason...]

THIS IS WHERE I START TO ASK QUESTIONS FROM A PERSONAL LEVEL, RATHER THAN A BUSINESS ONE. TATARU, DARLING, ARE YOU CAPABLE OF MAKING CLOTHES FOR PEOPLE WITH VARIANT BODY TYPES...? I'VE BEEN DYING TO FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP ME SEE MY VISIONS REALIZED. BUT I'M A BIT CHOOSY.

[seemstressed]

I can make anything...but are you capable of speaking a bit more softer? I've sensitive ears.

_{[They're big, so...y'know.]}

[metalcrusher]

... WHY DON'T YOU JUST CHANGE THE VOLUME.

[He saw her ears, and... Oh, you know what? He'll accommodate. Mettaton switches to his other signature voice: smooth, and of a reasonable volume.]

Does this suit your fancy?

[seemstressed]

Much better, thanks.

_{[There's a bit of a smile in her voice now, if he bothers to listen for it. Really, he was hurting her ears.]}

So, let us talk, shall we? What sort of proposition did you have in mind?

[metalcrusher]

Splendid. Now, where was I...? Oh yes. I have the ambition of redefining fashion here in Aefenglom... As it stands, they're so slow to develop new trends. Fake flowers, feathers, and layered hair has been a staple for some time now. And if you ask me, it's time to push forward. ...With something that really shines!

[Shines... like... glitter. He's thinking about glitter.]

As a performer, I would be among the most PERFECTLY suited to displaying your work! But for my own personal tastes... I have a real fondness the flattering, and the dazzling.

[seemstressed]

Well luckily for you I hail from Ul'dah, a place known to start fashion trends that grip the entire realm by storm. Are you offering yourself up as a model then, is that it?

[metalcrusher]

Oh, my. You make me weak in the knees.

[Never mind that he's not in a form with knees at present. Tataru doesn't know that.]

I'm absolutely offering! Of course, I wouldn't expect modeling your work payment enough for you. Instead... I'd be more than willing to fund your independent fashionable pursuits... In exchange for your very best, cutting-edge work! I adore having some show-stopping variety. I always want to look my best.

[seemstressed]

Careful now, don't go falling over.

_{[How dramatic.]}

I see...well, if that's the case I see nothing wrong with taking you on as a personal patron. You'll only receive the best work from me, I can assure you of that.

[metalcrusher]

I'd expect nothing less, beautiful. Consider me in aching anticipating, for our first get-together... Which will be soon, undeniably. If you say you work at Precogstitchin', we'll easily cross paths!

[Bonus detail that may relieve Tataru, once she ends up meeting the android himself: he can remove his shoulder guards now. A whole new world of fashion has opened up to his ease, and to the ease of a seamstress.]

And perhaps I could talk a song out of you. I'm endlessly charmed by talent... And you're a charming one, yourself.

[seemstressed]

_{[Thank god for that. Even if she could work around them it'd be really fucking annoying to have to fit fabric around shoulder guards...]}

I'm always open to singing for those who wish to listen.

[metalcrusher]

Fabulous. As it stands, I adore the quality of your voice.

I look forward to meeting you again, gorgeous!