Dovie’s Sip & Sew Hangout
Date: 2025-10-01 22:02
(Dovie’s Sip & Sew Hangout)
[Wed Oct 1 2025]
The Booze Emporium – Wine
This is the heart of the vintner’s craft. Rows of polished wooden racks cradle bottles like treasured keepsakes, each label a promise of distant vineyards and careful hands. Soft, amber lighting pools over the displays, drawing out the deep reds, golden ambers, and pale blushes in the glass. In the center, a handful of polished tasting tables stand ready, set with gleaming stemware and small bowls of crackers for cleansing the palate. The air carries a mingling of oak, fruit, and faint earthiness, as if the room itself remembers the soil from which each wine was born. At the far end of the room, a discreet digital checkout is available for customers who wish to make purchases.
[NW] Beer Selection
[W] Specialty Liquor
[N] Spirits Selection
It is about 60F(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Mayflower and Oakwood
Matthew waves at Jakem, “Hey what’s up?” he asks, motioning him over, “Gonna get in on this pizza?”
Jakem shakes his head “Already ate, watchin’ my weight.” he says as he moves to settle. “We’re working on clothing right?”
Dovie nods at Jakem. “Yep! That’s right. Opening this place up for tailors to gather, work on projects, swap tips, and chat. Drinks are available if you want too,” she gestures towards the collection of bottles and glasses.
“It’s a whole eighty inches,” Matthew notes to Dovie, “Shiloh don’t play when he maing the food.” The weight comment earns a second look, more appraising Jakem’s figure without much argument. “Yeah, working on costumes for down the line.” He notably does not have any fabric to work with but he is about to pour himself a drink. “Malin,” dusky eyes shifting Malin’s way, “What do you want?”
Malin nods in agreement with Matthew about the pizza making man. She waves to Jakem as Dovie returns with him, and then looks over the beverage options. “Not the blood,” she notes, not very helpfully. “How about some mead.”
Dovie chuckles, nodding at Matthew and Malin and Jakem. She has a whole bolt of cloth spread out in front of her, but instead she scoots over towards that giant pizza to fish up a big slice on a paper plate, careful to keep it away from the fabric. “What are you working on, Jakem? A halloween costume?”
Jakem leans back a bit in his seat, folding a large overcoat over his lap. He has no utensils, just a weirdly purple fur lining that needs attaching to the interior it seems. “Huh, oh no. I aint made for northeastern cold weather, so this little baby is gonna keep me sahara-hot.” he says confidently.
Great minds think alike, Matthew is already plucking that up for himself, pouring out two glasses before returnign to Malin’s side, passing her one. “What–” he starts to ask but Dovie’s beat him to it, looking over in Jakem’s direction, tossing out a second question, “are you doing again on Friday, you said a concert down in the Forest in Aurora, right?”
Malin gasps as she realises, “I haven’t even thought about a Halloween costume yet.” She smiles at Matthew and tells him, “Thank you.”
Dovie chew-chews that airy, crunchy slice, polished down a few bites rather quickly as the others chat. She eyes the purple fur with curiosity.
Matthew nods at Malin, “Yeah, I don’t know what pokemon, what costume, what anything I’m going to do this month!”
Jakem scratchs his cheek as he regards Matthew “Huh, oh it’s more an artist that was seeking someone to set up the venue for them. They requested a showing at the Forest of Dreams. I thought it’d be suitably Wondrous, so the boss put her weight behind the whole thing.” he grins “And now I got two days to set it up. The artist was asking about me getting ‘royalty’ to show up though.”
Dovie hums at Matthew, “Surely there’s a cow-type pokemon? To go with the Moo-thew theme?” She looks between Malin and Matthew. “You could match! Or someone could be a shiny version.”
To Jakem, the Fairchild inquires: “What’s the Forest of Dreams?”
Jakem blinks a bit “Wow, I’m getting asked that a lot.” he says to Dovie “It’s one of the great wonders of New Haven.” He smirks “I’d go into more details, but I haven’t actually been there. I imagine it’s something akin to the World Tree, but you know, smaller.”
