Welcome to Gaia! ::

There weren't any particular thoughts in Mai's head as she entered the classroom, followed closely by two softly glowing hitodama. Not that she was empty-headed, she just liked to conserve her energy and only think about the important stuff. Her notebook was tucked into its usual spot in her obi, the corner of a fresh photograph sticking out of the top. She was proud that she remembered to actually do the homework.

The assignment had stumped her for a little while, but eventually she just decided to go with the first thing that came to mind. Simple was usually best. So she gathered some of the boxes she used to move into her dorm and managed to tape/staple/glue them into little box people. Posing them just so, Mai snapped her photograph and added in talk bubbles with whiteout and a black marker.

Mai glided slowly over to the teachers desk and slid her photo-homework out of her notebook in her first two fingers. In the same motion, she flipped it onto the desk like a playing card. It occurred to her immediately after the fact that it was probably rude to toss things so nonchalantly at the teacher. Blinking in mild embarrassment, she hurriedly bent over to pick up the picture and.. put it down again in the same spot. She adjusted it so that it wasn't crooked.



The ghost starred at the professor for several moments before turning suddenly on her heel and swiftly retreating to an unoccupied seat. She was sitting next to an empty chair, but she didn't really mind being partnered with someone randomly. Instead of worrying over who her partner would be, she busied herself with investigating the neat little doodads scattered before her. Interesting.

She relaxed when she saw the ghoul smile, glad that not everyone was... Well, biased against her kind. It was kind of ironic to think that way since Demons were known to be 'elitist' and 'snobbish', and were usually the ones being bias against everyone else. However, because of the stereotyping, it was difficult to get others to listen to her without thinking she was going to eat them, punt them or order them around... Even during the elections, a 'nice' demon was unheard of.

"I saw you on stage during the elections," Lizzy giggled at the Undead's excitement and nodded before gesturing to herself by laying a hand on her chest, "Elizabeth Baines! Call me Lizzy though! Its nice to meet you too!"

{Also, I think we're supposed to do this? So...}

Sitting at the vanity, relatively comfortable and prepared, are Rain and Lizzy.

Brightening at the sound of a voice, the swamp beast's tail unconsciously smacked into the ground a few times at the greeting--but more importantly, this new person wanted to be partners! That, in Gargantuan's mind, was enough to warrant them as friends!

"Yes! G would like. Not seen you before." He paused, looking the other up and down before his face brightened into a grin. "Am G!" ...Like the other couldn't have figured that out, but introductions were nice!

"Great!" Daisuke jumped a little as the loud smack of the tail came from behind the large green boil. He rubbed the back of the black wispy hair and smiled back eagerly, thanking Jack he had agreed. He was so much bigger than him, he couldn't help just observe how well he fit in to the school and it's purposes but he was friendly, which in all honesty he was glad for.

"Oh, sorry about that." He nodded as he walked around and sat on a chair next to him. "Nice to properly meet you, G. I'm Daisuke." He paused for a moment and thought, well he had seen him around but never quite spoken to him. He was pretty invisible to most of the kids though, so he couldn't blame that fact.

He looked in to the mirror and tilted his head at the two forms staring back at them seeing how more students started to come in and form partnerships at the same time catching one of the ghouls approach them then take a seat, another following suit. He shrugged it off a little, it was probably nothing.

Sitting at the vanity, relatively comfortable and prepared, are Daisuke and G.

Professor Tailor had been hoping for a better turnout; one that, perhaps, showed all his students from the previous class. Absently, he wondered if he should have been flashier. He could have worn a greener tie. He could have turned into something scarier than a pimple-faced snot.

...nah. He had enough, his eyes flashing around the room quickly, taking people in, and then settling on Remi in the chair opposite him in an amused sort of way. Certainly, Remi knew what was coming, having taken this class before. If he wasn't squirming a little, that was certainly something impressive.

"Glad to see you all came back again, and with your homework no less!" His grin is easy, made strange by the neat hiding of his eyes, the distance of his expression otherwise. "Anyone who appears after this point is considered late, but can still get credit for the class -- assuming, of course, they take their detention."

