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!"

Comments

Re: Design your logo!

[bitchprince]

"It's not." Arthur said, considering their teacher, then considering his paper. "I think I may have preferred last semester's, but I'll live." He had to give Yzma credit: at least you had a chance of spending the entire class wrestling a creature of the deep instead.

Re: Design your logo!

[thatsamilkshake]

"Last semester's?" Francine asked. "I got stuck into a class last summer that I hadn't signed up for; I thought my mom had done it. After going completely insane."

Re: Design your logo!

[bitchprince]

"Don't worry," he said, dryly, "I'm sure it's whatever higher forces control our enrollment that are well-supplied with hallucinogenics. I was in-- 'Management Theory'."

Re: Design your logo!

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine thought about that. "Well, you're a prince. It does kind of make sense that they thought that might be a good class for you."

Re: Design your logo!

[bitchprince]

"I have servants to tailor my clothing for me," Arthur retorted, "This is just redundant."

Although he prided himself in his steady drawing hand, of course.

He had no idea about the mun cackling about spandex.

Re: Design your logo!

[thatsamilkshake]

"I meant the Management Theory," Francine said. "...Merlin sews?"

Re: Design your logo!

[bitchprince]

"Not in any way that should be allowed to see the light of day," Arthur said, firmly. "Management Theory had very little to do with 'management'."

Although Arthur had gotten hip with the part where you got to yell at your servants.

Re: Design your logo!

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh." Francine frowned. "Okay, not so useful, then. Still, not every class has to be useful." She grinned again. "Fun is good too. I mean, it's not like I'm really a superhero."

Re: Design your logo!

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur agreed, "You're not." Kind, Arthur. Really. Classy. "Which isn't a bad thing," he tacked on, possibly slightly too late.

He'd met too many women who wanted to beat him up lately.

Re: Design your logo!

[thatsamilkshake]

As inconvenient truths went, it wasn't all that inconvenient, since it wasn't like she expected anybody to think of her a superhero, let alone Arthur, who she mostly just didn't want to think of her as an idiot.

She shrugged. "Nope. I liked being able to fly, but I can live without having powers or some special destiny thing." Though she wouldn't say no to being good at something that was any help at all when crazy dangerous stuff happened around here.