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Allan was feeling rather speechless, for once. 

Soran… Ibrahim. You’re kidding, right?

A quick glance over showed that no, the boy was not playing a prank on him. His breathing had not changed, nor did his pupils dilate. There were no suspicious movements from him, so Soran was not lying. 

Eliminate the impossible and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Which was that, Setsuna F. Seiei has fallen into their dimension and, being the gundam freak he is, has taken an interest in gunpla battle. Or something along those lines. “..Right, Soran, then. Unless you would prefer Setsuna? How was the food, by the way?” 

Setsuna.

Momentarily startled, Setsuna nearly dropped his chopsticks. How did he know? Then it hit him. That show. The name must have been revealed at some point. He should have realised. It was so stupid of him to overlook it. Well, too late to take it back now.

He looked up at Allan Adams, trying to gauge if he was mocking him for attempting to emulate a supposedly fictional character, or if he seriously acknowledged his identity. It was hard to tell, but the man so far seemed genuinely friendly, so maybe he was serious.

“I prefer Setsuna,” he replied. “And the food is delicious.”

“I’m happy to hear that!” Allan smiled upon hearing the boy’s answer. “Setsuna, now that you had lunch, do you wish to start the gunpla session now?“

At first glance, he believes that he would be able to know what was the problem behind the Exia- and why it was not able to perform Trans-Am. However, only a closer look would Allan be able to tell whether his hypothesis was accurate- even just by a bit. 

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about you yourself and your fellow pilots later on, though?”

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As Allan ladled out the sauce onto the meat-laden dish, he wondered what the male’s name was. He would need something to refer the other male for, after all, he couldn’t keep calling the visitor ‘boy’, can he? While placing a plate of food for the boy and another for himself, Allan hoped that none of his internal thoughts showed through his face.

“Well, dig in then. By the way, what should I call you?”

It would be best to start off with small talk, Allan decided. Food first, then gunpla. Or whatever that was the problem. Trans-am, huh… Well, it’s current state certainly would not be able to pull it off, never mind lasting in that mode without being over-strained…

His gut instinct told him that saying Setsuna F. Seiei wouldn’t go down well. No one blinked an eye when he used it day to day, but anyone involved with gunpla gave him crazy looks when he did. He had a plan, though. He could use a pseudonym.

“Soran Ibrahim.”

It was the first name that came to mind. He felt uncomfortable saying it. He hadn’t been Soran Ibrahim since he joined Celestial Being. However, the name should be safe. In this world, there was no Celestial Being and no KPSA.

Allan was feeling rather speechless, for once. 

Soran... Ibrahim. You’re kidding, right?

A quick glance over showed that no, the boy was not playing a prank on him. His breathing had not changed, nor did his pupils dilate. There were no suspicious movements from him, so Soran was not lying. 

Eliminate the impossible and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Which was that, Setsuna F. Seiei has fallen into their dimension and, being the gundam freak he is, has taken an interest in gunpla battle. Or something along those lines. “..Right, Soran, then. Unless you would prefer Setsuna? How was the food, by the way?” 

;asagohan || Closed RP @ PPSE-Allan

“Housewife, Tatsuya?” Allan replied teasingly, “Wouldn’t the wife be you? You would fit that more than me, so… House-husband, perhaps. Well, I’m just joking. ”

While Allan was saying all that, he was meticulously tossing ingredients into a pan for frying. Out went the fried rice, in came the eggs. With each egg that was being cooked, a bowl of rice was placed on it, before being covered by folds of the soft, fried egg.

Each omelette was placed on a plate, which was then quickly adorned with the Zaku-patterned carrot pieces and doodled in ketchup sauce. “Sorry for the wait,” Allan said cheerfully, as he placed the two plates on the table; one in front of Tatsuya and the other opposite him. “Well, what do you think?”

                     คbsently flicking a page of his book, Tatsuya merely laughed at the tease. To think that their relationship had gone from being just friends at the Gunpla Academy, to builder and fighter at the championships, and now… Now, what would he call them? Close friends? Dare he say lovers? They did share the same apartment, after all, and they did sleep in the same bed. And now they were making couple jokes, as embarrassing as that sounded. “That may be true, but Allan looks the part more. Besides…only a wife would fret as much as you did,” he teased back, lifting his bandaged finger. “I never thought I’d hear your voice spike so much.”