His eyes flash once to Ithilethiel, eyebrows raised as if to make it clear just how close she was to that same fate herself. Then he leans down, quickly, to grab the makeup kit from the floor at his feet and opens it with a flourish.

"Not all of us have the ability to change our faces at will. Alas." He tips his head, sadly perhaps, as he sets the box down on the vanity before him. It seems bigger on the inside, somehow, than it is outside, and it is filled with an assortment of fabulous goods:

Quick-set hairdye, in primary colors, that can be mixed to just about any hue imaginable;
Spirit gum, made from real spirits of course, that can be used to change facial shapes;
Foundation, that comes in every skin tone from ghostly pale to pitch black to acid green;
Single-use Contacts, meant not just to change eye color but pupil shape or add fantastic designs;
Pigments, used for every part of the face from eyes to lips to cheeks to anywhere else on the body;
Brushes, Sponges, and Pencils, for easy application of the above.

Those who dig deeper into their boxes might find some more strange odds and ends -- anything that could be useful in crafting a disguise, or changing their appearance.

"So we are going to do things in a more hands-on manner, for the time being, and those of you who can shift forms -- well. That will be saved for level 2." With that, he opens up a little pot of Spirit Gum and turns a too-wide grin on Remi.

"Watch, and learn a few things."

His demonstration is expert: Professor Tailor has done this before, and he knows exactly how to make use of the supplies in his kit. He starts with the Gum, packing it into place on Remi's face to create lumps and sores, shaping it easily with his fingers and explaining as he goes:

Some Spirit Gum will react most positively to a gentle touch, and other is bitter and angry and requires shouting and manhandling. It all depends on the batch and where it comes from. So one has to be careful. Angry batches might stick.

The Foundation goes over top [he has selected a demonic shade of deep red] and applies smoothly with a sponge, covering the dried gum and Remi's skin alike, transforming his face from its usual almost-human-tone to something saturated and dark. He explains that, if left on too long, this can actually dye the skin and take quite a while to come off. But he doesn't look concerned.

Pigment over his eyes and along his mouth, across the planes of his cheeks, leaves him looking sunken and brooding; he has selected a very dark shade of purple that brings out the red along the highlights of Remi's face. This too can stain, he warns cheerfully, but usually in a less uniform manner.

The Single-use Contacts he selects are gold, and at this point, Remi is looking more Djinn than anything, wickedly dark with spirals in his pupils. The contacts aren't easy to get in, he warns, but they can be even harder to get out. Eyedrops can help, and if that fails, it should only take a few days before they dry up and fall out.

Finally, Professor Tailor goes for the Quick-dry Hairdye, snapping on gloves before he spreads it through Remi's hair: more of that deep violet with strands of gold, and he warns that this stuff is tricky, sticky, meant to come out easily with the use of rinsing shampoo, but -- well, sometimes it can last a bit longer than intended.

With that done, he turns Remi to the class with a flourish, transformed: he looks dark and brooding with an edge of anger behind it, all fire and flourish and, honestly, the student is probably not that happy about it. But that's what happens to second years in a first year class.

"Today is for you to experiment with these products. I want each of you to take turns applying to your partner, making use of each of these five products at least once. You can choose what color, to what end; how you will shape the Spirit Gum, what kinds of contacts you'll use."

He looks bright. Excited. This might be Prof Tailor's favorite lesson. He looks around the classroom and rattles off the pairs:

Tybalt and Lucien
G and Daisuke
Rain and Lizzy
Shehk and Davi
Morrigan and Sin
Calder and Mai
Chuppi and Last/Ithilethiel

Then he looks back down at Remi, levers him up, and then gives him a nudge toward a door at the back of the room. "You might want to wash up before that sticks. If anyone else has questions, please feel free to ask! I'll make rounds to see how you're doing."



OOC:
Your assignment is to use the makeup given to you!

