Luck favors the prepared.

Ahh! Welcome Darlings, I'm sure you know who I am, but I feel it is necessary to introduce myself. Edna Mode, Call me 'E'. Some of my notable accomplishments include (and are not limited too); designing super suits no capes however, and being all around fashionable. Need any work done? You know where to find me, darling. Now move it! No time for talk darling. Blah- Blah- Blah, you see? Post Incredibles, obviously darling!

[my-darling-wendy]

Just a Patch Job || Edna & Wendy

"But Mother, I want a new dress not this one," Wendy complained. "Everyone at school has new ones and I have to stay with this dingy thing." 

"Wendy, you know that you cannot have everything you want," Mrs. Darling stated. "We are getting this one patched up, end of story." 

Little to her Mother’s knowledge, Wendy had torn her dress in order to get a new one that the other girls her age had. Wendy should have known it was foolish to tear just a single part of it. Tearing up the whole thing would have been better. Of course, her mother insisted that they must go to the nearest tailor to get it repaired because of the delicacy of the fabric. 

Wendy and her mother were walking down the street of London’s shopping district to find the best tailor in town, but little to Wendy’s knowledge she found that this store was modern with all the latest fashion trends. As they entered the store, Wendy unbuttoned her greyish blue jacket to reveal her current outfit: a light blue knee length dress with a darker blue ribbon around the waist complimented with a pair of knee length socks and black shoes. Her straw hat completed the outfit with a match dark blue ribbon. 

The shop was bustling with people moving around fabirc, getting measured for a dress and women stitching the back. Fashionable dresses of the period were displayed all around the room and attendants everywhere were helping customers. 

"Wow," Wendy exclaimed. Turning to her mother, she looked at her straight in the eyes with clasped hands. "Please Mother may I get a new dress. There are so many lovely ones in this shop, and I absolutely must have one."

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Edna admired her progress so far from the design room - she was in London at the moment, designing some simple, yet elegant dresses for a shop that had a good reputation, and requested of her appearance. It would make the people of London more aware of who she was -- if they already weren't, and give her a chance to work with customers more hands on.

She left her work desk to go greet a few customers, get ideas, and design a few specific dresses for certain customers. It would be fun, and Edna liked working with a full plate.

The first two people she chose to speak with, were a mother and daughter. Or so she assumed -- due to their resemblance. "Hello! Welcome, can I help you with anything in particular? Say the word, and I can design something just for you, darling!" Edna said excitedly, her face full of eagerness . 

[pull-yourself--together]

The crazy woman, and the crazy job || Edna & Prince Hans

[prince-hans-the-frozen-heart]

pull-yourself—together:

Finally seeming to realize he’d settled down on the floor for the last few minutes, Hans upright himself, pushing up onto his feet and looking down at the little woman’s proposal. He furrowed his brows in thought.

"…Actually, that’s pretty similar to my job with Milo Thatch," Hans said. "We sometimes do field research that requires us to travel into unmapped areas, observe the land, take notes, make sketches… and map the area, while collecting enough reference material to really express what’s out there. Uncharted lands aren’t always the safest places, either, so my swordsmanship has already served us well out there. Escorting you on a photo shoot would be fairly similar…”

He paused however, raising his brows at Edna.

"Are you photographing something dangerous, Miss Mode? Wildlife? Unsteady rock formations? …Celebrities? Anyway, I’m not unfamiliar with dangerous escort missions, and I’d love to help you with your work. Whatever you need me for, count me in, Miss Mode. I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to help me, so I’m happy to repay you however I can."

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna watched Hans expectantly – pleased with his reaction to her asking of him to accompany her on photo-shoot mission. She chose this matter of payment for many reasons. She knew more about the Prince than he knew, once you’re know by the world (like Edna is) you tend to know everything about the world as well. She had heard of his business in Arendelle, and sure he had made a few bad decisions – but the prince was back on the right track, and that was all that mattered. She intended on teaching him a few lessons through this experience, however. Edna also knew the dangers of the location, and would need someone strong enough to defend her, or possibly save her life, if matters should come to that. The whole “trying out your suit” shenanigans was just a good cover up. Hans was clever enough to know there was something else behind her wanting him to come, and she was well aware of that – the prince was no fool, but he’d have to wait and find out what it was.

“Dangerous, perhaps you could say so – but nothing I can’t handle! With the help of you, of course. Your experience will be needed here, so I must say I am pleased to hear you’re not a novice with the industry of danger.” Edna smiled and nodded her head in a quick beat.

“One small drawback, darling – we’re on a tight schedule here, and it just so happens that our flight is scheduled to take off in a few minutes. Hopefully you have everything you need, and if not; we can find something along the way for you. The plane has necessities, so you won’t be lacking of those.” Edna scanned her watch, the time read 11:07 and they were to leave at 11:15.

