Fashion! Releasing Your Inner Superhero, etc. [Thursday, May 14, 1st period]

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"It is far too early," Edna grumbled as she stomped up to the students assembled in the Danger Shop with a cup of coffee almost as tall as she was. "People in the fashion industry seldom trouble with the bothersome morning hours."

She glanced around at the faces assembled before her. "I am Edna Mode, and you fortunate few have been graced with my presence for the precious time between fashions seasons," she announced. "Because you signed up for this class, you either have grand plans of becoming superheroes or have difficulty reading and understanding long words." Her gaze rested on a few students that she thought that might apply to. "Either way, it is far to much work to get out of taking my course. People pay me thousands of dollars to notice them! Why wouldn't you want to be here?"

She didn't stop to let anyone answer that.

"Today you will tell me your name--" she meant a superhero name, "and your boring alterego name if you have one. If I do not find the names to be suitable, I will give you another one!"

She sniffed. "And after that, you will design a logo for your superhero uniform." A snap from her finger and a logo appeared in midair. She smiled. "I do enjoy this room. This is an interesting logo! It is sleek, it has interesting colors, it has an "I" for Incredible for villains who can read...excellent." She'd designed it. "This is just as interesting. THIS is a crime against people with eyes," she snapped. "It's gaudy and pink and incomprehensible! Bah! Do not do such things!"

She clapped her hands together and tables full of fabric (and yes, more than a little bit of glitter. She'd taken the deluge as a 'we're so glad you're here' thing), piping, and very sharp scissors. "I will be walking around and offering critique on your choices, as will my assistant, Ms. Davis."

She clapped her hands together again. "Begin!"

Practical Etiquette, Period 3, Class #1 - Thursday, May 14th

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"Good morning," Lizzy said, clasping her hands behind her back and telling herself quite firmly not to be nervous. "My name is Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and I'm to be your teacher on the subject of Practical Etiquette."

( Explanations and Introductions )

"If there are questions, or if you should like to assist me in teaching this course, please do see me after class. And the lovely Miss Watson is available to you, as well, as she has been assigned as a teaching aide for this course." Miss Bennet had not actually met Miss Watson, but she had received a letter to that effect, and chose to believe it. She would hope that Fandom was not simply amusing itself at her expense once more. Instead, she pointed towards one student with an easy smile. "Would you begin for us?"

Magick on the Fly - Thursday, 5/14 - Period Four

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As her class came in, she smiled a little; it was nice to see familiar faces, after all, especially considering her recent troubled thoughts on the subject of teaching. It made her feel as if she was doing something instead of just standing in front of a room droning.

"Well, it's very nice to see all of you again, and I'm happy to see new faces as well. My name is Professor Garrett, though if you shout DCI, I will more than likely respond to that as well. I hold a ThD and have worked in the field of forensic sorcery for more than a decade of active duty. Suffice to say, I know the subject."

She walked from one end of the class to the other, glad she'd made sure to have their syllabi on their desks.

"Magick should always be done with consideration and foresight. Or rather, such would it be in a perfect world. Unfortunately, the world likes to get in the way with false leads, deadly dangers, and other such niceties, which is why you should always be prepared to do your magick at a moment's notice in some cases. This class is to prepare you for that eventuality: imperfect timing, imperfect tools, imperfect situations. This is rough and tumble sorcery, which is certainly no exact science, but I'm here to teach you the class so I like to think I know something on the matter.

"Today is just for introductions, however. Name, class or age as you feel comfortable, your experience with magick, and your experience with having to do so in less than optimal conditions if you might have such a situation you can share."

[ocd up!]

The library [Thursday, May 14]

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After the totes horrible fashion class (she was not blinding, thank you very much. She was quirky. Crazy old bat.), Claudia stomped into the library (no easy task in the turquoise stilettos she was rocking) and slumped behind the desk, where she planned to spend the day doodling terrible things dropping onto Ms. Mode's head.

Ha! That'll show her.

The library was open.

[OOC: And Claudia lost the OCD. It's probably under her pillow with a pound of Twizzlers and some pretzels.]

How to Dress Like a Pop Star [Class 1] [Period 3] [5/15]

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Class met in the Danger Shop, for various important reasons. One, it gave Vince the ability to manufacture lots and lots of moddable clothes for the students. Two, it meant Vince could have a classroom that looked more like a discotheque with multicolored light up floors and ceiling. Three, it allowed for changing rooms with full length mirrors on three sides.

Vince had his priorities.

"Right!" he declared, once the small (but intimate) class had gathered. It was of note that he wore a black t-shirt, a furry leopard print jacket, red leather trousers, and white boots with 'Vince' bedazzled on them. "Welcome to the first step in becoming absolute fashion icons. I'm Vince Noir, as you probably already knew. There are signed photos for each of you, over on the table there." He gestured.

"I don't really need an introduction, but I'll give you one anyway. I'm magnificent. There, introduction over. Now how about you all tell me a bit about yourselves?"

After the students did their introduction thing, Vince launched into a quick lecture.

"Here's the most important basic lessons you'll get, and they're both really simple. First off, is confidence. You know that story, the one where the Emperor buys himself a really great outfit, but it turns out he's just naked? Well, see, the Emperor got embarrassed, even though he was trying to be on the cutting edge of fashion. If he didn't get embarrassed, carried himself proudly, he could have started an entire new trend. You carry yourself well enough, you can pull off anything."

"The second thing ties in to that. Don't be afraid to take chances. People try to tell you real rules of fashion are just trying to confine things. Fashion is personal. Fashion is finding what works for you. Me, I'm gorgeous. I look great in a suit made of palm fronds. Whether you could pull that off, that's what you're supposed to discover in this class. Which brings us to the first of our weekly amazing activities: New Style time!"

Vince gestured at the racks of moddable clothes.

"Now, you've got a great amount of brilliant tops, bottoms, shoes, accessories, everything. I want you to partner up and help each other embrace a new style. This style will be picked by me, each week. This week, I want you to combine two ideas. First, the raver culture. You know, fluorescent colors, glow-in-the-dark jewelry, and things kept light and breathing so you don't overheat from all the dance. That, combined with pirates. You know, big tricorner hats, peg legs, eyepatches, yo-ho-ho and all that. I expect you to have fun with this, so go ahead and have at it!"

"Oh, and I know there's an odd number of students, so... one of you can volunteer to come to me for help. We'll have great fun."

[ooc: Wait for OCD, please! OCD up, have at it!]