Lynn tries to fix her costume.

Lynn's gloved palms grew sweaty around the controls of her robot. All that stood between her and the crowd was the shell of the MEKA, and even that wouldn't protect her completely. Anyone looking through the viewport could see her bare back. Not only that, but the sleeves of her costume had pooled around her wrists. It was obvious to anyone that looked that she'd suffered a major wardrobe malfunction. Lynn had to fix it fast, before it attracted any attention.

She tried to pull her bodysuit's loose sleeves up her arms, but she couldn't maneuver inside the MEKA's cramped cockpit without a struggle. She looked through the front window; thankfully, the crowds around her were focused on the MEKA and not its pilot. It was now or never.

Quickly, she lifted her chest off the cockpit floor and tugged her sleeves up, flashing her all-but-naked breasts as she did. Her pink pasties lit up like spotlights in the green reflection, and a few boys did a double-take in front of her. Lynn's heart pounded in her chest. Had they really seen her breasts? Or were they just reacting to the quick glimpse of color?

Every instinct told Lynn to try and pull her fallen bodysuit up her chest, but that would give her away for sure. She couldn't afford a single picture to hit Twitter; she'd never, ever be able to live it down. For the first time in her cosplay career, Lynn desperately wished she was invisible. Instead, she was inside a gigantic robot that did nothing but draw stares.

A group of boys started walking right towards her, shielding their eyes from the glint off of the green plexiglass. Lynn had only a few seconds before they saw her. There was just no way she could hunt for Joy like this. She had to get somewhere she couldn't be seen so she could fix her costume. NOW.

Lynn yanked on the controls of the MEKA, spinning it around and driving it towards the exhibit hall's nearest corner. The crowd around her shrieked in delight as they found out that the MEKA could actually move! Its thrusters and lights flashed as it rolled out- Lynn cursed under her breath. She'd have to get Joy to add some kind of stealth mode later.

"OUT OF THE WAY! COMING THROUGH!" Lynn shouted. Cameras flashed, but none were directly in front of her; those poor con-goers were **** to dive for cover or be plowed through by the MEKA's massive momentum. One or two of them might have caught a glimpse of her through the glass, but Lynn hoped they'd remember running for their lives instead of seeing a glimpse of her bare back.

Thankfully, Lynn made it to the corner of the hall without running anyone over. There were a lot of angry people behind her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that her mecha was facing two very solid walls. She could work without the worry that someone would see her.

Lynn squirmed back and forth inside the cockpit, trying to wiggle her stomach high enough that she could reach down and pull her bodysuit up... but it refused to budge, staying trapped beneath her. She grew more and more frustrated with every second. If she couldn't fix her clothes, she'd have to roll herself to the privacy of the cosplay repair room, and that was all the way across the convention.

But if she pulled too hard, she'd rip her costume, and there was no coming back from that. She'd have to withdraw from the competition. She'd have to spend SAX as just a regular girl in regular clothes. Unacceptable! She was Bunny Hapa, up-and-coming cosplay queen. She had to fix her outfit, get out there, and rule over the legions of nerds that worshiped the ground she walked on.

She gave one last futile tug on her bodysuit before giving up. There was no way she could fix her costume without leaving the MEKA, or at least getting a little more room to wiggle around. She pressed the button to pop the rear hatch, praying that there was no one behind her and that there was enough space between the MEKA and the booths to its sides.