“Is doing a Pokemon a ‘would you rather’ question?” Malin wonders of Matthew sort of uncertainly, tilting her head to the right. She starts to laugh at Dovie’s suggestion.
Dovie chuckles at Jakem. “So singular tree forest?” she teases before giggling at Malin. She pulls out her cell phone, beginning to scroll through her google search. “Google says there’s a Miltank? And Tauros, but that looks a bit more like an ox?”
Matthew nods, listening to Jakem, brows perching higher at the information shared. “Oh. So who’s the uh.. artist?” he asks, and then glances toward Malin, grinning. “Is this like, would you rather be charmander or jigglypuff” Then he lifts a hand, “or pikachu, and there, now those are all the pokemon I knew. I didn’t grow up playing it!”
Jakem frowns “What’s the difference between a cow and an ox? Aren’t the female oxen cows?” he asks as he tries to peek at Dovie’s phone.
Dovie flashes her phone screen at Jakem. “I think a cow is technically female and a ox is trained to be a work animal.”
Jakem glances to Matthew “Ophidia? Some greek dancer I think, or something like that.” he comments off handedly. “I guess she’s a pretty big deal back home. So what about your thing on Saturday? What’s that entail?”
Dovie wipes her pizza-fingers on a napkin, making sure they’re extra clean before she picks up her embroidery and starts to stitch.
Jakem nods to Dovie “Gotcha, so like the general term is bovine. Cow’s are gal’s, and the boys are bulls?”
“That’s not quite what I meant,” Malin says to Matthew as he makes some comparisons that differ from her earlier thought trail.
Dovie nods at Jakem. “I’m no expert, but I think so? And I think the jobs are different, maybe?”
“I think cows are also female oxen, yeah,” Matthew says, without really knowing, it just probably ‘sounds right’ to him. He nabs a corner piece, nodding for the name, “Oh yeah? Ophidia, sounds, uh…” he glances to Malin, and Dovie, “Either of you heard of this Ophidia person?”
Dovie shakes her head at Matthew, turning her gaze to Jakem. “What kind of art does she do?”
Malin shakes her head at Matthew. “I’m not familiar.”
Jakem scratches his chin “I’m pretty sure she’s a dancer. She better be, because that’s what I’ll be setting up for her.” He looks to Malin “I thought you’ve been to Greece?” he asks accusingly.
Dovie starts doing a patterned cross-stitch. “What’s their MyHaven?” she wonders.
Jakem says, shaking his head, “Just got to the city I think, haven’t set one up.“
“I have been to Greee, I thought we were talking about some new to New Haven person who just arrived,” Malin says to Jakem, squinting as she’s clearly hardly paying attention. Then when that seems to be true, she looks more confused. “What does me having been to Greece have anything to do with someone who’s just came into town?”
Jakem looks suspiciously at Malin as he pretends to fiddle with the overcoat “If you’d been to Greece you’d know who Ophidia is. Since you don’t, one must wonder; has Malin really been to Greece like she claims?” he shakes his head a bit “I’ll have to ask Ophidia if she spotted you there.”
Dovie looks back and forth between Jakem and Malin, eyebrow raised, still stitching away. “I mean, one person can’t possibly know everyone,” she points out before nodding to Jakem’s purple fur fabric, “So you’re making a winter coat then?”
Jakem nods to Dovie “Yeah, but it’s Greece. It’s like the size of…” he grasps for something that may or may not be appropriate given his lack of geographical knowledge “Wales.” Another place he knows nothing about. “Everyone in Wales knows everyone else in Wales, so Ophidia’ll probably recognize Malin. If indeed Malin is who she says she is.” A new conspiracy theory to add to the pile regarding Malin.
Entirely confused, Malin peers at Jakem, shaking her head slowly. “There are probably like… thousands of Ophidias, aren’t there?” she wonders aloud, appearing a bit bewildered at this point. The more Jakem speaks, the most concerned she’s growing. “I mean…” Now, she reaches into her handbag to retrieve several items.
Matthew sits back listening, taking in the discussion about the country and he then says, “You talk about them as if they’re a god,” he points out and can’t help but grin at Malin, “Do you have a passport from Greece, babe?” then over at Dovie, “Sounds suspicious, don’t you think?”
