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Beejoux rolled 1 100-sided dice:
30
Total: 30 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 2:07 pm
With an arm full of clothing the djinn returned to her maneatkin and assisted him into his new outfit. He was actually fairly helpful, and made the entire process go by quickly and easily. The clothing she'd selected was a bit of mash up of various middle eastern and east Indian styles, old and new, and she'd even been able to find the items in colors she was fond off. A calf length sari styled jack over simple over shirt and cotton pants. It was simple, it was formal, it was more clothing then she personally preferred wearing. She'd even tied a nice sash around his waist.  When she was finished the maneatkin did a small turn, then struck a happy pose. "Well if nothing else, at least I know you like the outfit."
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Shia bean rolled 1 100-sided dice:
86
Total: 86 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 4:02 pm
Chris?...Natalia liked him, from afar, not really having had any conversation with the boil. From what she had deduced, he was just an ordinary boy with ordinary needs, and something about Riley seemed to keep him on point and always obedient. Was it her knockers? Probably. He was a 14...ish, year old kid after all.
The ghoul glanced over to her partner and offered a smile, mostly giving his wardrobe a quick once over. It would be...difficult to pick out what he should wear, since as far as she could tell he made his clothes from potato sacks, but perhaps what was inside those cherry wood doors would inspire her.
Leaning forward and reaching in, the werelemur shuffled around with a few pieces before slowly drawing it out. The wardrobe...moved...and then suddenly swallowed her whole. For several moments she was knocked around until out on her rump she was spat, dressed...horribly.
"Oh my..." Natalia started, before stretching her arms out. "Oh my JACK what have you DONE?!" Throwing a fist at the wooden monster, the lemur shrieked and stumbled onto her feet. Several stacks of clothing had flown to her side, but were now being carried away by a very aggravated ghoul. SHE KNEW this class was stupid...just the opposite of an awesome, touching class...
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moonlit-raven rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:09 pm
"I'll try to do the same for you," Myr responded, before making his way over to the wardrobe.
He didn't know much about normal fashion, but he was fairly certain that he could come up with something. How hard could it be?
Unfortunetly, the wardrobe decided that he looked like a tasty snack, and he vanished inside of it for a few minutes before being spat back out of, dressed in mismatched sequins, and with a feather boa wrapped around his neck. That was just his luck.
He frowned, but at least he had snagged a few things that he thought would work to make a nice outfit for his partner.
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Marushii rolled 1 100-sided dice:
83
Total: 83 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:17 am
As the teacher returned, Merope hurriedly slipped his formerly detached arm back up his shirt sleeve, slamming his shoulder against the table to pop it back into its joint. POP! It wasn't the neatest of jobs, but it would work well enough. Nevermind that he had a tell-tale line in his sleeve where the fabric was caught between his torn flesh. He would need to rip his arm off again in order to fix it later.
For now, the undead boil settled on a Perfectly Innocent Appearance as Ms. Winter returned. He began to tune her out as he watched the gnome attempted to clean up the mess Aymet and Amrita made. Merope was envious of them -- it looked like they had fun. He was shaken from his sulking by the sound of marching meatkins, his eyes widening in surprise. Th... they had to do what? Design an outfit for their partner?!
Merope cautiously stared at the name on his paper. Riley. He felt a flash of panic as unspeakable horrors came to his mind. That book, that book! This wasn't happening! This couldn't have been happening -- it was all a dream, right?
Merope had pulled open the wardrobe door by the time he realized that this was happening for real. Slowly, he pulled the doors open, dreading the possibilities.
Elsewhere on campus, Professor Red giggled to herself.
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Nio Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
57
Total: 57 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:14 am
Riley was pleased at the choice of partner. She was pleased mostly because IT WASN'T CALDER FOR ONCE. She was also pleased, however, because she felt that helping Merope dress for a formal occasion would be a nice way to make up for their unfortunate first meeting, and thank him for his help with her pet. She moved behind him, watching as he removed articles from the wardrobe for her outfit, and gave him a pleasant glance when he turned to leave.
