The TV screen in La Casa Smize lights up again.
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You can't buy class, but you can buy soda!
Fiercely in Love,
TyrantThe remaining contestants are hustled away to their first photoshoot. The set, unfortunately, has no beautiful backdrops or glamorous outfits for the contestants to wear. Instead, it is a dingy store-room with an empty
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"I certainly feel commodified," he grumbled as they all shuffled about.
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Normally he wasn't one to complain about showing off his body, which was why he was still here, but this was a little much.
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"We're supposed to be exceptionally attractive, it's not helping. Well...maybe our makeovers balanced it out," he thought. He wasn't quite so attractive anymore.
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[OOC: thread with your partner. The NPC Jay will occasionally chime in. Have fun with this! Feel free to have your character pitch a fit, kick their partner out of the vending machine, set the vending machine on fire, or do whatever!]
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But he wouldn't let that show. With the extremely small space, he'd most likely be putting on pained expressions---perfect for the theme of the photoshoot.
As they were stuffed inside, he shifted into position, pressed up toward the top of the machine. "All right?"
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Whatever. He was going to win this competition if he had to shank someone for it. Which he would know how to do if he'd trained in knives instead of staves, but that was beside the point.
"Move over, you're crowding me."
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