The Cult of Lincoln

Some were curious about said artbunnies. Clues within.

Pris: Wah, Kurt looks like Bat Boy.
Pris: Wah, Kurt looks like a combination of Bat Boy and Frank N Furter.
Renata: oops, sorry.. stepped out for juice and forgot to put up an away message
Pris: no worries
Renata: 1. i have a feeling he doesn't look anywhere near as bad as you think! and 2. that sounds really cute ^_^
Pris: it's scary, that's what it is.
Renata: meh
Pris: *is pleased, because her Cyclops is looking delightfully like Evo!Scott*
Renata: yay!
Pris: *unfortunately, this is only in the costume sketch idea page, and will not appear in the final. wah.*
Renata: *sulk*
Pris: *flips back to BatBoy/Frank!Kurt, screams, and turns back to Scott*
Pris: *goes to the keen nifty POTC screencap website to find costume inspiration refs*
Renata: i feel that kurt should have a puffy shirt
Renata: which rhymes.
Pris: which makes the puffy shirt all the more necessary
Renata: yup.
Pris: because puffy shirt = hold me back
Pris: of course, it's also quite fun to translate the silly Marvel costumes into piratey garb, which is why I liked the red vest Mad gave Kurt. It was remniscent of the red triangle thing on Kurt's uniform. *wonders if Mad was aware of this*
Renata: teehee
Pris: kinda like what I think 1602 should have done.
Pris: that would have kicked major heiney
Pris: have you gotten the 2nd issue yet?
Renata: no. *frowl*
Pris: I think there's something you'll really, really, really be pleased about
Renata: eexcellent.
Pris: hmm... how to play with Logan's absolutely hideous and hilarious uniform...
Pris: I mean... who the hell expects to be taken seriously as a prod-buttock fighter while wearing YELLOW?
Pris: "Because I like the smell of daisies, BUB"
Renata: you have to be supertough to pull it off.
Renata: and he does. kinda.
Pris: I bet he gets in half of his fights because of people making fun of him
Renata: i read this article about costuming for the movies
Renata: and originally they were going to try to stick with comic costumes
Pris: hee
Pris: *imagines Hugh Jackman in yellow spandex and dies laughing*
Renata: but one of the big problems was logan- i believe the designer said something like 'we couldn't figure out a way to not make him look like a tropical fish"
Pris: *snorks*
Pris: I can imagine Logan trying to come up with a name for himself. "Hmm... Kickbutt Sunflower? Badass Tropical Fish? Irate Teletubby? Oh, I know! Wolverine!"
Pris: *is glad they came up with new costumes for the movie*
Renata: *vastly amused*
Pris: I think that UPenn's mascot should be changed from the "Fighting Quakers" to the "Ugly Fish". Because the dolphin (the fish, not the mammal) is on our crest, and it's really ugly. So we could strike fear into the hearts of the enemy with our Ugly Fish!
Renata: our crest is leaves
Pris: What's your mascot?
Renata: it's weird. i think it's supposed to be corn
Renata: the pioneers
Pris: *dies*
Pris: For a second, I thought you were saying your mascot was corn. And that would just be sad.
Renata: but we don't really.. like.. our teams aren't really called the pioneers
Renata: hey, you were the daisies
Pris: Yeah, but.... corn!
Renata: daisies!
Pris: Yeah, but daisies are so pathetic and girly that it works. Corn is just... corn.
Renata: we here in the heartlands take corn very seriously, priscilla!
Pris: I'm sorry, I apologize. I didn't mean to offend. *bows meekly*
Renata: that's better. *stops pouring ethanol around your dorm; hides matches*
Pris: Of course, corn is another yellow thing. Maybe Logan really likes corn, and so he eats it a lot, really messily, and he kept getting corn all over his clothes. So he gave himself a yellow uniform so that people couldn't tell he spilled corn all over it.
Renata: teehee
Pris: And, you know, if he ever felt like wearing a crown of daisies in his hair, he would color-coordinate.
Renata: it's true
Renata: or sunflowers
Pris: yeah. but sunflowers are big. they make shoddy decor.
Renata: not the mini ones
Pris: true

I shall say nothing more.

But I shall further observe that nothing brightens a dreary day faster than Nightcrawler pants. *dances about*