Hello again, Merope. I look forward to what you have in store for me. She took a step forward, and picked out items from the wardrobe that she felt were appropriate for a formal. Unfortunately, the stock was rather trim, and she would have rather ordered something from her own catalogues, but this would have to do for now. She made a note to consider sending Merope an actual designer formal suit for the Scarentine Dance, as that would be a lovely way to repay him for his thoughtfulness.
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Marushii rolled 1 100-sided dice:
62
Total: 62 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:04 am
The wardrobe grumbled as the boil began pawing through it, sneaking glances over his shoulder to look at Riley. He should have probably approached her and asked what she preferred to wear first, however where was the fun in that? He figured that since she was in a dress, she liked dresses. But which one? This one? No, even his undead instincts told him that that particular dress wouldn't have looked good against her purple skin. This? Too short. Merope jumped as he was being addressed, his cheeks darkening with embarrassment. "Oh! Hey, um, me too. 'cause I don't know what I'm doing." He admitted, turning back to the wardrobe. If he were her, what would he want to wear? That was a rather silly idea. He sighed, then decided to start with the basics. Pantyhose were things ghouls wore, right? He decided to play it safe and grab several packages in a dark purple. Then another for kicks. Shoes? Ghouls liked those too, so maybe -- wait. The boil stopped to stare. How did he miss that?! Quickly he snatched up the objects that caught his attention, hoarding them possessively as he quickly made his way back to his seat. He dumped everything on the table, motioning for his meatkin to come closer. When she (it?) did, Merope quickly used the stockings he obtained to give it tentacle hair. There! Now it looked more like Riley! ((Jacket on vs Jacket+Hat off, herpderp!)) But should he keep the jacket and hat on or off? The boil couldn't decide, and decided to leave it on. Though... He looked at his choice of an outfit and back to Riley and back, the gears slowly turning in his head. Red was chic, right? And if the rumors were true... He scuffled a talon against the floor. Maybe he should go back for a different outfit? It looked very professional and business-like to him. 
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:05 am
Well, the meatkin didn't seem to mind it! Maybe he did good after all? He paced around the meatkin, admiring his own handiwork.
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 100-sided dice:
90
Total: 90 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:33 am
After watching and waiting several of the other students go poking around in the wardrobe, Aymet marched over as well. He didn't quite know what he was looking for, and a number of confusing outfits were being tossed aside or on the floor or getting hooked in his claws as he pushed them away. No, no, no! None of it would do. Especially nothing made out of something as mundane as cloth. He had grander visions than this.
Well.
He'd seen it one time on the skellyvision. That made it cultural. To someone. Right?
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Nio Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
25
Total: 25 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:47 am
Riley had picked out several items for what she knew would be perfect formal wear. Unfortunately, when she picked them out, she placed them on the table behind her, and continued. Her meatkin would take the item she had left, and throw it back into the closet every time she turned to put something else down.
Finally, when she turned and put a top hat down on an.. empty table.. she looked up at the meatkin and glared.
So, I suppose you have your own ideas of what I should do. She growled at it. While the meatkin couldn't hear her (lol brain wat?) it still reached in and grabbed it's own set of clothes - clothing Riley would have never in a million years picked out for formal wear.
As she glanced at the meatkin's choices, she realized that there was some merit to the choices the stubborn meatkin had made for itself. After all, Merope was an aquatic creature, and seafarers did have different customs.. she was stretching a bit, but after the day she had just had, all she wanted was to get this over and done with. So she accepted the outfit, and put away the pretty top hat she had picked out for Merope sadly.
Well, at least this outfit does have a nice white button up shirt, and black pant- oh.. these are.. tights.. hmm. Awkward.
She refused to place the hat on the meatkin's head. He did so himself, and then grabbed a black marker and drew a very excited expression on his own face.
Why did I have to get the lively one.
