Room 218, Wednesday Afternoon
Costume? Check?
Sensible shoes? Check.
Moderately embarrassing undergarments that would help her pull off said costume? Check and double-check.
Karla eyed herself in the mirror, trying not to make a face. She didn't look very supervillain-y. The catsuit was a nice touch, but she wasn't really radiating an aura of menace, like she'd seen on the teevee. Maybe her shoes were too sensible? Or maybe she wasn't supposed to pull her hair back--though how she was supposed to fight with her hair flying everywhere was a mystery of the ages. Much like how people could run in the spikey heels that all the teevee villainesses seemed to favor. Healer or not, Karla had no intention of courting a broken ankle. That just seemed stupid. Hence, her simple, black flats.
It hadn't taken quite as long to struggle into her suit as last time. Maybe all that practice with Dinah last Monday had helped. Unfortunately, that meant Karla had a lot of time on her hands before she could head for the gallery. Maybe she could read for a little while?
Dammit. No one had mentioned these suits were uncomfortable, even when sitting.
[Door closed, post open for them that know who they are.]
Sensible shoes? Check.
Moderately embarrassing undergarments that would help her pull off said costume? Check and double-check.
Karla eyed herself in the mirror, trying not to make a face. She didn't look very supervillain-y. The catsuit was a nice touch, but she wasn't really radiating an aura of menace, like she'd seen on the teevee. Maybe her shoes were too sensible? Or maybe she wasn't supposed to pull her hair back--though how she was supposed to fight with her hair flying everywhere was a mystery of the ages. Much like how people could run in the spikey heels that all the teevee villainesses seemed to favor. Healer or not, Karla had no intention of courting a broken ankle. That just seemed stupid. Hence, her simple, black flats.
It hadn't taken quite as long to struggle into her suit as last time. Maybe all that practice with Dinah last Monday had helped. Unfortunately, that meant Karla had a lot of time on her hands before she could head for the gallery. Maybe she could read for a little while?
Dammit. No one had mentioned these suits were uncomfortable, even when sitting.
[Door closed, post open for them that know who they are.]