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!"