[ Open // Active ] There is Doom and Gloom and Things Go Boom...
WHO: Edna Mode, OPEN
WHERE: Edna's appropriated home/lab
WHEN: After the completion of Edna's lab, but before the proper renovation of her living/working space
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Edna completes her first super-suit!
FORMAT: Paragraph
It had been a harrowing few weeks, of that there could be no doubt, no doubt at all. Between what seemed like constant delays in any number of project, the discovery of various verminous creatures in the back-most wall of the building, and the gas-main debacle, Edna had had it far past her own height in annoyances. Still, with a bit of luck and spare parts from one of her new-found 'friends,' she'd managed to scrape together a reasonable facsimile of a production laboratory. Most intriguing of all had been an incident of frustration, in which one of a multitude of circuits had simply refused to work. The fashionista had struck her hand on the side of the machine after several hours of useless tinkering, and for no discernable reason, the machine had begun to work...and at perfect condition, despite it's sub-par makeup. Most curious.
No time for supposition, but the thought of it had kept her mind enough engaged that the rest of the work went quickly. It was as well-lit as she might have wished, and if the flash-chamber was poorly stocked, and perhaps not quite up to proper standards, that would be remedied, soon enough. The looms and stitchers were finished, and that was what was most important, after all. Mere décor and full stock of supplies could come later.
And of course, there were always priorities.
Edna had, of course, sent out a want ad, of sorts. To her mind, there was no sense in opening a shop without something to tend it. Certainly Edna herself was not going to sit in front of a register all day. And, with the possibilities of such a front-organization looking quite good in the near future, she had very little choice but to be prudent.
And so, she waited. For the doorbell to ring, for destiny to knock, for a potential employee, for the red-eyed apprentice-hopeful to show up, or even one of her client-presumptives. She was ready, ready for them all.
WHERE: Edna's appropriated home/lab
WHEN: After the completion of Edna's lab, but before the proper renovation of her living/working space
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Edna completes her first super-suit!
FORMAT: Paragraph
It had been a harrowing few weeks, of that there could be no doubt, no doubt at all. Between what seemed like constant delays in any number of project, the discovery of various verminous creatures in the back-most wall of the building, and the gas-main debacle, Edna had had it far past her own height in annoyances. Still, with a bit of luck and spare parts from one of her new-found 'friends,' she'd managed to scrape together a reasonable facsimile of a production laboratory. Most intriguing of all had been an incident of frustration, in which one of a multitude of circuits had simply refused to work. The fashionista had struck her hand on the side of the machine after several hours of useless tinkering, and for no discernable reason, the machine had begun to work...and at perfect condition, despite it's sub-par makeup. Most curious.
No time for supposition, but the thought of it had kept her mind enough engaged that the rest of the work went quickly. It was as well-lit as she might have wished, and if the flash-chamber was poorly stocked, and perhaps not quite up to proper standards, that would be remedied, soon enough. The looms and stitchers were finished, and that was what was most important, after all. Mere décor and full stock of supplies could come later.
And of course, there were always priorities.
Edna had, of course, sent out a want ad, of sorts. To her mind, there was no sense in opening a shop without something to tend it. Certainly Edna herself was not going to sit in front of a register all day. And, with the possibilities of such a front-organization looking quite good in the near future, she had very little choice but to be prudent.
And so, she waited. For the doorbell to ring, for destiny to knock, for a potential employee, for the red-eyed apprentice-hopeful to show up, or even one of her client-presumptives. She was ready, ready for them all.