She gestured towards the security door, and walked over first to scan her eye once more, and put her hand on the scanner to get the door to open up again. After Hans had walked through, it locked and would stay locked for a week give or take. Edna had previously warned her guards that she would be away, and serious protection would be needed. Without her there, they would need to work much more efficiently to secure everything.

Once through the muddle of hallways the home opened up to the same room where they had previously sat earlier, and the main door out of her home. She had several suitcases lined up by the door, all very high quality and efficient. She, unlike Hans, had time to pack and prepare.

Perhaps she should have warned Hans earlier.. but if she had there was a chance he could decline coming. So this was the best decision.

Edna picked up the smallest of her suitcases, allowing one of the guards to get the rest – and walked out of the door, smiling at Hans. “My apologies for everything being so last minute, the idea came to me on a whim, once you had already left to come here. I had no other way of telling you, you see.”

The helipad sat in the distance, with the jet looking thing over it. Several of her flighcrew were out, assuring everything was working properly with the jet. Edna gestured to the plane with her hands, and grinned widely. “Had I mentioned I owned a jet? These things slip from my mind sometimes darling, but this is what we’ll be taking! It’s bold, and quite breathtaking!”  

[pull-yourself--together]

ooc: I've been a bit busy with my other two lovely characters- so Miss.Mode seems to be lacking threads! Shoot me a message concerning any thread you'd like to continue (that I may have forgotten) or something brand new!

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The crazy woman, and the crazy job || Edna & Prince Hans

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna sat on her chair, as her design ignited in front of them, literally. She was most pleased to be back in this sort of design. Lately, Edna had been designing real clothing, not clothing meant for protection for dangerous forces. She was a bit surprised when Hans jumped in shock from the suit.

"Oh, did I forget to mention earlier that it would be fireproof? My bad, darling. But, I want you to be safe. Your hectic life makes me worry. I am not a woman of worrying, either."

She was surprised at herself for showing compassion to someone she had sort-of just met, and cleared her mind of all things that brought upon worry. Besides, it was ultimately best if she showed her usual sense of confidence and somewhat “tough-love” lifestyle.

"Get up darling! Is this any way to face your fears? Tsk tsk. This suit will protect you from anything! Literally. Anyone who tries to hit you with  bullet, fear not! You’re practically bulletproof. A spinning arrow fired at your chest.. but no! Prince Hans has done it again! Darling, this will make you invincible!” Edna seethed, her voice booming around the whole perimeter of the viewing room.

Everything seemed settled. She had completed what he had came here for, his brilliant suit. But, their deal wasn’t settled. After receiving a wonderful suit like that, Hans would need to repay Edna back somehow.

"Oh darling, one small matter we’ve yet to discuss.. the form of payment for your suit?"

[prince-hans-the-frozen-heart]

Edna Mode was… worried? About Hans?

Baffled by this admission, Hans forgot to move himself up from the floor, and instead sat cross-legged in front of Edna’s chair and listened. Her booming manner of speaking made her seem much larger than she was — and from his vantage point in front of her seat, she was higher than his eye-level for once. At the woman’s passion-fueled descriptions of the daring escapes from death he could make with the help of this new suit, Prince Hans blushed slightly, scratching a bit at his auburn sideburns.

"Geez, wouldn’t that be a relief? To be invincible,” he murmured. Ordinarily, he might have had quite a few reservations about such a suit existing, but Edna was a designer of super suits — for actual superheroes. Hans wasn’t much of a hero… not really… but a suit that was good enough to protect a super would surely serve him well!

But he shook his head a bit at the mentioning of payment, glancing back to Edna with an apologetic smile.

"Well… I did mention from the beginning what a state I’m in, financially. I’ve gotten a steady job in New York since we last spoke — it’s great, I’m a linguist and cartographer’s assistant — but I’m afraid I haven’t really stabilized yet. I still don’t even know if I’ll be able to afford an apartment, or if I should keep paying to stay at the motel. It’s all a bit muddled… Thank you so much for doing this for me, this suit, but my finances haven’t improved much since before…"

Leaning a bit against Edna’s chair, Hans tapped his jaw in thought. His hazel eyes sharpened with focus — though he knew he couldn’t pay in coins, there had to be some way of doing this fairly…

"…A monthly payment plan, perhaps? …A trade? …Well, I don’t have much, but I am a man of many talents.”

Glancing up at Edna again, Hans gave a determined smile.

"Horseback riding, animal training, swordsmanship… I’m a bit photogenic, or so I’m told… I’m also adept at throwing people out of windows, thanks to a certain emperor. Is there anything at all I can do for you, Miss Mode…?”

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna watched Hans reaction closely, after years of doing this sort of thing, determining whether the customer truly liked the design or not was easy to pick up on. Not that it mattered, but Edna liked to consider herself a mogul when it came to reading people. If she wasn’t so involved in the fashion industry, her line of work would be in the people department. Whatever that sort of job may be.