Malin starts flipping through passport after passport, looking for that stamp from Greece. “She wouldn’t know me by that name…”
“I’m pretty sure Greece is much larger than Wales,” Dovie opines, like a geographical wet blanket. She blinks at Matthew and Malin, eyes opening wider at the amount of passports brought out… “Oh goodness. What’s your Greece name, Malin?”
Jakem nods, pulling out his phone and taking a picture of the passports “I’ll ask about all the names. And I’ll ask her about all the Ophidias, see if we can set up a cross-reference bit where some Ophidias know some of the Malins or something and maybe they gossiped.”
“Last time I visited Greece…” Malin tries to recall that last visit, but then something in one of those passports catches her attention, and she declares, “March fourteenth, two thousand sixteen. I was Eva Tamm from Estonia,” she informs Dovie, and then nods to Jakem to encourage him in his plan. “Yes, do that.”
Matthew isn’t seeing anything new, but Dovie’s reaction to it has him grinning, clearly proud of Malin’s ingenuity. He stands back, enjoying the show that is the Swede trying to figure out which identity matched with Greece. “I want a picture of this Ophidia before I agree to go meet some stranger demanding a royal.” He nods.
Jakem glances to Matthew “So you think you’ll be able to make it to her show?” He looks to Malin “Eva? Does Eva know you’re posing as her? Also, doesn’t Eva have more brownish hair than you?”
“Eva Tamm,” Dovie reiterates, stopping to unspool an errant stitch.
“Not Eva Tamm from Estonia,” Matthew tells Jakem, amused, he still isn’t committing to showing up, but does say, “I’ll try, but I have another engagement that evening.”
Jakem nods to Matthew “A picture? Shit. You shoulda said so earlier.” He squints “Allright, I’ll see what I can do. “Oh, what’s your other engagement? We can drop by after the performance.”
Malin holds up another passport and wiggles it in her right hand triumphantly. “In nineteen sixty eight I went as Aisling O’Brien,” she shares before replying to Jakem, “Eva is a platinum blonde.”
Matthew pulls his phone, studying the screen, “There’s a cabinet of Curiosities at the new shop Arachne just bought, Phantasmagoria. I’m going to be going there,” he explains to Jakem. “But sure, maybe you all can stop by there, instead.”
Jakem nods firmly to Malin “I dunno if she’s old enough to know her, she seems pretty young. I mean maybe my age?” he comments, scratching at his jaw.
“I’m only eight,” Malin assures Jakem.
Malin coughs, “I mean, plus… seventy-one…”
Jakem glances at his phone “Eight decades is still older than me.” he informs Malin.
Dovie sets down her sewing to help herself to another giant slice, which she devours, rather quickly.
Malin gasps, “Oh, wait… Dementia is setting in. I just had a birthday.”
Dovie pauses, “Wait, maybe I have dementia too. I was AT your birthday party…”
Malin asks Jakem curiously, “How old are you?” Then, she looks to Dovie with a broad smile. “We’re twinning!”
Matthew suddenly laughs when Malin explains this, “You were at the birthday party,” he expclaims at Dovie after her realization, “It was all the Faelords playing tricks,” is insisted. Then to Jakem after scanning his phonem “Fairefield.”
Jakem checks out his phone “Oh yeah, i was curious about that place.”
“A baby,” Malin cries out about Jakem. “How cute. Anna was looking for babies earlier, I think,” she shares as her blue-grey eyes narrow.
Jakem says, with a furrow of his brow as he peers over his phone, “No advertisement or shop info set up yet. Huh. Oh hey, you all been to the New Haven phone booth?“
“Was she?” Matthew asks Malin and then to Dovie, “What kind of costume you thinking of working on?” He glances towards Jakem, shrugging, “Uh, you mean the speakeasy?”
Dovie blinks at Malin. “She what?”
Malin winks at Dovie. “Indeed we are.”
Matthew says “Or the one at the parking lot? “
Dovie looks at the others, puzzled, chewing her slice some more. “What’s so special about this parking lot and phone booth?”
