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Fashion, Etc. Etc. Ad Naseum!

The Danger Shop was set up like a runway in Milan. There were lights! There was noise! There were stick figures with big poofy lips complaining as their hair was put up into ridiculous coifs backstage with the students!

"Hello, darlings," Edna said, wheeling the rack of costumes (save one, naturally) into the room. "You have all proven to be...mostly adequate...these last few weeks in terms of creativity and not being blown up. Today you will demonstrate the lines and flow of my beautiful costumes!" Her hands flew up over her head.

"...which you also helped to design, et cetera, et cetera," she finally added. "Get changed, listen for the music and then strut, darlings! Try not to trip over things and end up on Youtube." She pointed at Shilo. "And you. You are very lucky not to be shot full of lasers yesterday. Detention for breaking into my workshop!"

With that she disappeared through the curtain to join the audience.

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Freak out! Have costume malfunctions!

Dinah was staring at the runway with a mixture of fascination and dread. As well as the faux-models backstage.

"... someone needs to feed the holograms."

Shilo was looking a little miffed. "It's my costume, after all," she muttered to no one in particular, "why shouldn't I be able to come get it?"

Such a fuss over a few picked locks.

"Has anyone seen my cigarettes?" Jenny looked almost desperate. "I can't find them anywhere."

"Don't know about yours, but I have about three left," Emma bitched, making a face as she peered into her purse. "Want one?"

She'd been so good about cutting back since she got here - stealing cigarettes from local shops would be bad form, and Emma hated paying for them - but today was definately shaping up to be a nicotine day.

Momoko wasn't freaked out! She's done this before, after all. Not only has she done this before, but she's taken a modelling workshop from Mister Deadpool!

At least today she had a really awesome costume and this time she could wear her totally cute boots! I mean, look at them! With the laces up the back, like that? Too cute!

Okay, maybe she was freaking out in a good way?

"WHAT?!"

Oh, that would be Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot, ladies and gentlemen. Muttering disdainful foul medieval curses under his breath.

"What, what?" Dinah demanded back, pulling on her boots. Stomp. Stomp.

This was Arthur, bristling back at her. "She's got," he said, "To be joking."

Dinah paused. "Edna? Joking? You've been here all session, right?" Stomp. Stand up. Wobble. "What did she do?"

"You know what she did!" Arthur called back, "We're walking in it."

Sure, Arthur, pick this time to be a diva.

Okay, that got a glare of disbelief. "She put up posters about it yesterday! And we've been trying them on and modifying them and fighting giant spiders in them all semester! How can you be surprised?!"

"I didn't think she was actually going to go through with it!"

The stomping he wasn't going to do on the runway was happening now.

"I mean, look at this. You'd have to be deranged to wear this in public."

Beat.

"...There were giant spiders?"

Dinah belatedly remembered that he wasn't in class last week. "And alligators. And climbing up a building. And missiles." A pause. "And an obstacle course and a trampoline."

Yeah, that might be glee there.

"I missed giant spiders?" Arthur asked. Like he hadn't been irate and offended before. "Worthless. That woman must have been dropped on her head as a child."

Dinah maintained a politic silence on that subject. Also, Arthur's snit-fit had kind of settled her own nerves. With a last stomp, she put on her jacket and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder.

"Does that mean you're going to bail out?"

He threw her a look that was positively murderous in a kind of understated, Arthurly way. "I don't bail out," he said, flatly.

Dinah beamed back at him, thoroughly, evilly, and satisfyingly entertained for the moment. At least until she got within sight of the runway again, probably. "Goody. See you on the runway then." And after a pause: "Nice epaulet. Thing."

Re: Mingle backstage!

bitchprince - 2009-06-25 05:55 (UTC) - Expand

IwillnotstareIwillnotstareIwillnotstarehehatesthisjustasmuchasIdoIwillnotstare...

It would help if there were a bit more armor.

Fiona ignored the models and most of the other students. She was far too busy being pink.

In the cheeks, of course. Her outfit was black, blue, and silver.

Francine missed the posters.

Francine missed the part where people besides the ones in her class who'd already seen the costumes would be out there.

Francine did not miss being on stage at all.

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap..." as she peeked out through the curtains.

George wasn't flailing!

Mind you, this was because he was about to have a complete nervous breakdown and so was gibbering just slightly, but still. Not flailing! In the grand scheme of all things George, this, really, was progress.

"George, are you breathing?"

What? Seriously?

That would be Emma, scrambling for her costume, and silently thankful that she always had make-up and a hairbrush in her purse.

"Oh, Lord, this is going to be great," Claudia said, bouncing a little.

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