fandomhigh | Functional Fashion, Thursday, June 19

Class was, again, in the Danger Shop, although this time it was set up almost like a laboratory -- sleek, pale grey walls, a long counter on which stood bottles and vials and jars. Along the back was a display case, in which sat...

Superhero costumes?

"... Good morning, class," Lulu said, eyeing the set-up of the room a little suspiciously. "Today, we have a special guest lecturer joining us. She has come highly recommended to me for today's topic: disguise. Specifically, she focuses on how to hide one's identity when using one's... skills in public, most especially skills that could cause one to come under... investigation from sources by which one does not wish to be investigated.

"There are some of us here, in Fandom, who have abilities beyond the 'norm' for many versions of Earth. Some of us are not even from Earth, originally, and yet we find ourselves here, now. When travelling, there might be times we wish to use our abilities, to get ourselves involved in something while wishing to keep our identity unknown. That is when we look to disguise as a function of our clothing -- something to shield our identity while we work.

"Today," Lulu continued, "each of you is going to work with Ms. Edna Mode, who will guide you through the process of designing a costume that reflects your abilities and your personality. If you don't possess the kind of abilities about which I'm speaking, be creative: think about the skills you possess, and how they might suit the kind of role we're thinking of today.

"After all, today everyone gets to be a superhero." Lulu paused. "Or a supervillain. You will find no judgment here."

[... I have been looking forward to this class since the beginning. :D OCD ~~will be up in a moment~~ is up!]

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Chad looked down...and down...at Miss Mode and considered this carefully.

Whatever it turned out to be, Chad was feeling slightly glad Teddy wasn't around to make fun of him about it.

"Um. I got this arm thing? It can't obstruct that," he offered.

Edna looked up... and up... at Chad, and then very quickly hopped up on the counter to peer at him, now about three feet closer than she was. Still not tall enough, but whatevers! "An ARM thing! Marvelous! A punch? A transformation? An energy bolt? Tell me, dahling, super-lycra or super-spandex?" A sketch took shape as she talked, then two, both thrown away at random. "Does it need support? Shielding!"

"Uh, well, no," Chad said, still trying to get over how wee tiny Miss Mode was. "Well. The arm is a shielding. Errr...hold on."

Chad took in a breath as he stepped back a little. His right arm drew back as well, and, as he gathered his spirit energy, smoke started to collect around it. He then brought it forward in a sharp jab and the hard red and black armour encased it almost quicker than the eye could discern, although the trailing smoke from the limb left a good indication of it. Chad tried to wave some of it away with his other hand before presenting the arm with a flex.

"See?" He knocked on his forearm a little. "Hard as rocks. So I guess nothing with sleeves, 'cause that'll get in the way. And no spandex, so I guess that other one."

Edna's eyes crossed as she tilted her head around and around, fingers flying as she sketched his arm from every angle. "Darling! How original! FANTASTIC! Yes, yes! And sleeveless for freedom of movement, absolutely." Red and black ink now, to continue the colors from the arm. "And no, we do not want your costume to ignite with that smoke or kinetic energy. A SPECIAL fabric for you, dear boy. Non-ignitable, breathable, but meldable, yes yes I am brilliant! Now. Mask, or no mask?" She tilted her head one way, trotted closer, then trotted back, scribble scribble. "Recognizable, or not?"

"Uhhh..." Man, she was quick. Chad had a bit of trouble keeping up, missing half of what Miss Mode said, but he caught the last part.

"Um..." He blinked, with a quick flash of an image of a Hollow, and that settled it good and quick.

"No mask."

"Excellent darling, excellent, put yourself out there! Now, hmm, you do not need other weapons, so the belt it is out!" She threw one preliminary sketch over her shoulder, returned to scribbling in a nanosecond. "Bold lines! Tell me darling, how tall *are* you, dear?"

"Ummm..." Chad tried to remember what he put down on his last portfolios. "Six six last I checked, but I think I might have grown," still, "since then, so maybe six seven?"

Which had him worried about how that extra inch might be thought of at his callback...

"Ah! Perfect. More emphasis on the leg lines here, hmm, cut away at the shoulders to play up muscles there, mmmm, darling, collar, or no collar? If you can decide on that, and you like Crimson Glory and Midnight Black, I believe we have Our Design!"

That question was an easy one. "No collar. Unless it's really nice and loose." The woman worked in spandex, though, so Chad figured that was unlikely.

"Then we are Done!" Edna bounced forward and held up the sketch, red and black, sleeveless with diagonal cuts at the neckline and shoulders, smoke-and-black designs on the legs, with little arrows pointing to 'resistant fabric', 'stretching points' and 'boots!'

"Oooh. Boots."

Because, yes, those were the important part.

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