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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. Oh, and watch out for the lasers. You are superheroes, after all."

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

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Fabulously.

Jennifer Walters

Tybalt Capulet

Liz Sherman

Katina Choovanski

Harper Finkle

Elle Woods

Joolushko Tunai Fenta Hovalis

Adora

Yuffie Kisaragi

Freak out! Have costume malfunctions! Wonder "wtf lasers"!

There was a good deal of ranting and swearing going on from Katchoo's corner -- not at anything in particular. It was the damn principle of the thing.

. . . also, the lasers. "Lasers. Lasers, seriously, what the *@(#_*#@()%#! hell . . ."

There was dressing going on too. But mostly swearing.

Jen wasn't sure who was ranting, since she was in the process of changing too.

"I know!" she said. "We can't just have a normal final? It makes me so dang--"

It's not as if there was an audible sound for hulking out. Especially when Jen was, thankfully, not in her normal clothes.

"...well, that's convenient," she said.

Katchoo had turned away for a second to, er, adjust things beneath her top. "WHAT IS POSSIBLY CONVENIENT ABOUT ANY OF THIS?" she groused at top volume. "What -- oh, Jesusfrikkin'Christ."

Jennifer smiled, an awkward 'hi, yes, I'm big and green and yes I am kinda having to cover up half my suddenly much bigger rack because I wasn't fully changed yet' smile.

"Oops?"

It wasn't anything Katchoo hadn't seen before (yeah, even the green, don't ask), so she drawled, "Don'tcha hate when that happens?"

Oh, sure. Rub it in, with the lasers to deal with.

Jen shrugged, then got her top all situated properly.

"It'll make the lasers easier to deal with," she said.

"Can I use you as a human shield?" Katchoo asked, not entirely sarcastic because lasers, geez.

"Sounds good to me," Jennifer said. "Jennifer Walters, hero for hire."

She frowned. "That doesn't sound right."

"They usually call those mercenaries," Katchoo said so very helpfully.

"...temporary bodyguard?" Jennifer suggested.

Katchoo buckled a bandolier that would do absolutely nothing functional across her chest. "Translation, rent-a-cop. Stick with the first option."

"Got it," Jennifer said. Though she suddenly thought she'd need to be part bionic and have an awesome afro to be a true Hero for Hire.

She shook that thought off quickly. That was odd.

"But your safety is in my hands. For the class, at least."

"Eh. That wouldn't be very superhero-like," Katchoo muttered. "Not that I give a crap about that, but I don't need Knee-Height trying to get up in my face one more time."

"Good idea," Jennifer said. "Good luck out there."

Adora's eyes widened. She hoped she wouldn't have to do any acrobatics on-stage to avoid the lasers! It sounded like one of Hordak's Fright Zone traps!

Take pictures! Demand front row seats! Throw things at the tiny stick figures that look a lot like useless celebrities filling up the rows!

Oh, and drink coffee. Edna has provided espresso.

Giving Francine espresso this early in the morning was either a really good idea, or. Well.

Let's just say there was a good chance she'd be able to keep her promise to leap in front of anyone trying to take a picture of Katchoo, no matter how many people tried. And still have the energy left over to track down and document the appearance of any skinny superheroes with large ears.

If you didn't think Arthur was going to be here, you didn't know Arthur very well. He was even willing to have to deal with Edna again to see this.

So he was there. With his camera phone. And smirking.

Francine eyed him, not without a grin of her own, but she shook a finger in his direction. "No taking pictures of Katchoo. I'm supposed to stop you if you try."

"Supposed to?" Arthur asked, shooting her a smug look back. "Why, Francine. I might think about it, on the condition that you share your own pictures."

"...Weeeell. She didn't actually say I couldn't do that. Just that I only got to take pictures if I stopped other people from doing it."

"Then we would have-- what was it again?" He raised his eyebrows. "A deal."

Of course Kate was here. She had nothing better to do, and it was both amusing and interesting. And there was coffee.

She might even be able to edit all this into a story she could tell at home, which was a definite plus too.

Dinah was here. Grinning. With a camera phone. Oh yes. Merlin and Katina in this class? Heeeeee.

Work it, class!

Watch out for the lasers going back.

Katchoo did not 'work it.'

Katchoo did not 'strut.'

In point of fact she knew perfectly well how to do both of those things, and despite the tempting prospect of blowing a few people's minds by doing exactly that, she opted not to advertise either fact.

With her luck the mind-blowing (stupid island) would be literal, and Edna would make her clean up the splatter anyway.

So there was no 'working it' on Katchoo's eyepatched-and-snarly faced stalk down the runway, unless you counted emphasizing the fist-with-extended-middle-finger logo on her uniform by duplicating the gesture with both hands.

That she could work very well, thank you. Plus she did actually look damned good in spandex. Maybe even while swearing up a storm dodging the lasers on the way back.

"...Holy *@(#_*#@()%#!"

Did going to church this morning make up for what Francine uttered when she got a load of that?

Possibly not.

Harper was the embodiment of poise and grace on the runway.

That is, until she tripped over her own feet and tumbled off the catwalk. Oops.

Jennifer's personal designs were not yet refined as to her eventual She-Hulk outfit.

She'd need Janet Van Dyne's guidance for that.

So she strutted out onto the catwalk, all big and green and wearing a purple spandex number (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/File:She-Hulk_001.jpg), with a single shoulder strap (it reminded her of circus strongmen, at least that's what she said) and purple boots, with a white belt and wristbands.

It wasn't too terrible, really.

Oh, Elle worked it out. Elle worked it out super fine, omigod.

She smiled; flashed her pearly whites, and sauntered down the runway in her sequined pink spandex. Yay!

Work it? Joolushko was all over that. Nevermind that she would never use either of the previous two expressions.

But she would strut. She was quite good at strutting. And she looked good, even in her ridiculous spandex. Of course that was only her own not-so-humble opinion, but she was sure the audience would agree. Not that she cared what they thought.

And, unlike last week, she managed to keep the shrieking to a bare minimum. Just one tiny shriek at an unexpected laser. Not enough to melt anything.

If you can get her off her Blackberry. She's confirming her flight arrangements.

And that's it for Edna! Thank you all for making her so fun to have around this summer.

*cliiiiiiings*

*clings tooooooooo*

*Cheers tiny German terrifying person*

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