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capeandcowllogs2009-03-12 10:03 pm
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To Build an Ark... [Open // Incomplete]
Who: The fabulous and indomitable Edna Mode along with whichever misguided souls stop by at her admittedly less than ideal place of residence.
What: A plethora of possibilities centered around Edna's setting up of shop, mostly involving destroying things, building other things, painting and hanging, the exchange of parts for services and potential changing-hands of money. (see this post for more information)
When: Not long after her main comm post previous (IDK, a plausible date?)
Where: Edna Mode's home
Warnings: Fabulousness
Format: Paragraph, past tense
SPECIAL NOTE: Please, no more than two or three characters per thread (not including Edna herself). If you don't see any unfilled threads you'd like to join, feel free to start another. If you don't know what to do, just join a thread! Jump in, have fun, woooo!
We'll have to assume that this whole madness happens over the course of a full day or two, to logically accommodate all the people stopping by.
In the beginning, Edna had never experienced such an enthusiastic response. A young designer, striking out against the current of fashion, she'd had to claw and bite, bullying her was ruthlessly through the prowling packs of fools and fashionista's, all of them eager and hungry for her blood.
...It was a bloody world, Fashion.
Oh, no, it looked nice, all couture and clean-cut, patterned cloth, damask, velvet, silk, lip gloss and beautiful, eccentric people. It was appealing, from the outside, like an untouched cake, all smooth icing and velveteen roses. Within was acid, burning away all those who touched it, if you let it. Edna Mode had seen it, time after time, foolish girls with foolish dreams sent sobbing into the night, unheard of. Dead, as far ash she was concerned, though they lived still...if you could call that sort of life living. No, no, Edna was made of far sterner stuff, and was not about to be waylaid on her quest for true greatness by some silly man in a silly suit, or by her sudden relocation. That the supers here were in so desperate and eager need for her was enormously helpful. The patience it took to pry out secret identities the first time had been difficult to sum up.
And so, she surveyed it, her 'new home.' It was clean, white, not unattractive as these things go, but nor was it distinctive. Ugly, by her usual standards, but it would have to do. Hers was the only occupied apartment in her squashed together little two-story building. She intended to...appropriate the rest. There was no use at all letting such valuable space go to waste. None at all, dahling.
Standing out at the curb, she looked up at it, considering architecture and placement with one hip cocked thoughtfully. Perhaps a shop on the first floor, and lab on the second?
What: A plethora of possibilities centered around Edna's setting up of shop, mostly involving destroying things, building other things, painting and hanging, the exchange of parts for services and potential changing-hands of money. (see this post for more information)
When: Not long after her main comm post previous (IDK, a plausible date?)
Where: Edna Mode's home
Warnings: Fabulousness
Format: Paragraph, past tense
SPECIAL NOTE: Please, no more than two or three characters per thread (not including Edna herself). If you don't see any unfilled threads you'd like to join, feel free to start another. If you don't know what to do, just join a thread! Jump in, have fun, woooo!
We'll have to assume that this whole madness happens over the course of a full day or two, to logically accommodate all the people stopping by.
In the beginning, Edna had never experienced such an enthusiastic response. A young designer, striking out against the current of fashion, she'd had to claw and bite, bullying her was ruthlessly through the prowling packs of fools and fashionista's, all of them eager and hungry for her blood.
...It was a bloody world, Fashion.
Oh, no, it looked nice, all couture and clean-cut, patterned cloth, damask, velvet, silk, lip gloss and beautiful, eccentric people. It was appealing, from the outside, like an untouched cake, all smooth icing and velveteen roses. Within was acid, burning away all those who touched it, if you let it. Edna Mode had seen it, time after time, foolish girls with foolish dreams sent sobbing into the night, unheard of. Dead, as far ash she was concerned, though they lived still...if you could call that sort of life living. No, no, Edna was made of far sterner stuff, and was not about to be waylaid on her quest for true greatness by some silly man in a silly suit, or by her sudden relocation. That the supers here were in so desperate and eager need for her was enormously helpful. The patience it took to pry out secret identities the first time had been difficult to sum up.
And so, she surveyed it, her 'new home.' It was clean, white, not unattractive as these things go, but nor was it distinctive. Ugly, by her usual standards, but it would have to do. Hers was the only occupied apartment in her squashed together little two-story building. She intended to...appropriate the rest. There was no use at all letting such valuable space go to waste. None at all, dahling.
Standing out at the curb, she looked up at it, considering architecture and placement with one hip cocked thoughtfully. Perhaps a shop on the first floor, and lab on the second?