Hans appeared to like the suit, which made Edna warm up a bit- there was nothing like seeing a success. But, he still seemed to be taken aback in the seriousness of it all. The suit had some qualities and capabilities that seemed quite impossible. The fire and gun display could have been a bit much for someone who wasn’t quite adjusted to the high-quality designs she worked with. Nonetheless, she could spy a pleased reaction when she saw one, and Hans looked quite contempt.

“You’re telling me- I like to think invincibility comes with a price. The reason many of us are not, is because we are not willing to do what it takes to become invincible. I myself am far from it, contrary to what others might think.” Edna mused, clapping her hands to signal a change of discussion matter.

As soon as Hans started to discuss his distressed financial situation, Edna remembered hearing of his saying so. She had assumed-wrongly assumed- that carrying the title of a prince automatically gave you the luxury of not having to worry about money, and the stress that came along with it. Hans was among the few who made a break through and decided to fend for himself, which was very noble of him to do. Whether it was by choice, or forced, he seemed to be doing a good job with taking care of himself on his own.

A trade? Photogenic?

“Well aren’t you something. The last time I heard of someone with that many talents I was discussing myself!” Edna laughed crisply, and smiled refreshingly at Prince Hans.

“Now that you mention yourself being quite photogenic, and the fact that you’re rather handy with the sword of yours.. A rather handy trade popped into my mind! As you know, I am a world renowned fashion designer and photographer. I am assigned, er- honored to be a part of a wonderful shoot. You know, take pictures for a magazine... earn more fame – feh feh feh! You mention yourself being quite photogenic, so it wouldn’t be a stretch for you to accompany me! You know, be my escort, help me look at the land for some nice shots.. and even test out your suit! That’s all I really want. Nothing much. In return, you get the suit! A wonderfully fair trade, might I add, darling.” The photoshoot would be more than just pictures.. that was for sure.

[dont-give-us-a-reason]

"Oh darling, tell me you don't wear those clothes on a day to day basis? Spare me the pain."

The two enormous men looked each other over for a moment. She must have been out of her mind. Bruno took hold of the tiny woman, and hung her up on a coat rack, and they walked away, looking surly as ever.

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna seethed as the two large men idiotically hung her up on the rack."I demand you take me down! This is no place for a world class designer to be, anyway! I am worth more than this whole place!" Edna spat angrily.

[pull-yourself--together]

The clothing makes the person. | rapunzel & edna.

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna sighed reassuringly. Not another super, or super villain was seeping it’s way into the world of supers. although they made great clientele they happened to be dangerous to the rest of the world. People like Syndrome didn’t just parade around giving compliments, they were dangerous.

"That’s news to my ears — reassuring news, though darling. The last thing we need is another super villain to put the world in danger. Not like you would ever do that, right?" Edna laughed meticulously and focused once more on Rapunzel.

"It’s astonishing, darling. Simply gorgeous. Take good care of it, very good care. I see people put their good qualities to waste every day. Such a sad story, but we move on," Edna took another glance at the blondes hair before speaking again.

"What type of things do I design, hm? Just about everything, darling. Super suits, skirts, dresses, — I even do weddings, pantsuits - although I’d prefer otherwise, so you see, I have a variety. Although I do not do capes. Just don’t."

"Enough about me, my dear girl, tell me about you! What got you into the lovely fashion society?” Edna smiled again.

[the-lost--princess]

Smiling, Rapunzel nodded, promising to take good care of her dress. She wore it often not having a large wardrobe in the first place. Not that one needed many different outfits when they spent most days indoors, seeing no one other than family.

Rapunzel’s only other dress was a light shade of green and not nearly as intricately designed as the pink one she was wearing now. The green one was worn on laundry days or when Rapunzel wasn’t feeling particularly well. 

Shaking her head, trying to clear the confusion, Rapunzel stopped Edna. 

"Super suits?" She asked. "Sorry, I-I’m not familiar with—" 

"Oh, and I’m not in the fashion society! I didn’t even know there was such a thing!" Rapunzel noted with a light laugh. She knew of the merchants who sold clothing in the marketplace… But fashion was not a big industry in Corona like it seemed to be in… wherever Edna was from. 

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"You didn't know?! Oh darling, where have you been? Fashion is a huge industry, it's my way of making a living. I happen to be one of the best at it, too. I won't shun you for your simple mistakes, darling. Perhaps you would like to see some true fashion for yourself? Oh! A brilliant idea. One day in the streets and you'll see what true brilliance looks like." Edna smiled gingerly at Rapunzel, half expecting her to jump on the idea of spending time with a world-famous designer.

"Would you like to join me? I could design you a new dress, you need at least 3 options to choose from. Of course, this is a one time offer and the chance of a lifetime so you better choose quickly darling.." Edna spoke softly, and turned her chin in the air.

"Don't keep me waiting!"

