fandomhigh | Doctoring 101

Entry tags:

doctoring

Doctoring 101

Sadly for most of the members of the class, Navaan was back at the front of the classroom today, looking much better from her week asleep or whatever. More excitingly, not only was she at the front of the room, but so were heaps of ~~moddable~~ supplies for what looked like a big arts and crafts project. Various kinds of cloth, lots of different sewing supplies, trim of all kinds...

Oh and one other thing bore noting. Navaan was dressed in layers of ragged linen strips, strategically placed around her body. It was incredibly revealing, showing a lot of skin, but fortunately for their wee minds and multiple state and federal statutes, everything that needed to be covered was.

"Hey kids," she said once she realized that they were all present, likely more than a few minutes after the bell rang. "So, you're probably asking yourselves, 'Why is Doctor Navaan dressed as a sexy ghoul? Why are there dried blood stains on that costume? What amazing doctoring lesson does she have planned for us today?'"

No one had been thinking that, Navaan. No one.

"Well, an huge part of doctoring involves finding out secrets. Secrets are super-important to doctors--they're what help us solve mysteries and fight crime. But secrets don't do anyone any good if they're locked up in someone's head and not being shared. So when you're faced with someone who knows more than they're telling, you have to learn what they know. And the best tool in a doctor's bag is: seduction! Who here knows anything about seducing anybody?"

Don't worry, class. She'd wait.

Once it seemed that the class had volunteered anything they were going to, Navaan sighed and continued her lecture. "Okay, so the most important thing about seducing someone is that you can't just give them what they think they want. That's not seduction, it's...I don't know. Romance or something. You need to keep your target intrigued, surprised, and a little afraid." That was surely a reassuring way to look at it! "Once you're dressed in an appropriately sexy costume, you--" She paused to think about it and shook her head. "Nah, I can't even explain that to you lot. Most of you are about as dim as a half-dead firefly, so we're gonna have to do this slow. So, first step of a proper seduction: costumes. Your job today is to come up with seducing costumes. I got plenty of stuff here, so design and make some good seducing costumes. At the end of the class, you can show 'em off and explain how you're gonna seduce someone with that costume."

[Class and bits of lecture taken from Bunting and Seduction. Both comics are NSFW, so be warned.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Bonus points for creativity!

For example, cnonically, Navaan turns down the opportunity to be a ghost and a hat rack before agreeing to be a most excellent fruit viking.

The worst part about making a seducing costume was probably that Elsa suspected that she was going to have to wear it. And the spread of things to choose from for creating these costumes was... less than seductive.

Seductive turkey baster? Seductive traffic cone? Seductive... what was she supposed to do with a Sharpie marker and three buttons?!

There were a few pebbles and crystals on the table, though, and some dried flowers and grasses. Maybe she could work with this?

"A shame Barry isn't in class," Eleanor said, mischievously.

What? She was making the most of this. She had to dress like a deranged tramp for class. Might as well embrace it.

Eleanor, you were positively wicked.

"If you're insinuating that he's hoping to see me dressed in a few pieces of fruit and little else, I'm afraid he'd be very disappointed," Elsa replied, a furious blush spreading over her cheeks. "I'll put together some kind of costume, but I have no intentions of wearing it."

"I don't think he'd be disappointed, if he saw you in a few pieces of fruit and little else," Eleanor said. Yes, she'd misconstrued that on purpose. Hush. "Why not wear it? You'd fit right in with the rest of us wearing ridiculous nonsense, today."

Not the point, Eleanor.

"Because no," Elsa replied, shaking her head. "No."

That was a fine answer!

"Remember how difficult it was to get me into a modern swimsuit? Now pretend the swimsuit is made of fruit. That is how adamant this 'no' is."

"You could always make something less outrageous, and wear that," Eleanor suggested. "Put rather a lot of cloth around the fruit, for example."

She was very helpful today, Elsa. A lot.

"So, incidentally, how harshly would you judge someone who felt like embracing this exercise?"

She was going to try to break Joker. That should be fun to watch, at least, right?

"Not harshly at all, if you manage to get the attention away from me and on to you," Elsa replied, smiling faintly "I'd cheer you on, in fact. Please, do embrace this exercise, so that I don't have to figure out how to make a costume for myself out of a lace curtain and three jars of mayonnaise."

Eleanor was going to hold out the sheer material that she was sewing patches of strategically-placed sequins onto.

"If I don't get some attention from this," she said, "it shan't be from lack of trying."

Or an unwillingness to degrade herself in the name of a class assignment.

Elsa's eyes might have widened a little at that.

"What if it shifts just slightly to the left? What if there's a light breeze? What if you need to breathe?"

"Double-sided tape," Eleanor said, sounding more confident than she actually felt. "I'm going to keep all of my bits thoroughly covered. It ought to hold."

Ought to. Should. If that failed, she'd definitely be taking most of the attention, in class, but fingers crossed, everyone.

"You're far braver than I am," Elsa informed her, still looking a little stunned. No, she couldn't look away from that gauzy thing in Eleanor's hands. No, she probably wouldn't be able to look away from Eleanor while she was wearing it, either. "I think if I were to try to wear something like that, even I would notice the chill that would follow."

