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fandomhigh2009-05-21 12:10 am
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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."
Re: Create!
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."
Re: Create!
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.
Re: Create!
"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.
Re: Create!
Re: Create!
"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.
Re: Create!
Re: Create!
The whole thing had bits of her former shyness coming out at the worst of times. She was going to tell an authority figure about her whole--
What if they kicked her out? What if--
No use worrying. If they do, they do. If they don't, they don't. You'll just have to see what happens.
Re: Create!
Re: Create!
"Okay."
That made her feel better than she thought it should.