[pull-yourself--together]

The crazy woman, and the crazy job || Edna & Prince Hans

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna nearly felt her eyes pop out of her head. Danger from kissing? This was something she couldn’t possibly imagine. Edna had seen danger in all sorts, she worked with superheroes and often heard of their demise, very dangerous. But kissing seemed to be more of a safe thing, whatever the case, Edna let it slide and let the prince finish speaking.

"Almost died? Darling, you need to step up your game! Show some serious defense to those who try to — um, kiss you! I on the other hand, have no time for romance. Feh-Feh-Feh, really! Work is most important to me, darling. I try to make it show in my designs." Edna explained, unusually thoughtfully.

She smiled earnestly at Hans compliment, and eagerness to see what she designed. These moments were what Edna lived for.

“Thank you, darling. I’m equally as excited to see your reaction.” Edna spoke honestly, with a eager smile at the end of her words.

Edna pressed another button on her hand held remote, this time it triggered the opening of the curtain which Edna and Hans sat infront of. Behind the curtain, was a glass screen that had a bulletproof mannequin, modeling Han’s red, slim suit. It was fitted just for him, and was slim enough to be worn under clothing,.

"Your suit, darling, is made with micro-fiber slimming threads. It will fit you perfectly, and is also sweat resistant. This is slim enough to be worn under all of your clothing without being seen, and is considerably comfortable, as well. It’s very silky, if I do say so." Edna instructed breathlessly, as if it as rehearsed.

"More impressive, it is also bulletproof, because with you, darling, I can never be too sure. You get fired at by guns practically every day. FIRE PROOF, " Edna roared, as a tank shot at the suit, and it was lit on fire.

"Opinions, darling?"

[prince-hans-the-frozen-heart]

"Romance is the last thing I’m looking for, believe me,” Hans said with a sigh, crossed his arms and leaning into the backrest of the small seat he had taken beside Edna. “All it’s ever brought me is trouble, really. And it’s not that I’m afraid of getting kissed in general — but I didn’t even know half of the those people, and I hate feeling like I’m being stalked. …Besides, literally no one asked, and some of those people were considerably—”

Hans winced slightly, as if a small static shock had snapped into his head.

"Ah… considerably dangerous, like the…”

Another quick shock. He paused a moment, brows furrowing in some confusion as his head seemed to hurt. A sensation tingled at his fingertips as if his mind were approaching an electric fence whenever he thought about the Evil Queen Grimhilde, and being allowed to walk away from her castle without death or injury, but something else had —

Feeling a sharp sort of migraine coming on, Hans raised a hand to the bridge of his nose to sooth it.

"Ah… never mind. I’d rather not think about it, Miss Mode, it was all incredibly silly and frequently insulting — but nothing like being shot at on a regular basis, no. I’m sort of hoping to avoid that trend while I’m living in America… "

why is it so hard to think about that last dare now…?

Nothing… happened…

I don’t REMEMBER anything happening… so… nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

The click of a button and the sudden fluttering of the curtains brought Hans’ attention back down to earth. His first impulse was to roll up from his seat and stand at the glass like a kid admiring a toy train set behind a shop window, but no, he was a gentleman — perfectly well mannered and controlled. Instead, he sat up taller with a gleaming interest in his eyes.

He nodded, listening carefully to Edna’s explanation of the suit’s construction, though he wasn’t sure what most of those things were. The idea of having a suit under-armor, like a light, slim bulletproof vest he could move quickly in, was more than enough to get him excited. If things could only calm down for him in America, finally, if he could only have some time to think and feel relatively safe, Hans was sure he could begin working through his issues, clear his head, find out some way to deal with everything he’d brought upon himself in a catastrophic act of ambition and cruelty…

But he wasn’t expecting Edna to suddenly shout with such fierce intensity, or for the super suit to suddenly combust in an explosion of flames. Moving on a hairline trigger of self defense, Hans yelped and sprang from his seat, managing to drop himself sharply in front of Edna, hands already out in front of him to try, pathetically really, to stop the flames from engulfing them both…

He had forgotten about the glass, and Edna’s flair for the dramatic. The fire merely swept around the suit, not damaging it — and certainly didn’t explode outward to kill them both. Suddenly feeling quite a bit silly, Hans dropped his hands, blushing sharply.

"Er… Sorry…" he muttered, then glanced sheepishly up at the suit behind the glass. "I ah… I don’t think anyone has literally aimed a tank at me yet, but… I suppose I’d like to be prepared for anything…"

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna sat on her chair, as her design ignited in front of them, literally. She was most pleased to be back in this sort of design. Lately, Edna had been designing real clothing, not clothing meant for protection for dangerous forces. She was a bit surprised when Hans jumped in shock from the suit.

"Oh, did I forget to mention earlier that it would be fireproof? My bad, darling. But, I want you to be safe. Your hectic life makes me worry. I am not a woman of worrying, either."

