fandomhigh | Fashion! Releasing Your Inner Superhero, etc. [Thursday, July 16, 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. "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!"

When she opened her mouth next, she wasn't speaking. She was, well, singing. There was also some softshoe-ing. You're never fully dressed without a smile, after all, darlings.

When her musical interlude was over, she made shooing motions, pretending like absolutely nothing had happened. "Go! Scatter! Create!" She pointed at one student at random. "Except you. You get to wear Spandex first, darling."

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"Yeah, 's mutual," Katchoo bit out. Then paused. And stared at the unicorn costume some more. "Oh, no. No, no, no."

"Yes," Edna replied.

Muttering a string of things that only justified her much-despised "superhero name," Katchoo stalked toward the costume and distracted herself with mental images of fire. Lots and lots of fire.

Edna gave her a reasonable amount of time to get dressed--five, ten seconds--then barked. "I am waiting!"

Katchoo braced herself and . . . reached out to actually take the stupid unicorn costume off the rack. "Okay, okay, geez!" There might have to be therapeutic immolation of things later.

She would probably not be alone, no.

Edna began tapping her foot irritably.

"Hey! Putting this stuff on takes time!" Katchoo glared at the costume. "And a shoehorn. Whaddya want me to do, just pour myself into it or somethin'?"

"When you are saving the world, no one will be impressed if you take too long getting into your costume," Edna declared.

"No one," Katchoo replied, holding the unicorn costume up at arm's length, "is going to be impressed by this, period."

"Nonsense," Edna sniffed. "It is an Edna Mode original. Someone is always impressed.

"In a fetish club, maybe," Katchoo muttered under her breath, grimacing. Right, not going there, what with the hitting too close to home and all. She actually knew how to get into the damn things easily; she just didn't want to let on that she did. Because of aforementioned not going there. "Fine, god," she grumbled, and went to change into the outfit.

"I feel like a frikkin' idiot."

Once upon a time she'd have charged someone a hell of a lot for this.

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