Fashion! Releasing Your Inner Superhero, etc. [Thursday, May 21, 1st period]

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"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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Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"You cannot get measured effectively while wearing things that are bulky. Everyone knows this," Edna said briskly. "You can either wear the costume, the underwear, or nothing at all. I am sure that final option will be very pleasing to certain members of this class. Personally, I find it overdramatic."

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

"That is also implying that I'd want to be measured for something," Arthur continued, "That is to say, a fabric so tight you can barely breathe in it that doesn't actually function as armor. That is some practical thinking, E."

Sometimes, Arthur should just know when to shut up.

Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"The fabric I will provide to create art from can be shot with rockets and emerge unscathed," she replied, sniffing. "I do not send superheroes out to be shot full of holes. Get dressed!"

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

"I am dressed," he shot back, "But I can't be bothered to deal with this any longer."

With that, he flounced stalked into the dressing booth.

Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"Drama queen," Edna muttered.

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

Arthur stepped out in a particularily violently red spandex suit, crossed his arms, and lifted an imperious eyebrow.

It was, quite possibly, the only way he knew of to maintain his dignity.

Re: Get measured!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*Flash*

Dinah took three or four shots with her cellphone in quick succession, one hand over her mouth to keep the snorts of laughter in. Did he look good like that? Yes. Did he look like he'd rather be put in an iron maiden? Ohhhh yes.

Take that for smirking at Tweety, Dragon!

Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

Edna dragged over her footstool and began taking measurements. "This is especially good to show off muscle definition," she said as she scrawled numbers into her book. "Like your legs."

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

"I do have a great deal of that," said Arthur, sounding as if he was torn between indignance and, well, being flattered.

Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"Which is a very good thing. Fat superheroes are so depressing," Edna replied.

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

"Don't worry," Arthur assured her, "I'm not about to get fat any time soon."

His shoulders may have squared more aristocratically under all that.

Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"That's good to hear. Your fan club--" a nod over at Dinah, "would be disappointed, darling."

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

He followed her gaze. "And I would hate to disappoint her."

Re: Get measured!

[nocapesomg.livejournal.com]

"She'd tell all of her twittery little friends and then where would you be?" Edna asked wryly, taking a last measurement. "There. You are finished."

Re: Get measured!

[bitchprince]

"So I am," he agreed, and did not in fact run, but strutted back into the changing room.

Spandex was idiotic.

Re: Get measured!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

So was Arthur.

Which didn't stop Dinah from getting one last shot of him there.