                      Ɯithin minutes, two plates of omurice were placed on to the table, distracting him from his book. He set it aside to take a good look at them, and promptly froze in place at the sight of the omurice-laden plates decorated with red Zaku patterns. His eyes widened with a child-like fascination, almost forgetting they were omelettes in the first place. The fluffiness of the eggs, the precision at which the carrots were placed – it was almost like a work of art. Placing a finger on his chin as he stared intently at the omelette, oblivious to Allan’s question (or semi-oblivious, for that matter), he murmured, “I-It…it looks too good to eat…”

“Tatsuya, please. It’s clear that you’re the house-wife, really. Must we call up someone- maybe Julien- to settle this, again?” Taking a seat at the table, Allan stifled a chuckle as he watched on. Was Tatsuya trying to intimidate the omelette Zaku into spreading apart for eating? 

“It’s going to get cold- do eat it before that happens, Tatsuya.” 

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What a stunning upset! Could anyone have expected that from our favourite friendly gunpla-building uncle? I certainly didn’t! With his ninja background, Aoshi was certainly one of the more promising tributes in this game. So much for his bold claims of being the strongest!

ppse-allan, theicemanboss

[and just recently [before I read this ] I thought of an au where Allan would defeat/destroy opponents with a smile if he was stronger in fights. ('w ');;;;]

;asagohan || Closed RP @ PPSE-Allan

“W-Well, if you say so, Tatsuya.” A faint flush covered Allan’s face as he leaned away from the other male. People had told him that he did overreact to injuries at times, and this was no difference. In his defense, a cut can get infected and the victim could lose his limb from the infection spreading.. Or how a knock on the head could leave a concussion…

“How about you just sit here and watch then, Tatsuya? I can show you how to cook again once your finger is healed.” Allan said as he closed the First-Aid kit to return it to the cabinet. He would not rather have Tatsuya suffering another finger wound, to be honest. From experience, Allan knew that having a bandaged finger could lead to more clumsiness in finger-movement. Even if it was just chopping something, or placing things in a pan.

                        ค look of reproach creased Tatsuya’s expression behind Allan’s back as he brushed his other fingers against his index finger bandaged tightly in what seemed to be the entire roll of bandages. While he – somewhat – agreed with Allan that he should not attempt to cook, or even make preparations for cooking in the first place, what with his bandaged finger inconveniencing him, he felt a little inadequate that he couldn’t do much. This helplessness revisited him from time to time, and even if Yana had assured him that everything was going to be okay back then when he had offered to help out in the kitchen, he sometimes wished that he was at least more independent. Maybe she’d predicted that something like this was going to happen; maybe that was why she kept him from cooking in the first place. Or maybe she was used to pampering him, a sheltered child born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

                         ℬut he did sit down in one of the chairs around the spacious kitchen, watching Allan prepare the omelettes and cleaning up the blood he’d spilled on the kitchen top. “Alright,” he agreed eventually, settling for reading a book while waiting for Allan to prepare breakfast. The situation then reminded him of something out of a drama, and he snorted into his fist. “Allan, you look like the perfect housewife. You just lack the apron,” he commented with a smile, an amused spark in his emerald green eyes.

"Housewife, Tatsuya?" Allan replied teasingly, "Wouldn't the wife be you? You would fit that more than me, so... House-husband, perhaps. Well, I'm just joking. "

While Allan was saying all that, he was meticulously tossing ingredients into a pan for frying. Out went the fried rice, in came the eggs. With each egg that was being cooked, a bowl of rice was placed on it, before being covered by folds of the soft, fried egg.

Each omelette was placed on a plate, which was then quickly adorned with the Zaku-patterned carrot pieces and doodled in ketchup sauce. "Sorry for the wait," Allan said cheerfully, as he placed the two plates on the table; one in front of Tatsuya and the other opposite him. "Well, what do you think?"

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;asagohan || Closed RP @ PPSE-Allan

“Tatsuya?!” 

