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

[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.

[cullscuttlefish]

Feferi nodded, then pointed to the horns. "These are impossible to match to anything except orange. It's pretty bad." She was used to passing them off like no big thing. "Are you sure? I...well. I forget introductions! My name is Feferi. I love this kind of thing, and, um, well. I kind of got a little excited."

The troll girl pointed to a set of hangers containing a purple-and-black ensemble. "But tell me if you just want me to leave you be. I know I can get pretty over-excited."

[antitank]

"I've never seen them before, so I apologize for being rude." She doesn't smile, but instead bows her head humbly. "My name is Homura Akemi. It's very good to meet you, Feferi."

She hesitates a moment, looking it over. She doesn't mind the excitement-- it takes far much more to annoy her, after all-- and she takes it all. "I'll try it on. Thank you very much. I don't have an eye for this, so I appreciate it."

[cullscuttlefish]

"It's good to meet you, too, Homura!" She returned the bow, with a smile. "If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but I thought it would be pretty."

She smiled and settled back down, waiting a little.

[antitank]

She smiles a little, moving to the partition to change. It doesn't take long for her to get into the clothes Feferi picked. She steps out, and tugs at the purse a bit awkwardly. She's not used to accessories. "Is this alright...?"

[cullscuttlefish]

"You look absolutely adorabubble!" Feferi's smile was as wide as it could be. "The bag might be a little much, if you aren't comfortable with it, but the rest? It brings out your eyes reely, reely well. How are the shoes? Do they fit okay?"

[antitank]

"Thank you." She sets the bag aside, and looks down at herself. "They're my size," Homura says mildly. "I am surprised you could tell."