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Multiverse's Next Top Model: I Wanna See You Strut

Nov 06, 2011 20:39

The TV flashes with a new message.

Tyrant Mail,

If you want to win, you can't be chicken!

Fiercely in Love,
TyrantAfter 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, ( Read more... )

clef, cedric diggory, soren, aya brea, !status: closed, angie spica, ruffnut thorston, rachel berenson, sabrina, !location: planetside, sirius black

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BACKSTAGE meat_mooks November 7 2011, 04:43:10 UTC

Contestants are filed backstage and stuffed int these outfits before having their hair and makeup done.

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Re: BACKSTAGE ruffntumblenut November 7 2011, 04:54:29 UTC

Ruffnut was utterly, utterly confused by all this.

Some various people had tried to explain to her why it was important she wear the heels.

Why it was important she let them do her hair.

Why it was important she not start beating the aid who had come to take her measurments.

But none of it helped in the long run and now she sat at a mirror staring at herself, hair out of it's usual braids, no helmet, no furs or leather.

"Yeah...Stacy picked the wrong girl for looks...maybe if I'm lucky there's some kind of combat round." She sighed and slumped in the seat, "At least they picked a topic I'm good with." She smirked and looked around carefully before reaching into one of the vanity mirrors drawers and drew out a massive bone with some meat on it.

The last time she'd tried to eat some aid had snatched it away from her warning her the grease would make her pours stand out on camera. She had just about electrocuted him for that.

But there were no aids around right now...so far as she knew.

Re: BACKSTAGE conductyourself November 7 2011, 06:18:50 UTC

"Fear" was not a word in Guru Clef's vocabulary, but he was... concerned.

"Do you think they'll eat us?" he almost whispered so as to avoid drawing suspicion from the aids. "If we get eliminated, I mean?"

Re: BACKSTAGE ruffntumblenut November 7 2011, 06:28:08 UTC

Ruffnut blinked chewing carefully, the thought had not occurred to her.

"I'd like to see em try." She declared. "Bigger things with more teeth have tried to eat me." Which was true, but she was insinuating that she prevented that from happening. It was mostly luck that she hadn't been eaten by a dragon after all these years.

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THE RUNWAY meat_mooks November 7 2011, 04:44:43 UTC

The contestants walk the burning hot, smoking runway wearing their feathers and high heels. At the end of the runway, they must pose before returning to the backstage. The charcoal blocks under their shoes are the size of oranges.

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Re: THE RUNWAY punchedouttime November 7 2011, 06:01:49 UTC

This is stupid. At least, that's what Simon thinks. He probably shares this opinion with a lot of the crew. It wouldn't be so bad, though, if they didn't have to wear the weird shoes. He can barely stand in it, and he feels like he should be temping in Cytomander's army right about now...

Oh well. It's for the good of the ship, right?

Simon takes a breath and wobbles out onto the stage and catwalk, and gets a few steps before he loses his balance, falling over onto the coals with a pained scream or few.

Re: THE RUNWAY meat_mooks November 8 2011, 06:19:27 UTC

"Oh..." Jay covers his mouth, then decides it better to cover his eyes.

Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel leans forward with a sadistic smile threatening to break his stony expression.

"If he can pull through, he'll show remarkable resilience," Tyrant observes.

Re: THE RUNWAY punchedouttime November 9 2011, 05:32:02 UTC

Those pained screams give way to frustrated, pained groans as Simon moves to get back on his feet. He's burnt in several places on the front of his body, and a good deal of his arms, including the palms of his hands. He pats down part of what remains of the outfit that was on fire.

He stumbles forward a bit, a green glow forming around his body. Those burns start shrink, and the outfit he's wearing is starting to reconfigure into something else vaguely thematic. They want a ridiculous bird costume, Simon'll give them one.

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