Decide who will go first, and then use each of the five primary goodies in your makeup bag on each other:

Spirit Gum, Foundation, Pigment, Single-use Contacts, Quick-dry Hairdye.

Write up how you're transforming them, and roll a 6-sided die.

There are other goodies in there too: if there is an accessory or product you need, feel free to assume you have it!

Coralie, Figg, Jack-B, Nuk, Raziel, and Tabitha are still welcome to come in with their homework and join the class, but they will have to report to detention for tardiness if they want credit.

Please ask all questions in bold, red font.

With a clack, clack, clack sound rushing down the hall, the very late nekogami barely stumbled into the classroom, his tail flailing behind him as he regained his balance and breath, his glowing eyes sharp, having had to watch where he was going. Looking up at the time, he cursed lightly, under his breath to himself as he looked up to Proffessor Tailor, his eyebrows shooting up when he noticed the face of Remi behind him, trying to hold back a chuckle, which came out more liken to a weeze of air, before standing upright.

What was odd about the cat was the coat that adorned him - a black straight jacket that had belts and clasps all over him, holding him perfectly in place from the waist up, which made the feline highly uncomfortable - unable to move his hands or arms. It was almost maddening, but as he had left his room, he had found a small niche of comfort with the tight sensation of cloth around him. Even if it meant he was a pair of legs, a tail and a head at this moment. Taking a few extra gasping breaths, he leaned upwards to his full height again, tail now low and swaying across the floor, as he searched for the words that would get him back into the Prof's good books.

"Forgive me for my tardiness," He started, figuring an apology worked fine, "I had gotten "Lack of Freedom" from your previous class and had requested the assistance of a certain Quetzalcoatl who is amazing at setting someone snugly in a coat." Musing, he furrowed his brow. "Incidentally, it's remarkably difficult to get someone OUT of a jacket after you've already set them in, especially when a clasp breaks. But I digress, this is what lack of freedom is liken to, not being able to move the way you want to, and enjoy being free to do what you wish. It's a little maddening . . ." he trailed, thinking.

"And my elbow has been itchy for a half hour now." He hoped this would get him back in the good books, and able to continue lessons, giving a nod to Nukpana, who also seemed to arrive later than usual. Well, late enough. It was Nuk. But he digressed.

Sitting at the vanity, relatively comfortable and prepared, are Nuk and Jack.

Sin was excited, she was great with applying make-up so hopefully this wouldn't be TOO different. She looked at Morrigan and smiled leaning in a bit to take in the contours of her face, her hair and eye color and other features. Then she tilted her head a bit and leaned back before nodding.

"I say I do you, then you do me! We can swap, you know I'll make you look like me and then you can make me look like you?" She took the spirit gum and twisted the lid off.

"Sound good?" She waited for Morrigan's approval before she took some of the gum and began to carefully apply it to the other ghoul's face. Not much was needed just a few little bits to alter the nose and lips. She frowned a bit as the gum seemed to require her to be a little rougher, then it seemed to stick...almost too well. She bit her lip nervously and hoped Morrigan wouldn't have issues getting it off. It was just her luck that they would get a fussy batch of the spirit gum. She quickly screwed the lid back on glad they had only used a little.

She turned then and fished around trying to find just the right shade, she tested and tested against her own skin until she found a match. "Perfect..." She took one of the sponges and started to dab at Morrigans face and then neck. She smoothed and applied the purple tint until every inch of Morrigan's exposed skin matched Sin's.

"Okay not bad so far..." She licked her lips and took the pigment adding only the slightest bit to Morrigan's eyelids and lips to make them stand out better. She pulled out her own lipstick and applied a quick swipe. "You might look better then I do being me." She laughed and rifled through the contacts trying to find a proper match to her own eyes. Finally she did and urged Morrigan to tilt her head back so she could put them in.

"You okay? Just your hair now..." She grabbed the black and slid on a pair of gloves quickly turning almost all of Morrigan's pink hair black, but leaving some of her natural shade in streaks that matched Sin's.

She turned Morrigan back towards the mirror and smiled. "What do ya think?"