Fashion Class - Conquest [I am so sorry]

[trollofthree]

Characters: PROFESSOR WEINBERG AND YOU. Yes all of you.
Format: ANY
This log is: v. v. open
Location: Conquest's Fashion classroom
Summary: I'll make a code geass cast member out of you. aka bring on the ruffles and cat-ear headbands.
Warnings: Gino.

SO.

So.

So.

Gino has been spending his time wisely since he found out what subject he was expected to teach. He's been paying visits to the shops, claiming all of the leftover clothes and accessories from anywhere that'll believe that he has prefect permission to get them for free. A few shops probably didn't believe him, but gave him the stuff anyway. It's just easier that way, and it got him out of their shop.

So when you arrive in class - hah, 'arrive'. No, when you are dragged kicking and screaming in the class and placed bodily on the far side of the room next to the rows of hangers and tubs of belts and jewellery and then shoved off-balance so you can't cross the room in time to escape before he locks the door - you are met with a vast array of fashion choices.

And a row of changing stalls rigged up from spare curtains and screens, and probably what used to be town washing lines. When he's cheerfully hunted down as many people as he can, Gino returns, locks the door behind him again - because hell, he's not getting punished for not teaching - and spreads his arms wide.

"Welcome to Fashion class! Ha, took a while to get you all here, but c'mon. It's an easy class. All you've gotta do is get out of those uniforms and into the stuff you find in there," he gestures to the piles and rows, "and if you look good, you pass!"

Comments

[babygotback]

[Normally, Marik is not one to protest, since he's usually dutiful. However, he had not expected to be dragged out here. Especially since he's currently in his pajamas.

Definitely not going to answer the door in the morning next time.]

You know, I would've been fine just coming here by myself if you had given me a few minutes more of sleep! Geez!

[trollofthree]

[ it's cool it's cool he won't be staying in those for much longer anyway. ]

And then you'd be late, and our beloved prefect would have you for breakfast.

[babygotback]

I would not! I get up at the right time!

[Mostly.]

[cullscuttlefish]

"Oh my glub! Okay, I am excited already." To be honest, she was more excited about dressing up her friends, but hey. Fashion was fashion and she was one of exactly two trolls that cared about it.

And so, she dove into the racks. A little while later, her goggles were off, the only necklace she was wearing was simple gold, and the rest? A perfect party outfit.

"How do I look?"

[trollofthree]

"Great! Top marks." If he was honest, Gino had precisely zero clues about girl fashion, but he'd seen enough at formal functions to be able to answer based on personal taste. And he had taste, right? Yeah. Definitely.

Anyway, the little troll people were too fun to shut down this early on. He ruffled her hair, narrowly avoiding her horns, and grinned in an almost conspiratorial way. "You finished pretty quick, though! Wanna help the others?"

[cullscuttlefish]

"Absolutely!" Little Betsey Johnson heels or not, she was surprisingly good at jumping in them. "Gosh, some of the boys are just so clueless. You'd be shocked! But I think I can help there."

With a giggle, she jumped back into the racks.

[antitank]

Homura flicks through the clothing racks very slowly and disinterestedly...

[cullscuttlefish]

By this point, Feferi was all but stalking the doorways, having perhaps gotten a little too excited. But the girl that walked in... "Oh, you have the prettiest eyes! Do you want a hand? I think something in purple to bring out your eyes would be darling on you."

[antitank]

Homura glances at Feferi. She's weird looking, but she does her best not to stare. "I'm fine on my own, though thank you very much," she says gently.

[imperceptible]

[Figures. The class he plans on skipping is the class where the teacher's a friggin' nutcase and into kidnapping people. His uniform even more rumpled by the hilarious display of being manhandled by a giant (seriously, this guy towers over Bobby,) Kevin promptly decides that his first order of business is to check the windows.

Third story or not, he can always shimmy along the roof.

... but of course they're locked.]

Since when does fashion involve kidnapping?

[trollofthree]

Since right now. [let's just steer you towards the clothes]

[imperceptible]

[Oh no you don't! He is struggling resiliently against your bullshit!

... it's not going to well.] Heywhoa-! Can you quit manhandling me!?

[stoppedhiding]

[ ...how did this happen ]

...

[trollofthree]

Huh, you're not a student. [ peers at you ] My bad.


[ he's not unlocking the door though. ]

[stoppedhiding]

[ Which means Gino doesn't expect him to take part in this ridiculous exercise. Right?? ]

If you don't mind, I've somewhere else to be. [ This is not actually true. ]

[shootingforpeace]

...[Someone is still wide-eyed and a little uncertain about all this FASHION and KIDNAPPING business. What kind of teacher kidnaps the students and drags them to class.

Wait what. What is she...

Did she really get fashion class?]

...Excuse me?

[trollofthree]

[ admittedly some people look great in these uniforms. Like Koharu. But no, he needs to teach fashion and that ain't happening if they're all in the same outfit. ]

Pick some stuff you like, change into it. This is a uniform-free zone starting today.

[shootingforpeace]

Oh...well um.

[She stares at the clothing and then glances at him. Not sure if trust :|] We have to change? Really?

[formerly_known_as_prince]

From within one stall came a muffled, indignant voice.

"These outfits are all completely stupid! There's all these...frills. And stuff. That an outfit doesn't need." Said Utena the hypocrite, who was completely comfortable with epaulettes, swords with jewel encrusted hilts and superfluous neon colored roses.

[trollofthree]

"Pick one without frills, then!" He didn't take it personally. Some people wouldn't have good fashion sense, after all. This was a lesson.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

She hems and haws for some time before finally seizing on an outfit that's even more boyish than her usual. She emerges nervously tugging at her cap, not used to paying so much attention to clothes.

[swordofzero]

What?

What?

Since when had Gino been anyone's choice as a teacher? And fashion? Suzaku had somehow been shoved in here with the rest of the class when Gino had done his roundup. But there was no way he was staying here, or being taught by Gino.

Anyways wasn't Gino younger than him? How comes he was a teacher at all. "This isn't even a real class." He said deciding and walked to the door.

[trollofthree]

"And you're not a real Britannian, but hey." He placed himself between Suzaku and the door with cheerful aplomb. "C'mon, man."

[herplaceinthesun]

Aisha strolled into the class and . . . stared at all the clothes. This was a class? This was seriously a thing that Gino was teaching? Oh well, he was having fun and that was what mattered. She guessed.

"How'd you swing this? Aisha's kind of impressed, nyah~" Is she taking this seriously? No not really.

[trollofthree]

"The guys running the stores are pretty cool," was his entire explanation. He clearly wasn't pretending this was a serious academic exercise either. Not that he'd ever really put much store by serious academic anything. "You gonna give it a try?"