Title: Workshop | Author:Sheena Bandy | Rating: G | Word Count: 568 | Features: Alise, Ragdoll, Lilith and Seven
Summary: The PM dolls on their usual kind of day.
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Small black feathers littered the floor as suede mittens flapped delicately limp wings, making the bird seem almost alive. Alise watched quietly, flapping the arms of her Cheshire cat doll in a similar fashion, though her actions remained unnoticed to lil’ Ragdoll. The tree above them shook slightly, several of its leaves falling to join the feathers on the floor. Alise looked up to see the yellow yarn hair falling over the face of the confused Lilith, hanging by her strings from one of the lower branches. How she’d managed to get herself caught in such a manner is always a mystery to Ragdoll and Alise, but Lilith wouldn’t be able to explain it, so neither of her friends asked.
Ragdoll silently placed the fowl on her soft cloth head and shimmied herself up the waxy trunk of the houseplant. Surely Lilith would learn at some point in the future. They just had to patient and helpful in the meantime.
The puppetry fell with a wooden clank on the floor as Lilith climbed out of Alise’s gentle arms, surrendering her intrusion of Cheshire’s rightful place.
“Lil’ Lilith,” Seven sighed, appearing as if from thin air behind the smaller house plant, “Have you had another moment?”
Lilith reached for her chipped cross and raised it to Seven’s waiting fingers. She soon rose up into strong hands and carried toward the workshop. Ragdoll swung down from the branch, her bird falling to the floor with a thud, and quickly followed Seven’s intentionally slow footsteps.
Alise kicked bemusedly at the bird with her foot, careful not to contract the odors that would accompany lil’ Ragdoll for days to come.
Ragdoll caught up with Seven and lightly pulled at her long kimono. Seven’s large hands reached down and pulled the orphan doll from the cold floor and into warm, welcoming arms. Lilith seemed to still be pondering the cracking of her cross and the tearing of her dress as they were both placed down on the workshop table.
“How long had the bird been still?” Seven asked gently, reaching for the cleaning rag she’d used on lil Ragdoll so many times before.
Ragdoll shrugged, as always, as the damp cloth and soap began to wipe down her fabric hair and small paws. Lilith soon pulled the cross onto her shoulder and carried herself to the supply box. Seven continued her meticulous cleaning of her boarder as Lilith returned with a spool and needle, handing them pleadingly to her friend.
Seven reached for the sealant and began repairing the strings and wooded cross that had been damaged in Lilith’s tumble from the tree. Ragdoll took the needle and thread in her hands and began repairing the rips in Lilith’s dress. Lilith pushed her hair back into its perfect position and examined Ragdoll’s work on her skirt. She had a few creases in her skirt from the wear and tear she’d put the perfect little dress through.
Seven sanded down the wood finish and wiped the surface clean. She examined the masterwork of her lil Ragdoll and lifted the two orphaned toys into her arms. Soon the sound of ticking caught her attention and she released the girls to the floor before scooping up lil clockwork for her daily winding.
Lil Ragdoll took Lilith by the hand and led her from the workshop. Clockwork didn’t like the other toys to see her gears.
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