Jakem nods to Matthew “Oh, so you know about it? I accidentally found it while I was climbing over a wall. Weird setup.”
“It was some top secret secret she thought she could talk about in Japanese earlier, but nothing is ever a secret when you decide to talk about it publicly,” Malin informs Dovie. “And I commented on it, and then she ran out the door, flushing quite a bit. So… I don’t know, exactly… I don’t even speak Japanese. I just recognised the word for ‘babe’ so I thought I should act like I understood.”
Jakem says “I was too lazy to look for an entrance, so I climbed up the wall and all of a sudden I see this place called the VIP session in the middle of a parking lot atop a wall. I figured it was a joke.“
Matthew shakes his head at Dovie, “Nothing special that I saw at the parking lot,” he says but look sover to Jakem, “And I assume you’re talking about the underground speak easy that’s…” he frowns, “I don’t even remember where it is.”
Jakem nods to Malin “I do that all the time to her. She probably thinks I speak Japanese cause I recognized the word for cemetary now.”
Jakem smirks to Matthew “I have no idea how that works. Some weird magic. Like the speak easy is underground, but I got to it by climbing up a wall.”
Matthew hums at Jakem, head shaking, “Not sure if it’s the same place, honestly,” he says, pulling his phone. “I need to see…”
Matthew says “It’s really understated, Vie owns it… has an absinth lounge. “
Malin laughs as Jakem relates, and she nods. “Bravo.”
Jakem hmms to Malin “So you were just pretending to understand her when she was saying all that antiestablishment propganda to you?”
Jakem smirks “She was really concerned you were gonna bring the establishment hammer down on her.”
“Huh, well a hidden speakeasy sounds cool,” Dovie concedes, “And that’s awesome! I want to check it out some time then,” she tells Matthew before blinking in surprise at Jakem. “Malin? As the establishment?!”
Matthew squints at Jakem, arms folding over his chest, “What do you mean anti-establishment, what kind of stuff was it?” He look sat Malin, “What’s the establishment you control?”
Matthew says “now I’m thinking it is the parkinglot and I forgot how to get in…“
Matthew just shakes his head, “I swear it’s through the phonebooth. I probably should have been dialing random numbers.” His eyes shift back to Jakem, “What was the easier way? It’s crazy that our paths crossed without ever crossing there.”
“Absolutely I was,” Malin replies to Jakem, head bobbing along with her words. “It’s way more fun to not understand and just pretend you do, because you can give them certain expressions in the way your face is stationed their way and they crack and give you more information, typically.”
Jakem hmm’s “Oh, I saw an ad for the place pop up on my phone… Yesterday I want to say? So I decided to check out why they’d be advertising for a parking lot. I figured whatever they were advertising for was on the other side of the wall, but I was too lazy to look for a door, so I went over it.”
Malin shrugs at Matthew. “I have no idea.”
Jakem nods to Malin “I usually just guess based on context. Like I had a corpse in my backyard, and it was gone, and she started talking to me in Japanese. So I told her thanks for getting rid of the body.” he shrugs “Which was apparently what she had done and was telling me about.”
Dovie’s eyes dart back and forth before she asks of Jakem, “Why did you have a corpse in your backyard?”
Matthew can’t help but laugh at Jakem’s story and looks over at Dovie, nodding in agreement with her question.
Malin winks at Jakem. “Precisely,” she agrees.
Malin chuckles, and tells Jakem, “That’s really funny about the body, though.”
Dovie makes a bit of a face, chasing away the thought with some wine.
“Malin, do you have any new fun additions to the trunk?” Dovie asks, pivoting.
Jakem nods to Malin with a little smirk “Yeah, I dunno what I was thinking with that guy. I was all like ‘lookit me, fae detective gonna solve this murder’ and dragged it into the bedroom to examine it. Then I got bored, and wandered off.”
Matthew’s head tips aside, “Why was it in the bedroom?” he sounds entirely sincere and reaches for another piece of pizza.
Malin gives a nod to Dovie. “I have a new selection of chocolates. Did I tell you about those ones?”
Malin narrows her gaze at Jakem once again. “That’s… an interesting protocol for a forensics analysis.”
