Does this make my butt look big? [MINGLE POST]

[legionnpcs]

Who| EVERYONE who wants in
What| Costume mingle post! Characters can try on their costumes for the first time and react to them with each other.
Where| The Anthramite Clothers' Workshop
When| A few days after everyone gets to adjust
Warnings/Notes| None!

"This is going to be great!" Ferro enthused. He got so excited he clapped his hands together a little bit, which made a dull, metallic ringing sound.

There were quite a few dressing rooms in the large workshop where the Anthramite clothiers worked and Ferro was waiting in the large area outside them all, eagerly waiting to see how everyone reacted to their new costumes. The Anthramites had done most of the designs, with input from their respective Legionnaires, but they'd started to let him help sometimes after he'd shown them some samples of his sewing, so he'd gotten to suggest some alterations this time, too.

He sat on a stool and kicked his legs slightly, idly looking over at one of the many mirrors around the workshop, but then he quickly looked away.

It wasn't that he disliked his reflection the way he used to. Back then, whenever he did, all he could think about was the ugliness that his mask was covering, but he'd finally made peace with that. No, he hated looking in mirrors because in their shining surfaces he saw his body shining back and it just made him think about how he might be stuck as living metal forever, never able to turn human again. He might never be able to taste food or feel people's hugs or --

Ferro decided to stop thinking about it and instead looked at some of the sewing patterns the Anthramites left out. They'd left the room for now, mostly because some of them was getting cranky at them trying to re-measure their inseams fifty times, so now he was getting to poke around in their stuff in a way he usually didn't.

"You don't really feel like a superhero until you put your costume on for the first time." He paused. "Well, actually, that's not true, you don't really feel like a superhero until you put your costume on for the first time and save somebody, but the costume part makes it feel more like you're a superhero than just the saving someone, because if you save someone in normal clothes you're kind of just a hero, so you need the costume for the super part."

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[failbender]

Zuko squirmed as he walked out and didn't stop squirming, even as he was still moving. His face was flushed bright red. Okay, he didn't hate it.

Well...he hated it a little, but not because of the colors or anything like that. That was actually all fine, it was just -- it was so --

"It's really..." A pause. "Tight."

Nobody wore clothes this tight back home and in all three nations. Nobody. And most people wore layered clothing.

"Does it have to be this tight?" he asked nobody in particular. He was willing to take a 'no' from anyone at this point.

[kingtyrantranger]

"Superheroes have to have tight costumes. It's tradition." Jason, for one, looked far too used to wearing the space-spandex. His own costume strongly resembles an all red-and-white version of the old Legion Cadet uniforms, save for a trio of red diamonds across his chest where the L-shield should have been. As far as he was concerned, a hint of old school and a hint of new school was all he needed.

...Though a part of him really missed having a helmet.

He grinned over to the scarred guy, though he probably lingered on the old burns more than was polite, and shrugged, slipping his hands into his jacket's pockets. "Hey, at least you don't need padded muscles. Those always look so corny on actors." You'd probably sweat up a storm wearing them, too. Foam didn't seem like it'd breathe well.

[failbender]

"It's a stupid tradition," said Zuko flatly. "Clothes for fighting should be comfortable. Loose, but not so loose an enemy can grab them. But definitely not this tight."

He shifted again in his clothes and tugged on parts of the suit.

"They shouldn't feel like they're going to shift...places."

He looked faintly embarrassed at implying he had concerns the suit would give him a royal wedgie, but it really was a major concern.

[stillshinigami]

"Don't see why it'd have to be." Says this guy standing on the sidelines, only showing up here to offer moral support and a second opinion if needed. He himself is actually eyeing himself in a mirror having just gotten his new staffer jacket.

"These guys are tailors. If it makes you uncomfortable have em' change it. Or get two outfits. Really depends on the situation." He feels he's got a point. The skin tight thing is not his style, and from what he knows about superheroes, they come in all shapes and sizes. The spandex is optional.

[failbender]

"I'm not wearing this when I'm off duty."

So he didn't need two outfits. When he wasn't on a mission, he was going to wear normal clothes and get them tailored the way he liked, and if somebody didn't like it, they could stuff it.

"But I don't think they'll work the kind of clothes I like into their design. They keep insisting it's not superheroic enough or something."

They seemed fixated on this skintight thing and it really made him wonder about them a little.

