When I turned to head downstairs, she followed.
I guess that means ‘thank you’.
Best you’re gonna get for now, yeah.
We were greeted by the others in the kitchen. There was just enough time to grab and prepare our burgers before the others arrived. Grue, Tattletale, Imp, Regent and Shatterbird.
One of these is not like the others.
They turned down the offer of food, and together, we ventured back upstairs.
There’s a lot of up and down those stairs today, huh.
Watch out for the stairs.
With everyone gathered in my headquarters, I handed out the costumes. Like Bitch’s, the other costumes were in various stages of completion, primarily with minor details missing or askew. I ate while the others tried it all on.
Aw, we’re not getting extended first reactions for them?
It’d take a while, maybe, but it’d be fun.
Lisa’s costume was virtually the same. The complicated aspect had been maintaining the crisp differences in color without any bleeding of black into lavender or vice versa. There’d also been the issue of getting the mask to fit her face well. I’d accomplished the former by making the black and lavender pieces separately and attaching them to a gossamer-thin sub-layer when I was done.
Well, her costume was pretty neat to begin with, so I can’t complain.
We had the boys and Shatterbird turn away while Lisa and Aisha changed at one end of the room. The mask was a failure, it didn’t sit right around the eyes, but I was left with an idea of what to do.
You could, of course, have sent them back down the stairs, or even up the stairs, but I suppose this works, and raises fewer questions from Rachel’s minions.