Multiverse's Next Top Model: I Wanna See You Strut
The TV flashes with a new message.
Tyrant Mail,
If you want to win, you can't be chicken!
Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant
After some time to change into their now-mandatory 8-inch heels, contestants are led to an stiflingly hot arena where 'devoted fans' (i.e. confused people prodded into the auditorium by casting agents) are watching. A giant catwalk, made to look like a barbecue with real flames and coals, rolls out before them. At its feet giant fried chicken-themed thrones hold the judges, all of whom are surrounded by fans buffeting their hair about and keeping them from getting a thick shellack of sweat.
"Contestants!" Jay Emmanuel strides up to them, impossibly-perfect skin still smooth and dry. He may, in fact, be part android. "Let's get you to styling! For your challenge today. You have to embody the spirit. Of fighting animal cruelty by dressing as a couture piece of poultry and strutting your stuff! Get it? Strut?"
The contestants are led away by the stylists, with the knowledge that their number will be at least one fewer by the end of the challenge.
[OOC: I will continue to backtag makeover threads for as long as you like!]
Tyrant Mail,
If you want to win, you can't be chicken!
Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant
After some time to change into their now-mandatory 8-inch heels, contestants are led to an stiflingly hot arena where 'devoted fans' (i.e. confused people prodded into the auditorium by casting agents) are watching. A giant catwalk, made to look like a barbecue with real flames and coals, rolls out before them. At its feet giant fried chicken-themed thrones hold the judges, all of whom are surrounded by fans buffeting their hair about and keeping them from getting a thick shellack of sweat.
"Contestants!" Jay Emmanuel strides up to them, impossibly-perfect skin still smooth and dry. He may, in fact, be part android. "Let's get you to styling! For your challenge today. You have to embody the spirit. Of fighting animal cruelty by dressing as a couture piece of poultry and strutting your stuff! Get it? Strut?"
The contestants are led away by the stylists, with the knowledge that their number will be at least one fewer by the end of the challenge.
[OOC: I will continue to backtag makeover threads for as long as you like!]