She was surprised at herself for showing compassion to someone she had sort-of just met, and cleared her mind of all things that brought upon worry. Besides, it was ultimately best if she showed her usual sense of confidence and somewhat "tough-love" lifestyle.

"Get up darling! Is this any way to face your fears? Tsk tsk. This suit will protect you from anything! Literally. Anyone who tries to hit you with  bullet, fear not! You're practically bulletproof. A spinning arrow fired at your chest.. but no! Prince Hans has done it again! Darling, this will make you invincible!" Edna seethed, her voice booming around the whole perimeter of the viewing room.

Everything seemed settled. She had completed what he had came here for, his brilliant suit. But, their deal wasn't settled. After receiving a wonderful suit like that, Hans would need to repay Edna back somehow.

"Oh darling, one small matter we've yet to discuss.. the form of payment for your suit?"

[raggedy-sally]

Sewing Methodology ll Sally and Edna

[raggedy-sally]

  Sally frowned slightly as she accepted the pencils and pad. She’d never really tried drawing before and she was sure she wouldn’t be good at it. She nodded at the suggestion of a drink. “That would be excellent, thank you.” 

She took a seat at the desk and set pencil to paper, first sketching the shape of a person. Then she sat staring at the shape, at a loss. She didn’t really know what to draw. She still didn’t entirely understand the concept of fashion. Maybe she should just draw something she’d enjoy wearing?

She started sketching a long dress with a corset in it. She let the neckline sit across the shoulders with long sleeves that hid the figure’s hands. Quickly adding a small necklace, she reached for the in of coloured pencils. She sketched the corset a salmon pink, adding a few dark spirals to give it something else to look at. Grabbing a blue pencil that seemed to shimmer with a blue like a clear summer sky, she filled in the rest of the dress, all except the sleeves. For those, she found a beautiful light yellow, and shaded them in. When she finished, she smiled slightly and sat up, looking around for Edna.

[pull-yourself--together]

"Of course, darling." Edna mused, and poured a glass of raspberry lemonade in a glass. She walked it back over to her desk for Sally, and paced the squared glass next to Sally’s ongoing sketch.

Edna watched intently as Sally drew. The drawing was a dress, something that resembled what Sally was wearing. The sketch, however, was very eye catching, and easy to look at. The colors popped, but were smooth together. Edna nodded in agreement as Sally added the spirals, a decorative tough, indeed. The dress was not something Edna would sketch, but now that she looked at the finished product, it looked very successful.

"Very well done, now I know why I chose you. The colors are very eye catching, and I must say I am impressed with the daring neckline. With a week’s work, you’ll be designing styles right off the Milan runway."

[raggedy-sally]

Sally gingerly took a sip of the strange red drink the small woman had bought her. It was strange, almost fizzy, with a sweet taste of fruit, with a sour hint. Whatever it was, it was ingenious.

She beamed at the woman’s reaction to her dress. “It’s really okay? I thought the mix of colours might be a little … interesting.” She wasn’t quite sure whether that was the right word but she was amazed the woman didn’t mind the colours. Most humans reacted negatively to her strange garments.

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna raised an eyebrow at Sally's indecisiveness. She was enjoying the design very much, and that in itself was nothing that should bring doubt to Sally's mind. Edna was very pleased with her choice in an assistant, and she could see big things in Sally's future.

"Don't doubt me, darling. I'm sure I like your design, and you should as well. You've done what every designer hates doing, and that's taking risks. Risky decisions like stepping out of your comfort zone, are what make a great designer. I think the design is brilliant."  Edna admitted earnestly.

[pull-yourself--together]

An aquatic client // Edna + Ariel

Prague. Flashing lights, dazzling fashions, practically every designer’s dream to visit and be a part of. That also applied for the fashion guru herself, Edna Mode. Her appearance had been requested by several of the designers, and  companies sponsoring, and designing many outfits for this year’s event. So she sat in one of the front row seats, right beside the runway, clapping at the marvelous pieces, and rolling her eyes at the ones that clearly needed work. It was an event of extreme patience. A single show could go on for two hours, followed by several others each by designers who dreamed of getting a god reputation from tough critics, like Edna.

Once the show was over, Edna decided to take a break, refresh herself, and enjoy some of Prague’s wonderful sights. Fashion was a tough industry, and working as a top designer really added stress and pressure. Many of the designers were heading to the after party, hosted by a makeup company, which Edna declined too. She was so exhausted that one night’s rest and relaxing could do no harm. The shores were constantly being covered in waves, and the dock’s sat out in the distance, covered with lights and high tables where couples sat at. How darling, Edna mused with a laugh to herself. She walked up to a stool, jumped up, and asked the waiter for sparkling water. Edna was usually not one to drink, and declined to do so tonight.

Her table overlooked the shore line, and the water was just below her feet, off of the docks of course. Edna smiled to herself, perfectly contempt with herself at the moment.

splash

Edna was caught off guard, she whipped around, sending her dark brown, almost black, bob whipping as well. Something, or someone was out there and she wanted to know who.

