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."

Comments

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.