The draft? Yes, she'd notice that. And then it would be snowing in here.

"I'm trying not to think about it," Eleanor said. "It's like wearing a costume in the theater, or -- trying to excel on an assignment. Really."

Maybe she should make the patches a little bigger. Just to be on the safe side.

"I'm ... not sure what's gotten into me, either," she confessed, in a much lower voice.

"When I go out of m way to excel at an assignment, I tend to do so with all of my clothing on," Elsa noted, before smiling faintly. "I don't suppose your willingness to participate in this class has less to do with grades and more to do with who sees you?"

She could tease, too!

"I don't know who you might be implying," Eleanor said, as innocently as she could manage while giggling. "But if Joker doesn't at least stutter, then I may have to resort to drastic measures."

"Such as that light breeze? Just say the word, and I'll open a window," Elsa teased, while trying to sound serene. That serenity was mostly being lost in a few stray giggles of her own. "But I think if you're going to dress in that, stuttering would be a safe bet."

Celia considered her options carefully, and then dragged her supplies over to a corner where she could work without getting stared at, hopefully. It was easier to just do this on her person, since she was going to probably be forced into wearing it anyway, so she quickly, magically drew up a dressing screen to duck behind, too. She assumed they were allowed to use what they already had (Navaan hadn't said they couldn't), and she really didn't want to be told to do it over -- considering their discussion the first day of class, she suspected she'd be under extra scrutiny due to being a 'sorceress' and how 'sorceresses' were supposed to dress. (And there was a snowball's chance in hell that she'd ever wear anything like that.)

So by the time she was done, Celia had magicked her own neckline lower and vanished her sleeves, leaving her in a laced-up bodice, and pinned her skirt up on one side to reveal a bit of her leg. She'd tied a bandage just above her knee to replace her now-vanished garter, as well as along her arms to make up for lack of sleeves, and pulled her hair down and over one shoulder. The overall effect was of a...painted lady of her own time, sort of, at least until Celia decided to fully embrace the insanity of the class, and slung a string of Christmas lights (that didn't light up, of course, because there was no battery pack) around her hips, and strung a...yo-yo through her makeshift garter.

Because why not.

She gave the whole thing a quick, magical splash of red, just for flavor, and called it done. It was a bit more than she'd generally really show in public of her own volition (though her swimsuit was more scandalous, she thought), but it was far, far, far better than what Navaan was wearing, and absolutely leagues better than the picture she'd been shown of what 'sorceresses' ought to be wearing. And hopefully it would prove the point that she was both biologically female, with all the appropriate parts and not deformed and capable of wearing dresses that weren't 'ugly,' since she was still not over that and probably should have been.

And since everyone didn't have her powers, she also left her conjured screen in place, for anyone who wanted a private spot to change. She was considerate that way.

Edited 2014-08-07 14:53 (UTC)

"I'm having very bad thoughts, and I need you to talk me out of them," Eleanor said, her eyes dancing.

Actually, she needed Celia to enable her. Celia was usually down for that, though.

"I'm bad at that," Celia reminded her, looking over with a smile as she pinned her hair to one side. "But I'll do my best to dissuade you away from your corruption."

She would probably do no such thing, but she was willing to entertain it, anyway.

Eleanor was now going to hold up the sheer material that she had been attaching geometric shapes to.

"Class is about seduction," she said, her cheeks turning red. "I thought perhaps I should put some effort in."

Celia reached out to finger the material thoughtfully, arching a brow at Eleanor over it. "The sequins are strategically placed, I take it? Genius. Like the dance of the seven veils. I'll remain on standby to help try to pick his jaw up off the floor."

So, no, not so much with the talking her out of it.

Edited 2014-08-08 12:43 (UTC)

All right, Eleanor was going to keep what Irene had told her in mind. She was an Amazon. A Queen. She was going to wear something shameless and look divine in it. And possibly make Joker have some kind of brain spasm.

What she ended up doing was taking a very transparent black layer and gluing darker geometric patches (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/eleanor/3_28329.jpg) over it, in strategic areas. She slit the dress all the way down her spine (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/eleanor/4_28429.jpg) in the back, but left it cut high (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/eleanor/4.jpg) in front.

And then she pinned her hair up with some of the detritus she found laying about -- a few playing cards, some dice, a couple of pens. She peeled an orange and looped the rind through the braid on top of her head.

She added a couple of candy necklaces to complete the ensemble. No real theme, but hey, she was using class for her own devices today. Which was, quite possibly, to take a stab at seducing one of her classmates. So that was still in the spirit of things, right?

A seductive costume? Ichabod, who had never considered the art of seduction before, picked up a colourful piece of fabric and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. At least it was eye-catching.

Joker stripped off his shirt and (unbelievably!) his hat. He tied a brightly-colored bandana on his head, and matching strips of cloth around his wrists. A medallion made of a length of twine, a sand dollar, and some glitter completed the ensemble. It looked silly, but what was important was selling it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Doctoring 101

Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes

Re: Make Your Costumes