[curious-mermaid]

Ariel surfaced from the water and gasped softly at the sky in awe. Here, in Prague, it was a picture perfect night; the stars were out, the lights were dimmed, and the crescent moon shone brightly in the sky. She gazed at the line-up of different buildings along the dock. The city appeared rather crammed from this angle, and they curved along with the turn edges of the dock to take opportunity of the space available. The lights were dimmed, and a few people were sitting outside of a cafe. 

Surely they wouldn’t notice her looking around, right? 

Oh, I have to take a closer look! I wonder if they eat the same things we do.

The mermaid giggled softly and dove back into the water to swim forward, her tail briefly appearing and splashing in the water. 

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna pushed back her circle rimmed glasses, and watched the water closely.  She very well knew that something was out there, but it made a noise quite like most humans do when swimming. Edna was not about to let her thoughts diminish, and tell herself she was downright crazy for thinking she'd heard someone in the waters, because she had.

She slipped a few dollars on the table for her drink, and left the spot on the dock. She was going to have to get a better view, which required her to go onto the beach. Edna left her shoes on while walking along the sand, she didn't worry much about them, they weren't her favorite anyway.

"Hello? Who on earth is swimming in such cold water? I shall have you know darling, you startled me."

[pull-yourself--together]

As always, the fashion queen is back in business, darling.

[pull-yourself--together]

Any other threads I have?

Rapunzel Violet Bert Ariel Mary Sally Hans Piglet Just trying to keep track, darling!

[pull-yourself--together]

The crazy woman, and the crazy job. || Edna & Prince Hans.

[pull-yourself--together]

As Hans and Edna walked down the long hallways that led to the remote section of her house, she decided it was time to engage herself in the typical, small talk that was withheld from her usual daily routine. The viewing room was very secluded, as Edna feared others may try and steal her designs from time to time.

“Good health?!" Edna shouted, then continued, "An outrage, I’ve never been better, darling. I assume you haven’t been doing anything ridiculous either, correct?"

Edna approached the most detailed scanner in her home, the one right before the screening room. Without hesitation Edna walked right up to the panel on the wall, and placed her hand in the small outline. The light flashed green, then scent a laser to scan her eye, she followed and kept her eye open wide as the laser scanned every aspect. Another light flashed green, and she granted Hans access as well.

“Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, Guest.” Edna could picture the look of surprise on Hans face as she went through all of the security, but kept moving on. The silver doors opened automatically, and Edna walked over to the control panel and pulled up Hans’ suit. Once everything was set, she returned back to where he was waiting, and sat down in the chair located on the movable section of the floor.

"Well, let’s see this suit, shall we?" as soon as the words came out of her mouth, the panel zipped across the floor.

[prince-hans-the-frozen-heart]

Prince Hans followed along down the security hall, mostly looking stunned by everything. He had been trying to get some exploring done in America, because things were so different here, but… the prince mostly felt content to stay in his small, familiar section of New York and just disappear for a while. Though it had only been two months or so, Hans had missed the stability he’d had in London Town.

Securing that stability in New York was a top priority.

But he would certainly have to start branching out again into this new terrain, because these were some of the weirdest, highest-tech things he had seen outside of the London Fair. Little square boxes with focusing and refocusing lenses (and uncomfortably beeping right lights) kept turning on the walls to watch him, and there was a sort of silver panel on the wall that flashed lights in Edna’s eyes, which she didn’t seem to mind.

Uneasy by the technology (and wondering if it would all be as troublesome as those irritating automobiles), Hans hung onto the comforting familiarity of useless smalltalk.

"I haven’t been up to anything too ridiculous,” he began, and then blushed a bit when he realized what a colossal lie that was. He cleared his throat a bit, following her into the room.

"Well, actually… I guess I’ve been chased around a lot lately, but not so much by people with swords and guns, aside from Sergeant Calhoun," he said, and scratched at his auburn sideburns a bit uncomfortably. "I think my life has been legitimately in danger multiple times throughout, but mostly, people were just chasing me down to grab me in the streets and kiss me. It’s a little bit funny, I guess, but I think I probably died a couple of times. So… indeed, ‘almost died a couple times lately’. Same news as always, I suppose.”

Hans followed the Edna to the seats on the moving platform — once again, very small. He sat politely with her, but looked a bit anxiously at the viewing glass.

"I’m… I’m looking forward to what you’ve come up with, Miss Mode," he said with an uneasy smile. "Your other designs are consistently impressive."

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna nearly felt her eyes pop out of her head. Danger from kissing? This was something she couldn't possibly imagine. Edna had seen danger in all sorts, she worked with superheroes and often heard of their demise, very dangerous. But kissing seemed to be more of a safe thing, whatever the case, Edna let it slide and let the prince finish speaking.

