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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."

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The little grin should say something.

"Good. What about you?"

"Good! I'm loving Criminal Justice so much. And the teeny moose today are just way too cute," Dinah said, stretching out her arms. She grinned. "What's put the smile on your face?"

She shrugged.

"I talked to my dad on the phone the other night, I'm meeting Griff after glass for a game in the preserve," she admitted, "and I talked to Leto."

She leaned on one hand.

"Also, I got to practice my French with one of the moose this morning. It definitely helped my wild-life vocabulary."

Edited 2009-05-21 16:43 (UTC)

"Did it help?" Dinah had to ask, because hey, Canadian moose, maybe French-Canadian? "Could they understand you?" She looked thoughtful at the other stuff Fiona mentioned, and decided to go with the first thing first. "How's your dad... doing?" She paused. "Okay, that's weird in context."

"Well, we were speaking English at first, but I mentioned I was rusty with my French and he offered. They were exceptionally helpful."

Almost oddly so.

"My dad is... all right, I guess. We mostly talked about me. He wanted to make sure I was doing all right since the change of plans and he asked me if I was making friends. He said Eliot was doing all right, but that they hadn't talked."

Which was a relief.

"Apparently, he's somewhere in the Indian Ocean right now. He didn't mention much else."

Well, he'd mentioned his cat was having hairball troubles and wouldn't be brushed without nearly removing his hand, but she didn't think Dinah needed to know that. It hadn't really come up so much as Fiona had asked for an explanation for the creative swearing.

It sunk in for Dinah that yes, Fiona could talk with the moose. Unless she had a much better deadpan than anyone else. "Seriously? You can talk to the adorable moose?" Delighted, Dinah asked, "Did they say if they were staying?"

Oddly, that sounded exactly like what any dad who cared about his daughter would talk to her about. Which was really sweet. And that was another cognitive dissonance moment there. "Your dad's in the Indian Ocean, or Eliot is?" Dinah asked, trying to think what would happen if Lucifer were in proximity to somewhere in particular.

"I didn't ask. Mostly we talked about the preserve since I'm heading there after class," she admitted with a brief grin.

She looked down at her work.

"My dad's in the Indian Ocean," she explained, "on his boat. His cat is either seasick or having hairball trouble, but I didn't think that was all that interesting."

She was grinning by the end. It felt so good to think about her plans today and talk to Dinah like a normal girl about her parents.

"Oh, with Griff. I haven't met him yet, what do you guys have planned?" Dinah asked, curling her legs up under her. She started sketching more into her costume designs, tilting her head at them, not really able to take them seriously. She snickered at the description of Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Head Demon of Hell or Whatever, dealing with a recalcitrant cat. "Poor kitty. Camille would be clawing up my shoes if I took her on a boat and she got seasick. I think your dad's in for a rough time of it." She looked up. "You should come by my cabin alcove, or my room, and get to meet her."

"We're just going to take a walk, I think," because she wasn't going to tell Dinah about their planned game of hide-and-seek. If it sounded a little more romantic than the actual plans, that was probably for the best; she trusted Dinah, but it wasn't her place to make that kind of decision for Griff.

"I'd love to meet your cat sometime. I've never actually seen one in person."

She decided to make the legs longer on her design so that she didn't look like an aerobic instructor.

Dinah looked up at that, distracted from any romance ideas by the incredulity there. "Are you serious? Not ever?" Maybe no one in her hometown that she'd known had had one, but... how did you get to fifteen without even seeing one? She peered at Fiona's picture, and said, "Maybe a utility belt? For your yo-yo?"

"Never. Pets weren't allowed in the apartment complex, and I was either there or at Ringos just about all of the time. I saw dogs if people were walking them while we went from one to the other, but no one ever brought their kitten out."

She looked down at her sketch.

"And the tessen," she added, "I wonder if I could work the fan and the strings into the design?"

She looked around for the teacher.

"Or maybe that would just look stupid."

