WHO: Sarah Williams WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: Wednesday, August 31 WHAT: Working a little seamstress magic. RATING: G STATUS: narrative; complete
It had been some time since Sarah had to really put her costuming talents to work. She hadn't pitched in with a backstage crew in almost five months and boys didn't tend to need costumes to play act, unless it was a demand for Jedi robes to go with their lightsabers, and even those hadn't been a challenge. A denim jacket that had been sacrificed to flames for believability was a challenge, but it was one she took to happily, because she knew the jacket meant something to Peter.
Getting his jacket without him inside it had been tricky, but eventually she'd managed to do just that, then set to work with the various tools of mending scattered around her in the laundry room. She was mostly left undisturbed, but anyone who did wander in briefly received a smile and a short chat as she continued on with her task. She'd long ago mastered the art of multitasking.
Though the longer she took, the greater the chance the jacket's missing status would be noticed, she didn't rush as she cleaned and mended. The singe marks took a little creativity and some careful application of fabric dye and a few of the holes took some tricky stitching and a debate between an embarrassing number of black denim swatches – fifteen, actually, as she had been determined that at least one would match perfectly and make the repairs invisible to anyone who didn't have their nose right on top of the spot, or have superpowered vision – but eventually it was done. It would never be the jacket it had once been, but it no longer looked as though it had fought in a battle all by itself.
A little smug she hadn't been found by Peter before she was done, she snuck the jacket back to where it had been before for him to find it. It wasn't a secret she'd done it, by any means, but maybe, just maybe, it might be one of those rare times she'd managed to surprise him.