Within seconds, Allan had slammed the fridge door closed and retrieve the first aid kit. With deft hands, he took Tatsuya’s bleeding finger and wipe the blood off with a swab of cotton while retrieving the disinfection cream. Upon disposal of the bloodied cotton, Allan tore open a packet to retrieve an alcoholic swab to dab at the wound. “Does it hurt?”

Even after saying that, Allan continued his administrations. The alcoholic swab was set aside and disinfection cream was applied with one hand, the other unraveling a roll of bandages to bandage the finger. Once the bandage was tied securely, a torrent of questions rushed out.

“Are you all right? Was there anything else that’s hurting? Where else were you injured? Do you feel dizzy?” 

                       คllan was one to react quickly, even if it was a surface wound. He’d been like that ever since their time in Gunpla Academy, where Tatsuya had pricked his finger by accident with the craft knife and Allan had pretty much tore him away from the desk and attended to him in a flurry of alcohol swabs, antiseptic cream and rolls of bandages. ‘It’s just a scratch’, he’d assured him back then, and it seemed the British hadn’t changed. Much. 

                        ℸatsuya was barely able to nod to his first question – well of course it hurt, the cheese grater had decided that it did not want to be used by such a careless human being when he was not in his Meijin guise – and flinched when his cut was tended to. The wound stung, even more so since it was on his finger and there were lots of nerve endings there. But once it was sheltered safely from any dangers of the kitchen, it reduced to a soft, dull throbbing. The brunet peered at his now-bandaged finger and back to Allan, lifting a hand to rest on the top of his cockatiel-like hair. “I’m perfectly fine, Allan, thank you. I only cut my finger.”

“W-Well, if you say so, Tatsuya.” A faint flush covered Allan’s face as he leaned away from the other male. People had told him that he did overreact to injuries at times, and this was no difference. In his defense, a cut can get infected and the victim could lose his limb from the infection spreading.. Or how a knock on the head could leave a concussion...

“How about you just sit here and watch then, Tatsuya? I can show you how to cook again once your finger is healed.” Allan said as he closed the First-Aid kit to return it to the cabinet. He would not rather have Tatsuya suffering another finger wound, to be honest. From experience, Allan knew that having a bandaged finger could lead to more clumsiness in finger-movement. Even if it was just chopping something, or placing things in a pan.

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“Well..” Allan was pretty much at a loss. By now, the ‘cosplay?’ reason just did not seem to stick- the voice was perfectly exact- so much that it was either really Setsuna F. Seiei in front of him in the flesh, or an extreme cosplayer that toned his voice. Still.. “Come in then. Perhaps we can figure out what’s the problem.”  As he ushered in the male, Allan wondered if he was potentially inviting his own doom into the house. Tatsuya would scold him for inviting a would-be potential robber or murderer into the house just because of gunpla…  “Had you have lunch yet? I’m in the middle of making it- there’s extras if you like.”

Lunch. That was a good sign. With the strange look the man gave him, Setsuna was a little unsure what his reaction would be. It wasn’t exactly polite to show up to someone’s house uninvited, but Setsuna couldn’t think of a different way.

“I haven’t eaten,” Setsuna said as he walked through the door. Even if he had, he could always have more.

As Allan ladled out the sauce onto the meat-laden dish, he wondered what the male’s name was. He would need something to refer the other male for, after all, he couldn’t keep calling the visitor ‘boy’, can he? While placing a plate of food for the boy and another for himself, Allan hoped that none of his internal thoughts showed through his face.

“Well, dig in then. By the way, what should I call you?”

It would be best to start off with small talk, Allan decided. Food first, then gunpla. Or whatever that was the problem. Trans-am, huh... Well, it’s current state certainly would not be able to pull it off, never mind lasting in that mode without being over-strained...

Allan wasn’t drunk. Nor was his sight obstructed.

To have not seen the banana peel in front of him, was something that he did not have a reason for. It was embarrassing, but.. 

Scrambling to the side, Allan quickly got up on his feet and pulled the young man up. “Are you alright?! My apologies!”

[What have I gotten myself into?

