Costume Designing (Javier)

Costume Designing

Sam had told her they would have to arrange a meeting with their tailor, to help design an outfit for her, as an X-trainee. With the Atlantis stuff, and the mystics invading the mansion, and the mansion needing to be rebuilt, everyone had been so busy she had completely forgotten to arrange things.

She supposed costumes were important. Her mindset had placed them lower in value, because at times, people choose garish costumes. Form over function. She wished the opposite, and Lenna would have to describe it to the tailor. Of course, she also had the option of simply choosing a basic form for the costume, like a body suit, a jumpsuit, throwing a few design elements onto it, then adding her own equipment kit over everything. A protective vest, a utility belt, and so on. That might meet everyone’s demands. All of this, she would mention to the tailor.

She knew very little about the tailor. She knew he had helped when the mansion was under assault. This spoke positive to their character. Everything else, she would gather from actual interactions. The only thing she knew other than that? Javier did excellent work.

Lenna asked around, and was able to track down their number. She left a voice message explaining that she would like to meet to discuss an X man costume she wished designed, and was flexible. All Javier needed to do was check the schedule and find the best time for him. Then call back.

They arranged a time, and she went to the location. She had set the location, and it was her aunt’s mansion in NYC. She wore her best mismatched outfit, because all-orange vision due to her powers just made picking out her own clothes great. The shorts were blue, the socks one white and one light blue. Someone had said they were all the same in the pack. They had lied. The light jacket was dark orange. The top was white, and had a rainbow on it. Because rainbows go with everything when your whole outfit is a rainbow. Okay. It was not her best mismatched outfit. She could have done better. Oh well.

”Thank you,” She told the cook. Her aunt had a live-in cook. He had just brought in smoothies for the two of them. Hopefully, Javier liked smoothies. He could have his when he arrived.

The cook left.