[prorenataa]

Adrien had been hiding in the medical labs for days now. Honestly, it's what he'd been doing and if not there, he'd been in his quarters, reading everything and anything he could get his hands on about this world and Legionnaires.

He was aware that there had been a suggestion or two about mingling but they'd mostly gone ignored in favor of trying to get his feet under him; particularly in Medical. So when he got directed towards a workshop, he probably should have been suspicious but his mind was chewing on something he'd read and as such he didn't completely realize what he'd walked in on.

Not until he was a few steps into the shop and looking around at the skin tight, brightly colored scraps of fabric on display (and possibly on people!) Taking one look at a bright, neon orange jump suit with neon green accents, he turned around and began to head for the door.

Which was about the time Ferro spoke up, talking about the difference between hero and superhero.

"I'm okay with that," the doctor remarked. "I'm not okay with being visible from orbit without a telescope."

Neon Orange and Neon Green!!

No, nope, no way, not happening. Shoving his hands into his white lab coat, (his nice, neutral, plain white lab coat) he was going to do his best to escape.

[wherenoonegoes]

"Better not let the Athramites hear you say that. They're very particular about their work. I only escaped the horror by already having something that worked."

Hiccup, was, like normal, wearing something that looked like a medieval version of riding leathers. The only concessions to modernity were the belt buckle and the fact that it wasn't actually made out of leather, but rather a somewhat more flexible synthetic substitute.

[nerdninja]

Nothing had been finished for Donatello just yet - which was just as well, since he was holding the handful of sketches someone had passed him, turning them around to see if they looked any better turned sideways or upside-down (the answer: of course not), and squinting dubiously.

"I'm a turtle. I don't even wear clothes."

Who wanted to try and fuss with that over their shell, anyway?

[leverageintceo]

"I don't think wearing clothes a requirement," Parker said helpfully, peering over his shoulder at the designs from her position hovering in mid-air. "I was looking at the files and there have definitely been naked people on this team before."

[nerdninja]

"All clothes do is get in the way and make noise. I don't know how all you people stand them."

How was anyone supposed to ninja properly when their pantlegs kept rubbing together?

[crackentwist]

"I don't know about great..."

Pash didn't seem too put off by his reflection once he emerged from one of the dressing rooms and surveyed himself in the closest mirror. Possibly because - "But I've been in two militaries and this is still the first uniform I've had that doesn't clash with my hair, so I have to give points for that."

It wasn't all that bad, really, awkward tightness aside. Primarily a simple black, a few accents in purple - the only really bright color to his uniform was the yellow on the obligatory Legion symbol on the belt. He did a turn in front of the mirror, gaze still scrutinizing.

And then took a few steps back to reach inside the door to the dressing room and grab something from the pile of his old clothes sitting on the floor: a slightly faded flight jacket with unit patches on the sleeves for Cracken's Flight Group and Ace Squadron.

"I'm keeping my jacket on, though."

[kingtyrantranger]

"I can think of a few people here who might wish they had jackets once we hit somewhere chilly." Jason tried not to sound too smug, but he was glad to meet someone else in the toasty jacket brigade. He'd hoped not to stand out too much, and hey. Another jacket guy. "Now if only sweat pants looked remotely heroic."

Besides. Belt pouches were one thing, but you couldn't deny the wonders of pockets. Especially being able to shove your hands in them. Jason had been snowboarding enough times to know just how miserable you could get in the snow.

[crackentwist]

"Get the aura down, and I'm sure you could pull even that off. Half of making it look good is how you carry yourself, trust me."

Starfighter Command wasn't quite the same as superheroing, but he definitely had stories, nonetheless.

[enthraller]

In what was probably a nice change of pace for the clothers, Saralegui was fairly happy with what he was given.

Of course, he'd somehow managed to avoid getting one of those skintight, brightly colored things so many of the others were complaining about. What he'd ended up with wasn't too far off from the sort of thing he'd normally have worn anyway -- golds and ivories, high boots and simple cloaks.

So he sat calmly in the waiting area outside the dressing rooms with legs crossed, the odd mask thing pulled down to hang around his neck and glasses back on to shield the glare of the room's lighting. And while he was content with his own costume, he was delighted to watch everyone else suffer through the spandex.

"It's not that bad," he'd say, oh-so comforting. "It's...slimming."

He was trying not to grin, but it was a losing batttle.

