Superheroing Fashion Show- The auditorium, Friday after classes

[captainliberty]

The stage of the auditorium is done up with a dark-looking backdrop of a city at night, and there's even some dramatic lighting going on. There's even a very pretty silver runner on the catwalk that's shown up, just so everyone has something to follow when they walk out. And a smoke machine, just because hey, it looks cool. However, since it's Fosse the janitor working the machine, there might be a lot of smoke at some times.

Captain Liberty's in costume when she takes the stage, microphone in hand. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Superheroing Fashion Show. We have a great bunch of very talented people here who are learning how to fight and defend the common good, so why not show your appreciation for them, their future work, and their fashion choices!"

And, maybe she should have checked people's outfits beforehand, huh? At least made sure they were decent? Oh, well, it can't be that bad.

[OCD is a coming up! Everyone's got their own thread to strut, so work it. Audience, please wait for the Superheroing student to ping into their thread before reacting.
Also, showing everyone to this post with a reminder to only attack those who signed up for it. As stated in the post, only throw things that won't make too big a mess or hurt anyone.]

Comments

Re: Seely

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette made up some water balloons. They were filled with enough water to burst on impact, but the rest of the balloon was filled almost to overflow with white flour.

She launched one of these at Seely now, aiming for his chest, and she snickered and hunckered back down in her hiding spot behind the audience.

Re: Seely

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

After making a note of where the balloon came from, Seely calmly started brushing flour off his chest and continued strutting. Revenge could wait.

Re: Seely

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Drats! The strutting peacock!

Annette launched a handful of stringy wet noodles at him, hoping they would stick to his mask all dangly and wet-like and just plain icky.

Then she ducked back down, snickering in her little hiding spot.