I applied to enter some hard core cosplay contest (big cash prize, apparently high competition), and my application was accepted. I think it’s a sign when you have to *apply* to enter. Anyway, today I got an email that my application was accepted. Now I have to seriously work on the cosplay!

For those who don’t know, the cosplay is Setsuna in the season 2 flight suit. Most of the body is done, but I still need to do the shoes, chest/backpack thing, gloves, embellishments, and helmet. Halp.

I NEED HELP FROM MY FOLLOWERS.

Help #1: I need a tool for cutting foam. The foam I have is I think ethafoam. It’s dense foam used for packaging sensitive electronics. I nabbed it from work. Compressibility is similar to what you might find in office chair cushioning, but maybe more firm. I want to make the chest/back pack out of it. People use hot knives or wires to cut foam. Does anyone know what the best type is? The foam is around three inches thick.

Help #2: Also foam-related. What is the best thing to use to seal the foam? Can I just spray paint it after sealing? I’ve never made props before, so I know nothing.

Help #3: I need to do some kind of acting bit, I think. We are allowed to supply music. What should I do?!?!! The characterization is judged too, so I really need to be Setsuna :-P

Any other advice, tips, etc. is welcome. I’ve never entered a cosplay contest before, and this is my first self-made cosplay.]

Cosplay.com might have some tips in the Props section, but I haven’t been on there in ages.

mirialliahaw​: Did you use foam on any of your props? Any tips?

I’ve used styrofoam before and just took a butter knife and one of those blunt Cutco steak knives to it. I use those Cutco knives on everything, though. Never got to use my other foam that sounds closer to what you’re got; it was stored at a cat-owning friend’s house, and we all know how cosplay stories that start with, “Well, my friend has three cats…” end.

I heard that the propellant in spray paint can melt some foams, so test it first if you try a spray method.  I used a paper cement to seal my objects when I did styrofoam work, which was a giant pain since it took forever to dry. Hard as hell after but snapped in half when dropped. My staff head was more epoxy than anything else by the time it was done. I used gesso from the art store for a smaller project and that dried faster but took more coats.

A single-person entry should be short but sweet, or the audience and the judges will lose interest. Long soliloquys will be both out-of-character for anyone who knows Setsuna and boring for those who don’t. Add some sort of movement; you’ll more interesting to watch if you’re not standing still, and will probably be less nervous if you have some direction for yourself to focus on.

Once you get an idea, you’ll be fine, I’m sure; your Setsuna is great.

Right. Cosplayer here. Let’s see what I can help you with over the sea! First, sealing. Many coats of white glue is the best! For the flexibility so that the paint doesn’t crack as easily, you see. Second, Styrofoam. Normally, we pefer to use Eva foam or craft foam because well. Styrofoam is very rigid. And breaks easily. Third, performance. Skits are great- but not too long or short. Maybe a reflection scene from the anime? Basically, something, if possible, original yet memorable!

Tips.. On the day itself, bring glue, sewing materials and kit for in case of any costume malfunction. If possible, grab a copy of their grading chits! That usually gives competitors an idea of what to appeal to the judge.

Feel free to inbox me if you have any other queries!

((also it’s actually too early for me to actually barrage you with tips.))

[So this is the kind of foam it is:

http://www.efoam.co.uk/packaging-foam.php

(the top few dark ones)

I think this is the same stuff, and it looks like it can be shaped nicely:

It’s definitely very durable, and also flexible and reasonably dense. Any ideas of what the best tool is to cut this stuff? I think an ordinary knife won’t do the trick. And by “best”, I mean in the price range of $20 or so from Amazon.

As for being Setsuna, I might be okay online, but IRL is hard! All I can think of is going on stage and saying “ore wa Gundam” XD]

This one, huh.. Well I don't think you would want to try heat-sealing since it's... Flammable? For knives, it seems like an exacto knife would work. For sealant, many many many coats of white glue. (so build away first then coat the glue over) Ore... Well, I can tell you that unless you build it up to why and how did setsuna go gundamu the judges will very likely ask for a clarification or reason. Pretty bad there. You're not supposed to leave question marks at the judges.