Milan, Italy [Thursday afternoon]
"It is all so tiresome," Edna muttered to herself as she flipped through photographs of various celebrities at the Met's event this year. "Boring, boring, hideous, blinding, possibly fireproof, something she couldn't have pulled off twenty years ago...how am I to be inspired if all of my peers are sniffing glue this season?"
Around her, various assistants wrung their hands. She ignored them. "I am designing for gods!" she exclaimed, tossing her research aside. "They cannot be forced into into lace and illusion netting, go-go boots and caftans!"
She leaped up and stalked around, her assistants scurrying to keep up despite being two feet taller than her. "I need a change of scenery!"
"Paris?" one suggested.
"No."
"New York?"
"No."
"Los Angeles?"
"Be serious. I don't want to be within five hundred miles of Lindsay Lohan, in case leggings are contagious." Edna snapped her fingers together. "Fandom! So much inspiration there! Pack my bags. I leave immediately."
[OOC: Establishy!]
Around her, various assistants wrung their hands. She ignored them. "I am designing for gods!" she exclaimed, tossing her research aside. "They cannot be forced into into lace and illusion netting, go-go boots and caftans!"
She leaped up and stalked around, her assistants scurrying to keep up despite being two feet taller than her. "I need a change of scenery!"
"Paris?" one suggested.
"No."
"New York?"
"No."
"Los Angeles?"
"Be serious. I don't want to be within five hundred miles of Lindsay Lohan, in case leggings are contagious." Edna snapped her fingers together. "Fandom! So much inspiration there! Pack my bags. I leave immediately."
[OOC: Establishy!]