[wherenoonegoes]

Hiccup was also on Team Miraculously Avoiding Spandex, by virtue of getting a version of his flight-suit, minus the glider attachments, made.

"Quit making fun. It could be worse. They at least have the build for it. I can think of more than a few people back home that I'd never want to see in clothes this tight." And at least one blonde, axe-wielding, Nadder riding warrior woman he did want to see in them, but he wasn't going to bring that up.

Beside him, Toothless nodded in agreement at his comment.

[enthraller]

"I'm not," Saralegui said innocently. "I'm just trying to help them appreciate the clothers' hard work. Surely, these outfits were all designed with our best interests in mind."

Of course, the innocent act was a little less convincing for his lack of focus in keeping it up. But could you blame him? There was a dragon right there. He'd never actually seen one before, after all. It was hard not to blatantly lean forward in his seat to peek around Hiccup for a better look.

[leverageintceo]

"Is there any way to make the belt less shiny?"

Parker examined her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty okay with her uniform -- it was mostly black, and the parts that weren't black were a gray that would have looked black if they hadn't been next to black. Really, it wasn't all that different from the kind of thing she wore stealing back home, except it was a super hero costume and the semi-built-in shoes were even more comfortable than her sneakers.

"I'm not used to shiny. It's weird."

She was going to have to get a picture for Hardison.

[enthraller]

The shine wasn't what Saralegui was focused on, giving her outfit a once over from his seat at the side of the room with an odd expression.

"It's a great deal of black."

Boots and belts and the like were fine, unimportant enough to be permissible. But that much black fabric felt...presumptuous. Irreverent.

[leverageintceo]

"I like black," Parker answered.

She'd never seen much point in owning clothes that she couldn't work in, which meant black and a few pieces in white and gray. Archie had attempted to teach her about wearing color a few times, but she'd never seen it as particularly important and he'd eventually given up and gone back to teaching her to steal things. Sophie had managed to get more color in Parker's closet by explaining how and when and why to wear it for the sake of the con. Still work clothes, just not "thieving" clothes.

But black was comfortable, and Archie and Sophie had both acknowledged that it "worked" for her, so black she continued to wear.

[stillshinigami]

He whistles, because damn.

Seriously. Damn.

"Non reflective material?" Shiny was not really something he was too fond of either. Too easily spotted. Him? He's not here for a costume fitting, just serving as the peanut gallery over here, sporting a new Legion jacket, the uniform for the support crew.

At least he's discreet about his gawking.

[the_civilian]

Tadashi was so glad he'd invented a robot that made concerned noises at him if he let his workout routine lapse. Sure, his uniform had some futuristic gel-padding in it, to protect him from some of the bumps and bruises hew was likely to acquire as a Legionnaire, but it was still pretty form-fitting. He rubbed absently at the Legion 'L' emblem on his chest, absently checking the indicator light on his power-control device. The Athramites had wanted to match the color of his uniform to the light, but he'd argued in favor of a shade he'd liked a little better.

Fred would be absolutely green with envy if he could see him now. Hiro would probably just think he looked like a dork.

Tadashi bit his lip and resettled his helmet, trying not to look too downcast.

[failbender]

"Your helmet looks ridiculous," said Zuko because he had no manners whatsoever.

(Maybe Tadashi could invent a robot that could have manners for him. Those existed in some universes.)

Zuko was mostly criticizing Tadashi because he felt ridiculous and he was taking it out on someone else. Someone that was an easy target. With a dumb-looking helmet.

[wherenoonegoes]

"Doin' alright over here?" Hiccup was idly passing his own helmet, one obviously patterned after the dragon beside him, from hand to hand.

[wherenoonegoes]

Hiccup had mostly escaped the horror of the Athramites and their measuring tape of doom. Apparently, they'd sensed a kindred spirit in him, and instead of designing an all new costume for him, gave him a synthetic copy of the suit he himself had designed. He'd stuck around, though, just to see what everyone else had ended up with.

Toothless was mostly here to laugh at everyone.

"C'mon guys, get out here. It can't be that bad."

[nomoresparkle]

Sparkle Bright had been inspecting herself in one of the mirrors, running her hands down the front of her costume with a very self-critical frown on her face.

Hiccup's comment made her frown deepen as she turned away from the mirror. "Spandex is never good. I had so hoped I could eat a slice of bread here or something."