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 100-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:48 am
It was definitely bold. Whether it was cultural or even wearable was another matter entirely. It was complete. And Shehk would have to be so happy with his handiwork stitching kitchen string through slabs of raw meat. It was like sewing, but more awesome and less boring. Plus, he got to feed Bad Dog scraps under the table when he messed up. But no one would ever know. He cast another glance at Ms. Winters just to be sure. No one.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:18 am
Riley gestured for her maneatkin to follow, and decided that she would pay Merope a visit, since he was done. She gave him a fond glance, and her eyes lifted up to s-
She stopped in her tracks, and her maneatkin slammed into her from behind. Her eyes went wide as saucers, and one could even see the reflection of the outfit Merope had made, within them. Her maneatkin tilted it's head around her to get a good look, and then tilted back so that it did not have to look anymore.
That's.. ah.. well.. very..
.. And then it clicked.
The charm hanging from the belt. The severed head on the cane. The colors. The stars. The entire outfit.
Her eyes slit dangerously, and she hissed at Merope. Who was it? Who told you about my.. infestation?!
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Enoh Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
95
Total: 95 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:32 am
Dress up someone? Well, make an outfit for someone? While she was terrible in fashion for herself, she had been subjected to around Livius enough to get an idea what would look good on a boil. Even if she didn't know what would look good on a boil, she knew the kind of things Livi liked to wear...it was a start, right?! Right.
She gazed around the room a bit, spotting the boil she recognized as Ren (he was a gryphon! Like Tahki!). After a moment or two of just...staring...she turned to the wardrobe to try and get something she thought would work.
With a bit of a cry she was pulled into the dresser, and a moment later spat back out in some...really weird looking maid's outfit? ...Well, whatever. Kicking the shoes away in some random direction, she shrugged it off and went back to work.
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Shia bean rolled 1 100-sided dice:
54
Total: 54 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:49 am
If there was one thing Natalia understood, it was the need for a feminine touch; and boy could Chris’ wardrobe use one. Setting the clothes she had gathered to the side, the feisty ghoul approached a gathering of maneatkins, pursing her lips out of nervous habit. “Hello, I’m going to need you to follow me?” It’s…skin? Plastic? Whatever was smooth and cool to the touch and while she was relatively confident in her actions, an underlying sense of uncertainty and awkwardness could be seen in the way her hand drew back and her brows furrowed. She seemed polite enough, but the stillness of the maneatkin’s body hinted toward no possible reciprocation.
And Natalia just wasn’t feeling up to dismembering an animated model. Instead she turned on her heels and marched toward one of its buddies, lifting a finger and readying a greeting…
Suddenly she was jerked around and staring into a cream, blank face with both of its fingerless hands clutching her shoulders. “What the hell are you doing?!” She snapped, slapping its hands away before taking a step back. Her tail had curled rigidly, eyes wide with shock. What on earth were these things?! “I don’t know what or who you are but you are not to put your hands on me, do you hear? I am not the dumb, plastic model okay, you are! So—Do as I say and go to the corner now.” Her features looked stern and her words meaningful, but the maneatkin kept his place directly in front of the lemur and merely tilted his head. When Natalia concluded that the thing would not budge, she curled her fingers into a fist and pouted. “Look, I need you to cooperate with me and get in that corner or else I will fail. And I will never get out of this class. But if you won’t help me then one of your friends will—so what is it going to be? Punk?”
Pointing a long white finger toward the cluster of doll things, Natalia gave her best stern face. The maneatkin responded with a swift nod of its head, hunkering over in steps that led him toward the werelemur’s clothing pile. She would forever be pleased by this, and instantly lost track of her anger; skipping after it with hands gripping one another behind her back.
When all was said and done the maneatkin looked fabulous, and Natalia searched the students for Chris’s mix-matched face. She knew he would like it…
Perhaps not as creative as most...but it would work for now.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
45
Total: 45 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:41 am
So, it ended up being less Livi-like and more...well she wasn't sure. It looked right, but who knew? She was terrible with fashion and just going by what her feeble mind recalled. Hopefully, it would be alright...
She wasn't even sure if the maneatkin liked it! It was standing very, very still...it was making her nervous.
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elvyralani rolled 1 100-sided dice:
67
Total: 67 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:47 am
Holly wasn't sure what to do. Obviously she never payed much attention to fashion. She looked at Julian then to the wardrobe. What would he wear?
The ghoul started to grab some things for the maneatkins.
Luckily the wardrobe didn't try anything funny as she grabbed her items.
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