CMO 2018 EDITION

[eonflamewing]

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[cmbr]

It seems like there might be another factor to Doll's skill with origami - that was a really fast process to produce a complicated bunny, and she's sure that it couldn't be done within a short time. Maybe Doll used magic or some kind of extra technique to skip steps; it's something interesting to consider.

And it's a beautiful thing, too. To be able to make such art easily... it's similar to what she wanted to do originally, but one hardly has time to pursue something so trivial in this day.

She sits down so she can peer at the bunny more closely.

"How'd you learn to do that?"

[hollowbutnotempty]

Doll seemed pleased enough to be asked, sitting back down to grab their little device again. They pressed a button and selected some little icon which enlarged on the screen, turning white before pictures and text appeared, most all in the language Doll had been translating from with their book. Being used as a quick means of simple communication like a tiny typeable whiteboard, was clearly not the limits of its capabilities. Doll tapped some of the text, expanding list items, navigating a menu, an index of some kind. Then they put a finger to the screen and swiped it aside, and the display's contents moved along with it, sliding over to show something else, and then something else again, and then Doll offered it forward more for her to see, having found what they were looking for. As they tilted the device toward her, the screen's contents rotated to be right-side-up from her perspective, as though it mattered much, regarding the text she couldn't read.

It was a series of step-by-step instructions on how to make the little paper rabbit. The language might not have been familiar to her, but the illustrations were very clear, to the point where translating it wasn't even necessary for someone to follow along on their own. Doll touched the screen and pulled the contents up more slowly than when they'd been flicking through things a moment ago, and the drawings made it clear that the little rabbit was actually far simpler a pattern than one might have assumed.

That still didn't negate any suspicion as to the relative banality of Doll's paper-folding abilities, though.

On one hand, it was entirely possible that Doll's hands had obscured her view, and they'd simply been folding quickly thanks to long practice, even to the point of creating shortcuts, condensing several steps into one motion, like forming the ears by pinching in the sides instead of folding the paper diagonally, experience helping Doll's fingers guide the paper's edges to the center and its corners to their destinations. Perhaps the steps had become muscle memory - a task, or series of tasks so often repeated that it became automatic, no longer something which required conscious thought to perform, but a mere impulse to accomplish.

On the other hand, it was hard to rule out the possibility; it had been folded quickly, and she hadn't gotten a clear look at the process. It could very well have been the case....

Doll pretty well offered her the device, and gestured to the little squares of paper on the table. Maybe she wanted to try it for herself, making one of the jumping rabbits? It was certainly a fairly simple-looking process, now that it was laid out for her in pictures....

[cmbr]

The responsiveness and capability of Doll's device doesn't escape her attention, either. It was similar to the many touchscreen devices employed by the Academia, but this was of a model too expensive to be offered in mundane homes. Why did Doll come to possess it? Maybe it was made by a more advanced family, or a rich one. All very interesting questions.

"I'll give it a try," she nods to Doll, before pulling one of the pieces of paper closer so she could work on it. Crim is good at following instructions, but doing origami is very far from her usual work and she takes a bit of time to orient things together. Doll's dexterity meant that as a homunculus it would be crafted to quite a high degree... if she could copy the improvements.....

At this point Eve comes back with a roll of tape in its hands. It sets the tape on the table and looks at Doll expectantly.

"What's this for?" Crim adds, pausing in her folding.

KICK ME IF I DISAPPEAR FOR TOO LONG AGAIN, PLEASE?

[hollowbutnotempty]

Doll smiled again, giving Eve that gesture of touching a hand's fingers to their chin, like blowing a kiss, and picked up the tape. They glanced up at Crim, clearly up to something and not explaining what just yet, as they peeled a little off, then set the roll back down while curling the tape up into a small, sticky-on-the-outside tube. They grabbed a butterfly, put the tape on the underside, then turned and eyed the nearest wall.

Doll's gaze traveled up a bit more, and then they got up to go to the spot they'd settled on, tilting their head a bit, looking it over... and very deliberately stuck the bit of origami there.

Their grin was plain to see in the shape of their large eyes, demeanor almost teasing as they quickly attached another bit of tape to the next butterfly, and the next, and turned to add those to the area too. What did Crim think of this?

To be fair, Doll didn't look to quite be placing them randomly. They were all facing roughly the same direction, the plastic child swiftly ordering them into something like a swarm, trailing them up higher, standing on tip-toes to get a last few inches up. They paused to look back at Crim -- no objections? It wasn't as if they couldn't be easily enough removed, with so little tape being used in the first place, after all. But if she seemed to be fine with it, Doll would happily continue, placing the new little decorations into a swarm that trailed around that wall, implicitly going under any frames or windows that they would've interrupted -- the illusion was simple enough, just don't put any butterflies on those areas already occupied, and carry on like they didn't exist otherwise.

Doll didn't, however, involve either the non-butterfly shapes they'd amassed on the table, or that one more colorful butterfly sitting with them. Those were for something else, it seemed.....