[for as long as Tek watches her, the girl seems entirely fixated on drumming, almost as if in some kind of trance. it isn't until he passes by her that she glances up--but the look is very brief, and it does nothing to disrupt the constant rhythm of her drumming, and as far as Tek can tell, absolutely nothing about that changes when he enters the tent, either.
the inside of the tent is lit mostly through an open ventilation hole at the highest point of the construction--through a few piles of lit candles and spools of small lights are placed here and there where they seem the most helpful. because at first glance, the whole thing seems like a mess and it's hard to tell where one should be looking first--is it the chest full of scraps near the door, the drawers overflowing with belts, the sets of strange half-armors hung up against the wall? perhaps the shelves stocked with folded-up clothing, or the literal piles of things--not all of which seem completely like clothing--vaguely sorted into barrels and crates and mounds around the perimeter of the shop? but Tek, having an eye for hoards, will appreciate the aesthetic in place here. it seems disorganized, but cozy. shiny things peek out and sparkle from hidden corners and high shelves. bits of color spring out from otherwise dark outfits. it invites the viewer to explore, the kind of arrangement that makes one's fingers itch with a desire to sort and discover.
also of note are a couple of pieces of furniture--a half-covered, low table in the middle, and a couple of chairs that look like they're more for displaying clothing than actually being sat in. at the far right side of the tent, there's a mattress with some pillows and blankets mingling with piles of unfinished projects, making it hard to tell if that's actually for sleeping or if that, too, is somehow part of the shop display.
but really, the immediate thing of interest is probably Tonic--who is on the left side of the room, crouched on one knee, pinning the hem of a shirt on a woman who is half-hidden behind a folding divider. today, he's dressed in a long, black dress, made from some soft-looking fabric that ripples and drapes like water whenever he moves. the sleeves are long, but the collar is nearly off his shoulders, revealing that mangle of strange scars that would otherwise be covered. the dress is cinched at the waist with a corset that's been heavily embroidered, and the earrings he's picked out are these impressively large, twisting things that resemble loose, thorny brambles in a way that is both beautiful and a little dangerous-looking.
his hair is combed all to one side, draping towards the good side of his face. his makeup is heavy, as usual, but also artistically done. he took some liberties with his lips today, painting the good side solid black, and the bad side with mocking, vertical stripes that taper off to a thin point.
the girl squeaks and ducks back behind the divider as soon as she catches someone entering... but when Tonic looks over, expecting another customer, his intent expression is quickly replaced by surprise, which is overtaken by a wide, half-grin in seconds.]
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the inside of the tent is lit mostly through an open ventilation hole at the highest point of the construction--through a few piles of lit candles and spools of small lights are placed here and there where they seem the most helpful. because at first glance, the whole thing seems like a mess and it's hard to tell where one should be looking first--is it the chest full of scraps near the door, the drawers overflowing with belts, the sets of strange half-armors hung up against the wall? perhaps the shelves stocked with folded-up clothing, or the literal piles of things--not all of which seem completely like clothing--vaguely sorted into barrels and crates and mounds around the perimeter of the shop? but Tek, having an eye for hoards, will appreciate the aesthetic in place here. it seems disorganized, but cozy. shiny things peek out and sparkle from hidden corners and high shelves. bits of color spring out from otherwise dark outfits. it invites the viewer to explore, the kind of arrangement that makes one's fingers itch with a desire to sort and discover.
also of note are a couple of pieces of furniture--a half-covered, low table in the middle, and a couple of chairs that look like they're more for displaying clothing than actually being sat in. at the far right side of the tent, there's a mattress with some pillows and blankets mingling with piles of unfinished projects, making it hard to tell if that's actually for sleeping or if that, too, is somehow part of the shop display.
but really, the immediate thing of interest is probably Tonic--who is on the left side of the room, crouched on one knee, pinning the hem of a shirt on a woman who is half-hidden behind a folding divider. today, he's dressed in a long, black dress, made from some soft-looking fabric that ripples and drapes like water whenever he moves. the sleeves are long, but the collar is nearly off his shoulders, revealing that mangle of strange scars that would otherwise be covered. the dress is cinched at the waist with a corset that's been heavily embroidered, and the earrings he's picked out are these impressively large, twisting things that resemble loose, thorny brambles in a way that is both beautiful and a little dangerous-looking.
his hair is combed all to one side, draping towards the good side of his face. his makeup is heavy, as usual, but also artistically done. he took some liberties with his lips today, painting the good side solid black, and the bad side with mocking, vertical stripes that taper off to a thin point.
the girl squeaks and ducks back behind the divider as soon as she catches someone entering... but when Tonic looks over, expecting another customer, his intent expression is quickly replaced by surprise, which is overtaken by a wide, half-grin in seconds.]
Tek! Darling, it's good to see you.