Sitting by a make-up mirror, Odette was giving the last touch-ups to her look. She fiddled with her hair, tied up into a messy bun. Hm, she thought, not messy enough. She pulled a chunk out from the front, giving her a side-swept wispy bang. She made careful choices about which flyaway hairs to keep down, and which to pin up. She gave her make-up a look-over and giggled. It felt so gaudy and silly, even though she knew it had to be that way or else the judges wouldn't notice. She put on one last coat of lipstick before making her way to the catwalk.
Odette squeaked when her cue was given. She was going out there first? Oh no, this had to be a mistake. Why would they choose her to go first? Were they starting with lowbloods, or was it just bad luck? Either way her panic set in doubly as she started her walk down the runway, trying her best to keep her shaking to a minimum. Immediately after her turn down the catwalk, she was greeted with whistles and jeering. What? Were they cheering for her? Or were they just excited the event had started? Nonetheless the racket got Odette's blood-pusher pumping, giving her a strange rush of confidence. These people wanted a show, and she was going to give them one.
Her strut quickly became more confident, garishly red moon boots clunking and swishing down the runway. Suddenly, Odette had a thought. She could pull off a trick no one else here could. Using her powers, Odette summoned a small air current and directed it toward herself, like her own personal beauty fan. It was a subtle wind, and short ranged, too. She didn't want to be too outlandish. Her hair and her shirt ruffles flowed nicely in the wind, hoop skirt billowing ever so slightly, too.
Reaching the end of the runway, she posed dramatically, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. Coyly, she cocked her head and winked towards the judges panel. She felt like laughing! This was a lot more fun than she expected. She hardly felt nervous at all anymore. Odette grabbed her skirt so that it made a lovely wave as she spun around. She continued her confident strut down the catwalk, absolutely delighted. She looked at one of the cameras towards the end, watching it pan down to- oh goodness. Odette looked away, blushing bright red. Maybe she gave a little bit too much of a show.
(Odette's outfit is Garish Moon Boots, Faded Ruffled Shirt, Sleek Hoop Skirt, and Faded Suspenders)
Hivestuck
My name is: Odette Cygnet I am in team: Redblood My strongest vibe is: Vintage ( 8 ) My second vibe is: Practical (2) My outfit's score is: ((8 x 2) - 2) = 14
Ball: Meteor, [strong 4 (+2)], [energetic 3 (+2)] CURRENT TOTAL SCORE: 7 + 4
Bowling: To roll, make a post rolling (((gerbil ball + # of pins left standing) x2)d4) The resulting numbers should be separated into groups of 2, and added to the gerbil's stats as following: First set of 2, add to the strong and energetic GerbStats of the ball gerbil. Second set of 2 all the way to tenth set of 2, add to the solid and docile GerbStats of the pin gerbils from 1 to 9 in that same order.
Scoring: Once you have added the rolled numbers to the base scores of each gerbil, writing them as modified totals (+ number) in your mule-given quote, you can now begin to compare. If your ball gerbil's first GerbStat, strong, is higher than a pin gerbil's first GerbStat, solid, or their second GerbStat, energetic, is higher than the pin's GerbStat, docile, then you have collided with the pin, but the pin remains standing. Add +1 to your score. If both the ball's GerbStats are higher than the pin's GerbStats then they have collided with the pin and knocked it over. Strike through the pin on the quote given and add +2 to your score. On subsequent tries, roll 2d4 less for each stricken out pin gerbil as they have been removed from the bowling lane. If your troll is able to knock down all pins in the first round, add +10 to your score. If they are able to knock down all pins in the second round, add +7, and if they are able to do it in the third round, add +3. When you are done your three rolls, attach the following quote underneath your final post.
Oh man the gerbils were cute. Sooooo cute. Good thing this was a gentle game or she'd feel kind of bad for tossing them at one another. Luxara picked up her lumpy desert gerbil. She patted him on the head and let him sniff at her finger before she rolled him up, gently swung her arm back, and then forward, letting Li'l Cap roll down the lane.
Zeffer had signed up for the fashion show mostly as a joke. With Akko and Aprife joining him, and with all there was to do and see, he hadn't signed up for every single event. But, for the last day of the festival, it had seemed like a good idea to do something laid back, and possibly hilarious. When he arrived to be herded back stage with the rest of the contestants, he was thrilled to see that the event was practically a joke in itself. Brilliant. He took a a good minute to laugh at the poorly disguised lost and found bin, before heading over to dig around in it, wondering what kind of crap he'd find to wear. Something skimpy and ridiculous, to amuse his friends, or maybe he would actually put a little effort into it for once? He was grinning like a shark as he pondered his options.
Zeffer made a face as he pulled out some of the most boring pieces of clothing he'd ever seen. A smock?? Sweatpants!?? Surely the lost and found had better things to offer. With a little grin, he huffed, and set about finding more interesting clothing articles.