"Almost died? Darling, you need to step up your game! Show some serious defense to those who try to -- um, kiss you! I on the other hand, have no time for romance. Feh-Feh-Feh, really! Work is most important to me, darling. I try to make it show in my designs." Edna explained, unusually thoughtfully.

She smiled earnestly at Hans compliment, and eagerness to see what she designed. These moments were what Edna lived for.

"Thank you, darling. I'm equally as excited to see your reaction." Edna spoke honestly, with a eager smile at the end of her words.

Edna pressed another button on her hand held remote, this time it triggered the opening of the curtain which Edna and Hans sat infront of. Behind the curtain, was a glass screen that had a bulletproof mannequin, modeling Han's red, slim suit. It was fitted just for him, and was slim enough to be worn under clothing,.

"Your suit, darling, is made with micro-fiber slimming threads. It will fit you perfectly, and is also sweat resistant. This is slim enough to be worn under all of your clothing without being seen, and is considerably comfortable, as well. It's very silky, if I do say so." Edna instructed breathlessly, as if it as rehearsed.

"More impressive, it is also bulletproof, because with you, darling, I can never be too sure. You get fired at by guns practically every day. FIRE PROOF, " Edna roared, as a tank shot at the suit, and it was lit on fire.

"Opinions, darling?"

[monsters-inc-sec-blog]

A Strange Request // Edna & Celia

Celia felt a little insecure when she hung up with the strange artist on the other line.

She leaned back in her chair at Monsters Incorporated for only a second, and then it was back to work. She closed all of her personal tabs on her computer — except one. Her eye remained on the website she recently ordered clothes from, ‘E. Mode’s SuperSuits’, a place she’d hoped to find something nice and formal to wear to Mike’s next big event he had planned for the two of them.

'SuperSuits'. A name Celia assumed meant: dress suits for any size or shape or creature, that fits so perfectly, it's super. But…scrolling through the site… Celia squinted at the screen unsure of what these outfits were. They looked like the kigurumi pajamas she had at home, but just a bit…tighter? That's what the phone call was about. She had contacted this mysterious 'E. Mode' in hopes of seeing her today. Perhaps she could get fitted. Maybe she could get better insight to this strange fashion, and who knows? She could be the new trendsetter.

Celia smiled at her own thoughts. ‘Me. A trendsetter in a wild place like Monstropolis?’

'That would be pretty neat.'

It was about 4:30 when Celia heard a strange commotion coming from near the front door. She checked the clock. The laugh floor was still full of monsters, who could be arriving this late?

[pull-yourself--together]

Sure, all sorts of people in all different kinds of towns and cities wanted a fashion job done. It wasn’t out of the norm when Edna had to fly in the jet to a city she’d never experienced. But now with her career reaching it’s 25 year peak, she’d been to pretty many places across the world. It wasn’t often that she had a new experience. Yet the impossible still seemed to happen. Just before she shut down the work phone line from receiving calls, a peculiar call came in. The caller id read, “Monstropolis" somewhere Edna had never heard of. So she decided to grasp the opportunity, and answered the call. A new design would be taken on, and she had been requested to meet personally with the girl, named Celia.

So here she was, walking through the streets as Richard lugged several designer luggage’s behind her. Edna received many glances, and some people even fawning over her.

"Hello darling," she muttered several times to whomever approached her.

Her destination was on the left, a broad factory entitled Monsters Incorporated, the M had an eye in it, clever designing on their part. The factory’s outer design gave no clue as to what went on inside. Without hesitation, Edna burst through the doors, and to the front desk.

"Does Celia work here?"

[monsters-inc-sec-blog]

Celia jumped in her seat and turned when she heard mention of her name. “Oh—Um! Yes! I’m…Celia..?” She met eyes with a gentleman carrying a bunch of expensive looking bags. “..E-Edna?”

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna smiled as the girl whom she assumed to be Celia approached her enthusiastically. She looked young, and very peppy to say the least, not to mention her pinkish skin, and hair which appeared to move. Most people would find her alarming, but Edna was used to her fair share of people and their differences.

"Who do we have here.." Edna murmured, glancing at Celia.

"The hair, what a bold choice, darling!  And - Of course I'm Edna Mode! who were you expecting?" Edna croaked, snapping her head to face Celia.

[raggedy-sally]

Sewing Methodology ll Sally and Edna

[raggedy-sally]

  Sally nodded and smiled. She liked the idea, and crazy colours were rather nice. “So where do we start, and when do we start? Do we start with sewing or drawing or what did you want me to do?” Sally looked at Edna expectantly, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

[pull-yourself--together]

"Where do we start? Right here darling! At this very desk. Oh— perhaps I should request you your own desk, something next to mine. For now, you can use my desk. I’d like to get a sense of your style, darling. Draw me something you see would be fashionable. Classy, yet modest." 

Edna pulled out a pad of drawling paper, her colored pencils specifically Edna Mode crafted, and a drawing pen.