"What was Ringo's?" Dinah asked, thinking that there was home-schooling, and then there was being a shut-in, and Fiona's mom was really too intense for comfort when looked at from that angle. "You could. Fan? Like a metal fan? One of the ninjas who just graduated used one of those." She shook her head. "I don't think it would look stupid. What's a tessen?"

"Ringos was the pizza place in our town," she explained.

"It's where people had parties or brought their kids; Eliot did the dishes and I bussed the tables."

"And the tessen is a fan. It's just made of metal. I use it for defense since I can't really block with the yo-yo unless, well, unless I feel like slicing someone's weapon" or limb "in half."

"Ohhh. Cool," Dinah said, in answer to the information about the tessen. "Gotcha. And yeah, that could create other problems." Like flying shrapnel, and two weapons where there'd been one. "So did you at least get free pizza there?"

She shook her head and winced.

"Not so much. Mike was kind of..."

She didn't know how to put it delicately, so she gave up trying.

"He was a jerk. And since I wasn't interested in 'personal training' with him, he didn't exactly make things easy for Eliot and I."

Dinah's expression went flat and angry. "Why didn't you quit? Or report him for sexual harassment?"

She shrugged.

"Because Grandmoth---Mother wouldn't have approved," she said with a shrug, "and everyone else let it slide. I just ignored him as best I could."

She looked away somewhat pointedly.

"I doubt he'll be working there once they rebuild it anyway."

Someone had gotten a vat of fryer oil to the arm. It had been an accident, but both Fiona and Eliot had a feeling that their anger at his most blatant attempt yet on their birthday had had something to do with his 'bad luck'.

"Your mom--" Dinah cut that off, knowing it probably wouldn't help to say, Your mom sucks! flat out, then said carefully, "How bad was the property damage?"

Cuts anything. Fiona could take care of herself. It was just too bad she'd been forced to do it already.

"...the entire building? Eliot, well, we had something of a situation and Eliot needed the bricks, I believe. That's how he put it to me."

She added boots to her design.

"They just said it was a gas main explosion. Most of the town was pretty broken up."

"I hope nobody got hurt," Dinah said, although it didn't sound like something you could get away with if people had been there. "What did he end up doing with the bricks?"

"Remember the necklace?"

She didn't want to get specific here in class, but she figured that might identify the target at least.

"Hit him with them. It almost sounds like he created a miniature black hole around him, but Eliot wasn't very specific."

But the one thing she wanted Dinah to know was "but no one was hurt. The town was already evacuated."

Right, the demon.

Dinah tried to picture that, then gave up. "Wow. So your brother can do some of the same things you do, even though he's mostly into music?" She smiled in relief at the news about the town. "Good to know."

You never knew who would end up talking about mercenary work or acceptable casualties easily, leaving you on the other side of a crevasse of understanding with no way to bridge it.

She shook her head.

"My brother... the way my uncle Aaron put it is that I'm the warrior, and he's the poet. He uses his violin to do things, amazing things. He can, well, he soothed a massive crocodile once. And he was able to open the way to the Valley of the New Year with just a song.

"Not to mention the mist at the army base."

And no, she wasn't explaining that, not that there was any particular emphasis on it. She just didn't like talking about it.

"Apparently, he takes after our father and I take after our mother."

Neither of them accepted casualties easily, though. No, Fiona still ached from killing Perry Millhouse. And she still couldn't think of what Eliot was going through over the deaths at the army base without wincing in guilt.

Edited 2009-05-21 20:24 (UTC)

"Wow." Dinah kind of wanted to meet Eliot just to see that now, and maybe what kind of music he'd make on the violin. "Okay, so your dad's a musician?" Interesting, and again, nothing she would've expected. The statement about Fiona's mother got her a small, curious look. "Would you ever be up for explaining more about her?"

"Apparently one of his names is the Pied Piper," she said with a shrug.

"We read the story in one of the books we found in the basement; it's the only reason Eliot tried his violin on the rats in the first place."

She breathed in and out.

"And I can explain about my mother. Just not here?"

It was just a little public.

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