Dovie shakes her head at Malin. “What kind? Milk not dark, I hope. Milk chocolate is highly superior to all other kinds.”
Matthew speaks a moment too late, Jakem already explained why. “Oh… I can’t say I’ve ever played Fae detective but sounds kinda like the thing to do.” He clears his throat, adding onto the topic of parkinglots. “I started thinking about how cool it’d be to have some kind of pop up runway show there, or a drag race or something.”
Jakem shrugs to Malin “It was my first time. I’ll do better next time.” he says. He looks curiously to Matthew “Oh, I’d love to do more popup events. Less planning, more fun.”
Malin leans in to reveal the secrets of her latest chocolates selection.
Dovie leans towards Malin.
Jakem wrinkles his nose “ugh, waste of good chocolate.” he comments, shaking his head drearily.
Matthew nods at Dovie, “Yeah, I was thinking maybe on Saturday,” he says and then points to Jakem, “I’ll never forget your skateboard pop-up event. That was fun!”
“Are you planning on taking Dick Ransom out of his job?” Malin asks Jakem, before going, “Or… Buck? Buck Ransom?”
Malin nods in agreement with Matthew about Jakem’s skateboarding event.
Dovie blinks at Malin. “I’m not sure if that’s genius or evil…” Her attention snaps back to Matthew and Jakem where she giggles. “Dick Ransom? A cousin of Bucks perhaps?”
Jakem grins to Matthew “Oh that wasn’t a pop up event, that was a long and arduous plot of dire vengance at those who would dare wrong me.” he says jovially. He nods to Malin “I suppose I could. Just need to commit a bunch of crimes, then solve them before he does. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
Malin smiles ever so sweetly at Dovie, and then she provides Jakem with an approving thumbs up.
Jakem nods firmly to Dovie “Pretty sure. I mean I’ve never actually spoken to my arch rival or anything, so I don’t know how she took it precisely. But I got some second hand info that said she was peeved and ready to murder. Which is usually a good sign.”
Matthew starts laughing, “I just remember tagging her door,” he says, including Dovie in on the tale, smiling her way, “We drew dicks.” This is a point of pride, somethign that earns a few series of nods as he reaches to drink more of the mead. “And then we kept all jumping between the buildings, and then the person he was getting back, well, came running out with a gun…”
Matthew says “Arachne talked her down, got us off the roof, I got a skateboard. All in all a great time! “
Matthew just opens his mouth and gently waves his hand around, “I wanna say there were… easily ten to twenty people there on this person’s roof by the end of it?” He glances at Jakem, “right?”
Malin is grinning as she listens. “I took an accidental nap on the rooftop, too… Oops.”
Dovie laughs, “Sounds like a lot of drawings,” she muses. “That was probably a lot to get painted over. If it could be removed.”
Jakem nods to Matthew “I think you flew around it pretty well, we topped out at 15 I want to say. Though you’re right, people were running back and forth so it was difficult to get a full head count. I think Arachne spoiled the fun by talking down the victim.”
Jakem looks to Dovie “Lyksae? Have you met her? I haven’t. She’s my arch nemesis. Or was. We’ve still never spoken.”
Matthew waves it off, “It went perfectly, I thought,” he says, explaining to Dovie, “Jakem here–” he thumbs toward Jakem, “bought a fuckin’ spite building for this entire thing! The skate park, I’ve been meaning to go back, too.”
Dovie shakes her head. “No, I’ve never met a Lyksae. How did you become arch nemeses if you’ve never met them?”
Jakem nods to Matthew “Yeah, that was a good purchase. I really need to spruce it up a bit though. We had to throw it together pretty quick.” He looks to Dovie “Oh, she booted me out of my faction for excessive corruption.” he comments offhandedly.
Malin covers her face partially with a palm as she listens to Matthew, Dovie, and Jakem.
“Ohhh right,” Matthew says, nodding a few more times, “I totally forgot about that part.” He then explains to Dovie, “This was the Hand, back when it got couped by it’s only human!”
Jakem tilts his head “Don’t you help run my faction?” he asks with a suspicious look at her. “You are Dovie Fairchild right?”
