what look like leftover eighties costumes from the set of Flash Gordon, and now Tara's got to help him escape, or she could end up crated off to Zenon to stand trial for aiding and abetting a fugitive.
Where are the Men in Black when you need them, anyway?
- Sneak Peek -
Jody had left off a few things. Like the fact that the tentacle monster -- err, rather the guy in the tentacle monster costume -- changed colors whenever anyone got near him, and since people were running up to it -- him -- in swarming mobs, it was changing colors constantly. Tara almost felt sorry for it. He was really getting overrun. This was more than just a diversion for Jody. Looked like a rescue mission.
Tara surveyed the hallway full of event information, promo tables and registration people impatiently, waiting for Jody to make her grand appearance. Again. But hey. Any good theatrical performance needed a dress rehearsal. There she came, right on time -- or rather 45 minutes late, which was as close to on time as Jody ever got. Usually it was more like two hours. Using her best ringmaster voice, Tara hollered down the length of the hall. "Jody! Jody Miller!"
Jody turned, feigning surprise, and lifted a hand in a reasonable facsimile of a royal acknowledgement.
"Great costume!" And it was. The Faerie wings were nearly as wide as Jody was tall, and so translucent they caught the light from every direction and shimmered like cascading stars. The wheeled trunk Jody hauled in tow was equally impressive. That thing was big enough to hold a couple dead bodies.
Jody strode toward her, more at a march than a Faerie glide, tugging the case and her shoulder bag thru the crowd, nodding and smiling at everyone, gathering a trail of followers as she went. "Tara Lee!" she called back. "When did you get here?"
"Last night," Tara replied. Not that Jody didn't know -- they'd driven up together. Still, if you wanted to attract attention, personal conversations tossed the length of the mezzanine were always attention getting, on any level. And Jody was pretty sure everyone in the sculpted end of the lobby level above as well as those entering through the parking garage could hear them. "You look fantastic. You're going to take first place again this year."
Jody was closer by this time, and their volume dropped. Slightly. "Oh, I doubt that. No one's ever won Masters' division four years in a row."
If anyone could do it, Jody could. And she deserved to win. Her costumes were works of art. She didn't spend a fortune on them, either. The woman could disappear into her Costume Cave and throw just about anything together in short order.
"I want to take your costuming workshop!" Tara called back. "Looks like you're packed for quite a show!"
"Affordable Costuming, 2:00 pm to 4:00 pm in the big ballroom," Jody answered promptly. "I have Faerie Sparkles and Pixie Dust!"
A woman with three teenagers in tow blocked Jody's path to Tara now. More young people, and a good many older ones, too, quit picking at the free samples and crowded around from both sides. Jody allowed herself to be boxed in and waylaid for information.
"See you there!" Tara assured her, at a far lower volume. By the time she turned back to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the crowd was off to find out what they could actually make themselves. Sometimes all people needed was a gentle reminder...