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Who: Lyra and all you random passerby!
What: It's Halloween and Lyra doesn't have a costume. This will not do.
When: Halloween morning.
Where: A wide-open place on the floor.
Warnings: Nothing, unless minor sewing injuries count.
Halloween has always been one of Lyra's favorite holidays -- a free excuse to dress up and run around pretending to be a hero. Oh yeah, and candy, too. There's just one problem. She needs a costume.
Naturally the only thing she'll ever want to be for Halloween is some kind of hero, with all the trappings. Cape, mask, brightly-colored suit, fancy logo, and, of course, tights. She doesn't know if she can afford something like that, or even where to get it, so the only choice is to make it herself. As such, she's grabbed any cheap fabric she can find and a sewing kit and commandeered some floor to get to work.
... She's not very good at this. Each of her fingers is host to at least two band-aids, and her seams are sloppy and amateurish. A pile of papers in the corner has her plans and designs, which look pretty decent, if somewhat flamboyant. Her sewing supplies are strewn about her as she works with the fabric and thread.
Nightvision, her Umbreon, is currently being her model for the cape. It's just a black square of fabric, really, and has been mostly forgotten. The look on Nightvision's face pretty much says it all: My trainer is is being stubborn again. The fox would be facepalming if he had palms.
This is going to take a while, but Lyra doesn't plan on moving until she's finished.
What: It's Halloween and Lyra doesn't have a costume. This will not do.
When: Halloween morning.
Where: A wide-open place on the floor.
Warnings: Nothing, unless minor sewing injuries count.
Halloween has always been one of Lyra's favorite holidays -- a free excuse to dress up and run around pretending to be a hero. Oh yeah, and candy, too. There's just one problem. She needs a costume.
Naturally the only thing she'll ever want to be for Halloween is some kind of hero, with all the trappings. Cape, mask, brightly-colored suit, fancy logo, and, of course, tights. She doesn't know if she can afford something like that, or even where to get it, so the only choice is to make it herself. As such, she's grabbed any cheap fabric she can find and a sewing kit and commandeered some floor to get to work.
... She's not very good at this. Each of her fingers is host to at least two band-aids, and her seams are sloppy and amateurish. A pile of papers in the corner has her plans and designs, which look pretty decent, if somewhat flamboyant. Her sewing supplies are strewn about her as she works with the fabric and thread.
Nightvision, her Umbreon, is currently being her model for the cape. It's just a black square of fabric, really, and has been mostly forgotten. The look on Nightvision's face pretty much says it all: My trainer is is being stubborn again. The fox would be facepalming if he had palms.
This is going to take a while, but Lyra doesn't plan on moving until she's finished.