Matthew says “Jakem would have stood in the way of her ascension to VP so she booted him out! “
Dovie grabs another slice of pizza. “Plus, I don’t know who Lyksae is. Someone before my time, then, perhaps.”
Jakem nods to Dovie “What made you want to join our esteemed ranks anyways?” he asks curious. He smirks to Matthew “Blah, a poor assumption on her part. I’ve already been Hand boss for like a week. Huge pain. Do not envy this Gabe chap.”
Matthew glances at Dovie, “Yeah, this was before you joined, like… I wanna say back in August,” he explains, “Possibly end of July?”
Dovie nods at Matthew and turns to Jakem, humming. “Well, I’m fae. Most of my family is. It makes sense. We have these supernatural talents for a reason.”
Matthew waves Jakem off, “Yeah, I dunno if that’s totally why, that was my guess–” he then informs Dovie, “I too am coming for Buck Ransom’s job as a detective. But first I’mma be a monarch.” That hand is motioning next towards Malin, “Faes are bae, it’s just the truth, so why would we be anywhere than the Hand?”
Jakem nods to Matthew “Sounds about right. I mean her stated reason was that I was too corrupt for the Hand.” he grins, like it’s a badge of honor. “But I guess current management doesn’t concur.” He nods to Dovie “Huh. I guess that makes sense.”
Dovie nods towards Matthew respectfully. “Of course, Your Most Benevolent Bae King.”
“Well, I mean, I’m not in The Hand,” Malin says to Matthew.
Dovie eyes that purple fur again, asking Jakem, “Have you handled working with heavy fabrics before?”
Jakem nods to Malin “Why aren’t you in the Hand? You know if you don’t do your part the mortals will conquer the world and reveal your true age to the variety magazines.”
Matthew points towards himself and says, “Oh, Jakem, I’ve been meaning to bend your ear, get some answers on somethings.” A hand is gestured back, “In Bayview there was that kidnapping thing–” his head tipepd in Dovie’ direction, and caught off by someone words. It totally derails him as this very obvious thing is made clear. “Oh… you’re not,” he says, not surprised, “I knew that, just…” and laughs at himself, shaking his head. “I forget that like, we dont’ do all the same things!” There’s a sheepish smile at the admittance and then it’s back to Jakem.
“I’ve been wanting to know who set that up in Bayview, and why, never got a chance to properly ask anyone about it.”
Matthew points towards himself and says, “Oh, Jakem, I’ve been meaning to bend your ear, get some answers on somethings.” A hand is gestured back, “In Bayview there was that kidnapping thing–” his head tipepd in Dovie’s direction, and caught off by Malin’s words. It totally derails him as this very obvious thing is made clear. “Oh… you’re not,” he says, not surprised, “I knew that, just…” and laughs at himself, shaking his head. “I forget that like, we dont’ do all the same things!” There’s a sheepish smile at the admittance and then it’s back to Jakem.
“I’ve been wanting to know who set that up in Bayview, and why, never got a chance to properly ask anyone about it.”
Malin shrugs at Jakem. “Ain’t nobody got time for that,” she simply says.
Jakem nods to Matthew “Oh yeah, we were trying to kidnap you to brainwash into becoming our cultist. But it didn’t pan out because I forgot we organized the kidnapping, and I guess someone foiiled us before I wandered over to colelct you.”
Dovie blinks in surprise, glancing between Matthew and Jakem.
Matthew stares at Jakem, measuring the man’s words and then huffs out laughing. “Well…” his hands spread, “I guess the Court kept my brain free, but like, it’s hard to brainwash a Montrose.” Is it Matthew, really? “That’s our specialty, after all.”
Jakem shrugs to Matthew “Eh, it’s just a turn of phrase. We don’t really have the facility to do any good brainwashing bits. But you know, we’re a cult so we gotta say we brainwash or the other cults won’t respect us.”
“Hey,” Matthew says, no arguments or qualms with the prospect, “I get it. Every great movement has a bit of brainwashing.” He waves it off, “So it was definitely something, I just like keeping a finger on the pulse of things. Any of your folks end up getting poisoned at the festival?”
