Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	Without her collar, the secrets of the school become not only available, but known to Emma, at least in part, so she went and found a familiar-ish face to take her down. Officially. "If I'm going to help, I need to know how things work and where things are." Emma explained rather calmly, and in simple enough terms she figured anyone wouldn't be able to argue.     The blonde woman still wears a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, matching grey as they're the school provided clothes, with a 'XAVIERS' across her chest and the same name down one of her legs. She's more than given up that discussion but instead finds herself in the cool sterile halls of the basement and she stands in front of a series of mannequins with old costumes on them and she points at them, turning to face her guide, "You wore these?"
Logan	Logan had perilously little interest in a 'uniform' or 'costume' or 'clown suit' whatever they wanted to call it. More often he preferred whatever he could tug down off the rack at the local Big Box and throw on. Occasionally he'd worn something black and stealthy, but beyond that he didn't want to dress up like some garish Captain America wannabe. Besides, he was Canadian. Still, he's here. He acknowledges something with a little built-in armour might mean a little less healing which is always a plus. The squat Canuck leans against one of the walls with his arms crossed over his broad chest, chewing the space that would be the end of a cigar, but he was asked explicitly not to smoke down here and he's keeping his promise. So far. "Looks like all it's missin' is the big red wig and floppy shoes."
Noriko Ashida	It's not an uncommon occurrence to see Noriko coming or going from Hank's lab occasionally.  He is the one who designed her initial gauntlets after all.  She's carrying a binder under her arm.  She doesn't bother to push her blue hair out of her eyes out of habit, even if she doesn't have any gauntlets on today given they are no more. When Noriko spots Emma, she stops not too far from the door to the lab and opens and closes her hand, little bolts of electricity webbing chaotically between her fingers and thumbs.
Emma Frost	"You're not wrong." Emma says with a look towards Logan, a lift of her eyebrow and a crinkle of her nose before she looks back up to the yellow and blue suits and can't help but feel they didn't show the individual enough, and then she moves over and there's another era of X-Men clothes that seem to be only designed by the individual. She crosses her arms beneath her chest and then tilts one arm up to help her examine the pieces, as if they were in a museum and she was examining the art. "Too individualistic. No sense of a greater whole."     Looking over towards Noriko, Emma smiles faintly, not shoing teeth, only curling the sides of her lips. "What's the matter?" She asks, her sense of confidence seems to have recovered over night, and she's certainly more involved within the school if she's in this basement, it should be obvious to Emma what the matter is, but she asks regardless.
Logan	"Easy, sparkplug," Logan murmurs to Noriko in tones not completely without reassurance, pushing himself off the wall to stand between the pair and raising a hand just slightly, "She's on double-secret probation or whatever Jeanie - Mizz Grey - is callin' it. I got my eye on her." That said, Logan remains still and lets his gaze drift between Emma and Noriko. After a long moment he steps towards one of the display screens, tapping it too heavily with his index finger and causing it to shudder a little in its wall mounting. The touch screen obediently shifts to rendered imagery of his new costume design. "Gold and brown, huh?"
Noriko Ashida	It's a whole bag of emotions.  Shame, nervousness, and some masquerading as others, obviously not a problem for Emma to have unraveled.  Noriko doesn't take her eyes off of Emma, but does draw in a deep breath.  "Nothing."  There's no frown or smile in return, just a look of concentration and a slight tenseness in her jaw. "I know," Noriko says sourly as she looks down on Logan.  "It's fine."  Still she keeps rhythmically opening and closing her fists, and for the first time in many years, she starts looking for exits before ever getting into motion.
Emma Frost	"You could do worse." She says with a look over to Logan, putting the colors on him as she blinks slowly and turns her attention towards Noriko, and raises her voice to be heard, "And what about you?" The CEO asks softly as she slides her hands into the large front pocket of her hoodie. "What're your colors of choice?" Frost looks back to the mannequins and smirks, picturing herself in one of Jean's old things, by lining her face up just right for it. "No way."
Logan	"Why don'tcha come help me sort out this costume mess," Logan calls over his shoulder, keeping Noriko in the corner of his eye, "Keep me from lookin' like a damn clown." It's a rather transparent to defuse the tension and draw Noriko away from whatever cocktail of negative emotions she's currently imbibing. He continues to flick through the designs on the screen, sucking air through his teeth. "So does the machine just print these out or is Chuck upstairs with a needle an' thread?"