Apply Yourself (Coraline)

"Oh yeah. We make clothes for metas. Controlling powers, healing wounds, and channeling energy are all things we can do. Oh, and making it look cute and not frumpy too." Mitsuko picked up on the more important element between clothing and family. "We can show you the designs and even take some measurements."

"No supersuits during working hours though." Erica made an about face to open the door she just recently closed. "We get enough unwanted attention from supervillains, aliens, and demons."

"Some of them are customers!" Mitsuko grabbed a measuring tape off the table and began taking measurements around Coraline as they walked to the backroom. "We shouldn't blame all demons just because some of them are mean. Chelle is really nice and likes my clothes."

"Chelle likes your clothes is the truthful part of that statement." A flick of a light switch opened up the backroom to a more readily available look through the several designs Mitsuko came up with. "This is the stuff Bliss outfits everyone who works with her." A row full of unitards with pleated skirts covering the bottom and sailor flaps adorning the collar with bows along the chest and back. "You can pick whatever boots you want to match with it. I think Mitsy has one of these."

"Yeah. It's yellow. And not a copyright infringement because Bliss said it wasn't. If you want one I can probably make powersuit tights to cover your arms, legs, and probably neck too. I can probably make you a visor too. Or, some other design if you want."

“Oh wow… and it’s fine! I don’t do that stuff anymore. I am fully a civilian now so that won’t be an issue!” She said, childish wonder quickly being overtaken by panic (that one could say represents the harsh realities of adulthood of they wanted to be poetic). It was a conflicted panic though. Despite all that Coraline had been through, she was admittedly still kind of excited at the thought of anything to do with superheroes. Thankfully, she didn’t have time to dwell on her mess of emotions as she was quickly herded to the backroom, once again bombarded with information and names of people she didn’t know.

As the lights flickered on, any prior excitement quickly disappeared as she was greeted with what was basically a closet full of sailor moon cosplays. For a split second, she thought that was the work uniform. Then she remembered no one else was wearing… that and a wave of relief washed over her. ”Yeah… I think I’m good there. Thanks though.” She said, trying to conceal her dubious expression at the design choices of this Bliss character. Hopefully just this Bliss character. Assumedly just this Bliss character since the clothes up front were pretty cute, if not her style.

”But yeah… when do I start?” She asked, feeling the full weight of her decisions hit her as she figuratively and literally stepped over the threshold of no return (for at least two weeks). This place was going to be a headache to work at. That’s for sure. But then, what job was perfect. At least she’d never be bored.


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