Matthew says “Cristal, you, and… Annabel, were there any others? “
Jakem shakes his head to Matthew “Nah, I just kinda ate until I was full and then stopped. Gotta watch my figure and all. Didn’t end up involving myself with the pie, but Anna’s investigating it or something.”
Jakem tilts his head “Huh, oh I don’t remember. We’re like the fourth most populous faction now. Hard to keep track of.”
Matthew tips his head, listening, his glass is topped off and then he checks on Malin’s, offering her some.
Malin holds up her glass for Matthew to fill and then she tells him, “Thank you, babe.”
Jakem says, checking his phone, “Yeah, she’s got sights on the person in Redstone that poisoned it.“
“Interesting,” Matthew murmurs, glancing towards Malin and back to Jakem, “I heard something about that earlier today.”
Dovie checks her phone. “I’ll probably call this in about twenty or so, no pressure.”
Matthew says “I met the Director and she told me about spotting the hobo I was looking for. “
Malin nods her head gently as Matthew shares.
Jakem frowns to Dovie “Who counts as a good mentor?” he asks. He looks to Matthew “Oh you already have some intel then?”
Matthew shrugs his shoulders, “It was, well…” he look around and says, “well, the peasants were doing it, so itsn’t exactly nice. But there was whiskey and beer, and it was for the homeless and this homeless problem has been really plaguing us. Like–” and he starts pulling a face, “there was apparently a hobo eating from the dumpster? Malin and I were talkinga bout putting poison in the trash to solve the issue and then, the hobo leaving the pie… so I decided to see if they’d been keeping tabs on the homeless population.”
Jakem nods to Dovie “Oh that’d be great, I could sure use help with costuming for some of the stuff I run>”
“I can give you some tips here and there if you’re starting to get into tailoring,” Dovie tells Jakem before her glance goes to Matthew and Malin. “I think some people do that, it’s called… being a free-gan or something? But yes, I think it comes from poverty.”
“I think they’re only called freegans when they are also youtubers and social influencers,” Matthew tries to explain to Dovie, waving it off, “but some of the hobos actually eat from the trash and, well, I don’t want it to be in my neighborhood. Anyway, so I went and turns out they had seem the hobo I was looking for, out in Redstone.”
Malin doesn’t comment on the hobo topic.
Dovie frowns, nodding. “I hope we find the person responsible soon.”
Jakem hmms to Dovie “I mean my preference is to get someone to do the seamstressing for me, but they’re in short supply and most of my people are more… I dunno” he makes a whimsical gesture “Artistic.”
Jakem nods firmly to Dovie “I was more looking to hire someone that does that sort of thing full time. God knows we have a lot of costuming.” he comments with a shrug. “But I suppose I can learn some stuff to fill in while we look.”
“I’ve been wanting to find a stylist,” Matthew tosses out towards Dovie and Jakem, “I think everyone looking for tailors and stuff.”
Jakem smirks to Matthew “Rank doth have its privileges.”
Matthew grins at Dovie, “Perfect, thanks.” He wainks at Jakem, “It’s good to be king.”
Dovie checks her phone again, deciding. “I’m going to close up shop for the hang, but thank you all for coming! And feel free to take drinks with you if you’d wish! Plenty of extra.”
“It was fun to catch up,” Malin says to Dovie warmly.
Jakem smirks as he stands up, having made no progress on his coat to speak of “Well thanks, this was productive.” he looks to Matthew “I’ll see you around. You can’t evade my kidnapping attempts forever!” he says in dastardly tones. He looks to Malin “I’ll ask Ophidias about Eva until I find one that knows some.”
Matthew nods at Dovie, “Hey, thanks for doing this,” he says, smiling sincerely, “It was perfect and I finally got to ask Jakem all the questions I’d had for him.” Jakem he reaches out towards, looking like he’s gonna dap the other man up. “It was good to get a chance to talk to you.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Malin says to Jakem with a smile. “There can’t be that many Evas in the world, after all,” she lies.
Dovie chuckles, “I’m glad it was helpful. Good to see you all and thanks for coming! If you know of any aspiring tailors, do send them my way! I’m open to mentoring.”
Malin grins widely at Dovie.