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Fashion! Releasing Your Inner Superhero, etc. [Thursday, May 21, 1st period]
"Today we will begin the most important part of your costumes!" Edna announced as she wheeled in a hanging rack full of spandex body suits. Oh, you lucky people, you. (Don't ask how that last one snuck in there. It had been a Very Terrible Costume Concept.) "Measurements!"
She ignored any horrified looks or attempts to hide under tables. "Ms. Davis, my assistant," she nodded at Brooke, "and I will be measuring you so that the costumes you create for yourselves will fit! While you are waiting, come up with two preliminary concepts for your ensemble--include your logo from last week on one of them--and then ask a fellow student to critique!"
She made shooing motions. "Go! Scatter! Create!" She pointed at one student at random. "Except you. You get to wear Spandex first, darling."
She ignored any horrified looks or attempts to hide under tables. "Ms. Davis, my assistant," she nodded at Brooke, "and I will be measuring you so that the costumes you create for yourselves will fit! While you are waiting, come up with two preliminary concepts for your ensemble--include your logo from last week on one of them--and then ask a fellow student to critique!"
She made shooing motions. "Go! Scatter! Create!" She pointed at one student at random. "Except you. You get to wear Spandex first, darling."

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She was probably confusing him.
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Arthur looked up at her as if he expected her to say also, I'm a faerie while she was at it.
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Because, damn it, there had to be something that was easy to fix in this whole mess, didn't there? For certain terrifying values of 'easy.'
"Arthur?"
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"Never happened?" It was an offer, though it might have sounded like a question.
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"Those look nice," she said.
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"Good. What about you?"
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And was digging through her bookbag for her new version of her logo. "Come on, where are you..."
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A moment passed. Then Shilo looked up at her. "I haven't met you yet."
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Maybe something in silver?
Her attempts at design were pretty bad, as the girl hadn't an artistic bone in her body.