unforutnately, my computer is too old to use discord without getting a new one (or doing a lot of complicated computer stuff i'm not good at) :( its been a real pain on multiple fronts. i can't even use skype anymore bc my OS isn't supported
You can use discord on your browser if that helps at all?
nope! won't function. i tried, trust me
Do you have enough room on your phone for the app?
unlikely, but i do have to upgrade my phone soon anyway so that's more of a possibility
I was a bit worried about discord initially, since everyone I knew was using it for voice chat, but it works just fine as IRC too, so.
Unrelated, would Symanda like an assistant? I have a homebrew zombie developing who seems fashionable.
i'm sure she'd be happy to take another fashionista under her metaphorical wing ^^ she wouldn't want another zombie to go through the isolation she experienced before she found the Muertekings. plus i'm sure she'd appreciate the help, i bet her workload is increasing with all the new members!
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"grey would be the colour if i had a heart" ~nin ❤️
Chanterelle was a stylist before they got infected. They are very good at finding bargains on supplies.

Sometimes in unconventional places.
I think mainly they´d need to have a chance to play around and be a bit creative to be happy, just seamstress work would bore them. They became a zombie by accident, and it is possible they could be cured, but they feel after seeing everyone they know shun them for becoming infected, they just couldn´t really come back from that. Having customers drop them might´ve made them reconsider, but by then it was too late and their professional reputation was ruined.
A look where you can see everything a bit better:

sounds like they are both creative tinkerers so they should get on just fine :) (and great head layering! loving how you put the telescope in the back too)
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"grey would be the colour if i had a heart" ~nin ❤️
What do you think Symandas workshop looks like? (Thank you! I was trying for something like a dump, lots of random stuff)
i would think there is lots of random stuff she has picked up along the way (heh sounds like me) as well as fabric bolts and smaller swatches/scraps, half-finished prototypes, pictures and inspiration plastered all over the walls, and a few different spots to work, eclectic lighting, but kinda bunker-like? like, low-ceiling, no windows, that kinda thing. which might make sense if they've got an underground workshop in lower Ziara? hopefully she organises her recycled trinkets with a little more order than me! so i would imagine organised chaos? but i'm sure she knows where everything is, or she would spend too much time trying to find that one thing that would work perfectly for that jacket for the new guy...
i honestly don't remember much about what else i've previously written about her apart from bits of her original description, so i think that works in with her story? otherwise i've just gone and described most of my own workshop lol (without the organised part. and the underground part). i'm not used to spending so long on one HA/character, normally i just make it and then that's it, it squanders in my saved HAs until the end of time XD
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Need emergency limb replacement after that Zone 3 factory accident,
but the foreman will be sacked if he signs any compensation forms?
Someone to install those cyber-eyes you could barely afford off the black market?
Human offspring has a cough and the non-employee appointment waiting list
at the BMCo Cares Clinic is already nine months long?
You have parts that don't belong on you? Want different parts, no parts? Lots of parts?
You, my friend, need to come see Doc Ripsaw. Nobody pays more than they can.
You a bad zombie gangster, flush with untraceable burner credit sticks, or a briefcase chockablock with blood-spattered BMCo Scrip paper bills? You want a cranial weapon implant subdermed, or just in for a reload? Illegal Milspec reflexes and multi-band optics like the Forty Three got? Piston-action carbon fibre robot arm that can punch out a Sewer Beast? Want four arms, ten eyes, bat wings, cyber sabre teeth, a ten-inch whatever? You, friend, don't ask for no diploma, Ripsaw don't ask for no signatures. Doc Ripsaw don't ask no questions.
... what do you mean, 'anaesthesia'?! That's for the smoothies, my friend, you think Ripsaw made of money? Try to lie still and be quiet.
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(including one highly-illegal military compressor ripped out of a 43)
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You find yourself deep in the under-zones, in a basement beneath a condemned building;
the rhythmic thump from the towering speakers is drowning out your racing heartbeat.
Maybe you're so nervous because this is a terrible front for extremely-illegal private operatives. Maybe you're worried you shouldn't trust a security corp your tiny startup could afford. Maybe, says an anxious little inner voice, she'll know straightaway the "John Doe" is really just you. Perhaps your mind begins to wander. Perhaps your leg is still shaking. Perhaps it occurs to you, clever intellectual you clearly are, to wonder if your important data, (you may be nervous enough to touch the data card again, but you'll feel like a rookie) is going to be carried by an actual zom- no, Unliving, you're better than that, or if they just use those guys as knee-breakers for the intimidation-factor. Perhaps you wonder if the whole gang could be Unliving from top to bo- perhaps you suddenly wonder what she looks like under the obvious holo-disguise Your leg is definitely shaking now. There's no good place to rest your hands.
Oh, the song's started. She's looking right at you, move your feet! And try not to touch the data card on the walk to the DJ booth.