xp_logs | Clarice, Monet, plans (Reply)

Monet knocked on Clarice's door. "Hey..." She wandered in, looking around curiously.

"Sup?" Clarice asked, industriously shining her doc martens. Thankfully the yellow stitching she had markered over in black years ago had not faded. "I didn't steal your shoes." They hadn't lived
together for long back when she had first arrived at the school, but it had also not been the most pleasant time either. Granted, three years had passed, but she wasn't expecting too much. Atl least they had separate rooms.

"Not yet, no. Should I be rejoicing about this or looking for a better lock for my door?" Monet picked up and examined a few little ornaments, putting them back more or less where they belonged. "Oooh. Those," she pointed to a pair of shoes "are nice. I didn't know you had such good taste?"

"Had to happen eventually," Clarice grinned, inspecting the boot before putting it down, "Not with any help from you, but y'know. We can't all be fashion students. Some of us have to study and be boring. And wear uncool clothing." Wow. Her life had somehow become normal and mundane when she wasn't looking. Well, except for the purple mutantness and the X-Men, but still.

Monet sighed tragically. "I'm not a fashion student any more. They said, and I quote, that I had a limited understanding of the semiotics of design and failed to fully utilise fabric as a medium to express my hopes and desires for the practice of design." She flopped on the bed. "I don't think they understood genius when they saw it, myself. So I'm having to be utterly boring and study commerce, for fuck's sake. I'm doing intensive summer classes now. My life a tragic tale of misery
and suffering. Lots of suffering!"

"You made it in," she pointed out, trying hard not to be too bitter, "They tried to see your genius. They've rejected me twice now. Twice! Not everyone is chanel or st. john's. So I'll go cure cancer or something. And wear super stylish shoes when I do it."

Monet shook her head. "I got in because I knew the right people. I can't believe I'm saying this but you're actually better at the technical stuff than me. Also, I presented my portfolio well. Besides," Monet grinned. "You wouldn't believe how pretentious some of them were. All trying to be arteests and designing crap like shirts with hula hoops in."

Why would you do that? "I made velcro shirt backs for wings?" she wasn't sure that quite qualified for goofy, it had been very practical at the time. Satisfied with her other boot, she placed them both back in her EMT duffel bag. She was fond of sorting her clothing into the duffels so she never lost uniforms, "I think I played on the mutant aspect too much the first time, trying to design clothing for physical mutations, which has like, no market."The second time, I dunno. Maybe I'm just not mainstream enough. Or something."

I reckon you played up the mutant thing too much. They're not that comfortable with it, sometimes." Monet shrugged. "I honestly don't know why they'll chose one thing and not another one. Anyway, you know those courses only take like, a third of their applicants straight out of school, right? The rest are alternate and mature age entries."

"I figured it was new and different, but oh well. Made choosing a college so much easier," she paused, considering, "You know, with your impending business knowhow and my technical expertise, we could rock. If we could agree on designs." That last bit was the worrisome part.

"We could always do an eclectic collection. Two lines. Your stuff and mine. Would that work?"

Oh, this had potential! "So all we need now is startup money and um....you to have more know-how. And like, contacts. Oh, and time to do it all." Clarice had more free time now that it was summer, but when she was in school she never had any time. As it was now, she was working 24hours straight for her job and training still. Not to mention the odd-mission that tended to pop up unexpectedly. "We are so totally superwomen."

"I can probably do the contacts but we need a range first and all that jazz. Also, I think I need to learn more about business type stuff things. Still, it we don't kill each other, I reckon it could work." Monet floated off the bed to hover cross legged upside down above it, hands folded in her lap. "Also, we should keep the mutant lines. We're totally in fashion these days. You've seen the wanna be kids drawing gills onthemselves, right?"

"Unfortunantly," the MONSTERites came to mind with that. They hadn't bugged her recently, but that could be a combination of being back at Xavier's, turning into a boy and finals. Clarice arched an eyebrow as M floated upside down. "I know some kids at school that would love mutant clothing. Especially if they made them look like a mutant. Or something like that. And I bet Mark at SV knows people too." Xavier's was a haven for contacts among the mutant world.

"Yes! We'll become rich and famous." Monet paused. "Richer and famouser, anyway. It will be awesome."