"Now make me something, darling!" Edna called loudly, and then on  a quieter note,

"Perhaps something to drink, as well?"

[raggedy-sally]

Sally frowned slightly as she accepted the pencils and pad. She’d never really tried drawing before and she was sure she wouldn’t be good at it. She nodded at the suggestion of a drink. “That would be excellent, thank you.” 

She took a seat at the desk and set pencil to paper, first sketching the shape of a person. Then she sat staring at the shape, at a loss. She didn’t really know what to draw. She still didn’t entirely understand the concept of fashion. Maybe she should just draw something she’d enjoy wearing?

She started sketching a long dress with a corset in it. She let the neckline sit across the shoulders with long sleeves that hid the figure’s hands. Quickly adding a small necklace, she reached for the in of coloured pencils. She sketched the corset a salmon pink, adding a few dark spirals to give it something else to look at. Grabbing a blue pencil that seemed to shimmer with a blue like a clear summer sky, she filled in the rest of the dress, all except the sleeves. For those, she found a beautiful light yellow, and shaded them in. When she finished, she smiled slightly and sat up, looking around for Edna.

[pull-yourself--together]

"Of course, darling." Edna mused, and poured a glass of raspberry lemonade in a glass. She walked it back over to her desk for Sally, and paced the squared glass next to Sally's ongoing sketch.

Edna watched intently as Sally drew. The drawing was a dress, something that resembled what Sally was wearing. The sketch, however, was very eye catching, and easy to look at. The colors popped, but were smooth together. Edna nodded in agreement as Sally added the spirals, a decorative tough, indeed. The dress was not something Edna would sketch, but now that she looked at the finished product, it looked very successful.

"Very well done, now I know why I chose you. The colors are very eye catching, and I must say I am impressed with the daring neckline. With a week's work, you'll be designing styles right off the Milan runway."

[sekkiyuki-blog]

"Why, you cant be seen in that! Surely you'd like something more sufficient, I would have designed something like that 13 years ago darling!" Edna scoffed slightly, pulling her lips into a smile. "Of course, I still have time to fix that up,"

Vanellope curiously raised an eyebrow at Edna, baffled by the fact she thought anything was wrong with her outfit. Self conscious all of a sudden, the young girl stuck her hands in her loose pocket.

"Uh, this is just me. I don’t need fixin’." she boasted, a snicker wiping across the raven haired child’s face. 

[pull-yourself--together]

"Don't need fixin'?" Edna boomed, slightly mocking the princesses tone.

Everyone needed a bit of fixing, whether it be a whole new look, or a few simple touch ups. This, Edna knew quite well from years and years of practicing and redoing.

"Darling, everyone needs some fixing! What are you, crazy? Ask me before I decline your offer for help..."

[raggedy-sally]

Sewing Methodology ll Sally and Edna

[raggedy-sally]

  Sally gently reached out and took one sketch, examining it closely. The attention to detail was magnificent, the colours were so beautiful, it was absolutely amazing. Placing it back on the desk where she’d first seen it, she looked at the other sketches Edna had pulled out. They were all so detailed, it was spectacular. As she was shown them, she let out a variety of different exclamations of wonder and awe. 

"Your drawings are amazing, how do you know what you want to draw? And how do you know what colours they have to be?" The whole idea of fashion to Sally was slightly confusing but she was more than happy to learn about if it meant improving her sewing.

[pull-yourself--together]

Edna smugly drew her lips into a smile. She was used to the questions about how she accomplished such incredible fashion goals, and grew fond of answering them, too. Sally would make a great edition to Edna’s fashion career and with a good reputation from Edna, Sally could probably get a job on her own in the industry. Edna opened her lips to speak and started with a straight face,

"Darling, it comes to me. Like a psychic can read spirits, or whatever that nonsense. I just channel my visions onto paper. Colors are a difficult thing, as you’ll learn soon enough. You kind of think of it as a rainbow, matching what colors look best together, and taking a risk with some bold creations. White can go with anything, that’s basic fashion, darling. But what about purples? Hmm? You match the intensity of purple, with a daring ZESTY yellow, and it works.” Edna explained to Sally, hoping it made sense.

[raggedy-sally]

Sally nodded and smiled. She liked the idea, and crazy colours were rather nice. “So where do we start, and when do we start? Do we start with sewing or drawing or what did you want me to do?” Sally looked at Edna expectantly, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

[pull-yourself--together]

"Where do we start? Right here darling! At this very desk. Oh-- perhaps I should request you your own desk, something next to mine. For now, you can use my desk. I'd like to get a sense of your style, darling. Draw me something you see would be fashionable. Classy, yet modest." 

Edna pulled out a pad of drawling paper, her colored pencils specifically Edna Mode crafted, and a drawing pen.

"Now make me something, darling!" Edna called loudly, and then on  a quieter note,

"Perhaps something to drink, as well?"

[pull-yourself--together]

I'm off! Anything I did not get too will be answered soon.