#⸻ ✧ 𝐃𝐑. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 : ‘ tbd ’ .

[dellarosula]

╰ ✧ ˖ @incitomniaveritas asked:

[PROP DESIGN] - It's hard to make a set on a budget, and that’s where you come in. Show off your own artistic skills by lending a hand to make some props!

From the tarp layer out, all kinds of props were laid about with a sheet of paper keeping track of it all. The props under scrutiny were all of a previous drama troupe wares, and all needed minor fixes. While the previous owners had handled the wobbly legs of prop furniture, had sewed faux cushions and clothes properly, and maintained their props that held forms of energy, they did not extend that courtesy to anything handheld. Banged up suitcases, wooden prop swords with their silver paint peeling, and umbrellas with strange bends from carelessness. From under the violet haired man's arms could be seen a firearm of some kind. With its more slender build and hearty stock, it could be classified as a sports weapon had it not been labeled with red and orange paper at the barrel and grip. Its golden body is sleek with minimal scratches, and it has many accessory bits made of the deep blue hued wood of the forests nearby. It gave a hollow ring as the wooden accessories clicked and loosely held themselves in place. He found the issue. It was falling apart because the wood was dehydrated, shrinking and chipping it. After all, that's why he's here. He notes it down on a sheet of paper between them. "Miss di Rosula, Veritas Ratio." He greets. "I await any ideas you have for this props future lifespan. It's a worthwhile design, able to comfortably be handled by teens and adults alike. But I'm unsure about the wood. Making it fully metal, though, would hinder some actors from handling it in the future." With the prop sitting next to them, stripped of its problem pieces for inspection, he adds: "And I apologize for having your group overseeing this matter. But with the realistic aesthetic, handling carelessly could cause unneeded... stress."

"A pleasure," comes her greeting in turn, features fit with a smile. "Please, no apology needed. I'm always eager to offer the Spina's expertise!"

A finger comes to rest upon her chin, tapping idly as she studies the dismantled replica. Its prime days are well past, leaving it largely too flimsy to convince anyone of its legitimacy the moment a wielder might thing to move with it.

"It can hardly keep itself together," she observes, sliding one hand beneath the barrel and curling the other around its heel. Careful to aim no higher than the floor, prop weapon or no, Navia raises the rifle to position. Pieces jostle about, betraying the seams where it has been meant to be taken apart for storage and now no longer fits together quite right. A click of her tongue, disapproving.

"To make it fully metal would certainly weigh it down too much, but as is, it's quite a bit too light." Simply musing aloud as she shifts about, swapping the weapon from one shoulder to another, pressing her cheek to the aged wood of the stock. "A little weight would go a long way-- hold it together better, sure, and make it easier to convince a kamera. "

Lowering it once more for inspection, Navia drags a finger along the line drawn down the handguard. A contemplative hum before she's prying it apart, peering down the holes drilled clean through the center. A too-thin dowel, previously the connecting piece, clatters miserably to the floor.

"Some weights in here, maybe..." A pause, a shake of her head. "And some better glue for the next dowel."