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 Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:47 pm
What... had just happened? The class had just been wrapping up when shadows enveloped his world and everything was a bit of a shambling, clothes-swapping blur of darkness until suddenly Christof was out in the light again, with the sudden impression it was very drafty. Why was it... Oh. Oh FEAR ALIVE WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED. A terrified squeak escaped his throat as he whirled around to try desperately to hammer on the door to the cupboard, but it was locked tight, any chance of grabbing his old clothes done-for. Had anyone seen? The moment he tried to take a step, he lurched forward to the ground- HIGH HEELS WHAT WAS HE DOING IN HIGH HEELS? Those were for GHOULS! Flushing hotly, he managed, somehow, to scramble under a desk as he saw Riley and Jericho sweep past without so much as offering a jacket or even a SHIRT. Oh Hell's Bells oh Fear on Wheels oh... oh CHRISTMAS! Hidden under the desk he frantically managed to wrench off the shoes, aiming for the fishnets next...
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 9:23 pm
While he never liked dressing up, he liked it even less now. But for 'coming out of the closet', he came in less showy clothes than most. Stepping out, he nearly tripped on a pair of shoes and flicked them off, not finding them useful at all. Looking down, he was still modestly dressed, in a green (a nice color choice) shirt, white pants, and black suit. All in all, he came out with no harm to his person and not feeling bad or worse from what he was wearing. He did miss his kilt, and he turned about to glare at the door, hammering upon it and then froze. Wait. Where was his scarf? WHERE WAS HIS SCARF?!!!!
Freaking out, he rounded about, needing to find the teacher to get his scarf back. HE NEEDED THAT SCARF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just as he did, he was to be given witness to something he never wanted to see in his entire life.
His ears dropped. His eyes widened, and a twitch started to form right on the spot.
Calder saw his friend Christof in leather. Not any type of leather, but leather that was fit for only a few underground places and maybe in a few smutty magazines. A few magazines that Calder happened to own, of which were far better stallions than the patchwork. However, it was this imagery and knowledge, stories and fantasies centered around leather and it's many uses in wardrobe and such that came rushing in a flood and to all those beauties that had been dressed in them before, Christof was replaced for a few moments.
It was NOT something he wanted in relation to his friend. It was mortifying. It was scarring. It was creating a slew of repulsion and other feelings he would rather not address that hit him like a ton a mental garbage and he was left standing in his place, twitching.
Christof was creating a crime. Christof was ruining leather for Calder.
When the moment was too much to watch, a horrid fashion train wreak that was hard to look away from, Calder gripped his eyes and cried out. "IIIII'MMMMMMMM BBBBBBLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!""
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 9:55 pm
Malodore admired the clothing it had suddenly been garbed in, thogh it rather hoped its original outfit would be restored to its quarters! Little-Wolfe had excellent taste, it had to admit.
A shriek caught the plague doctor's attention, and it turned its head...
Well.
Christof had all his parts intact, it seemed....
... it supposed that was good to know....?
It did, however, take a few steps towards the mortified patchwork, slipping off the vest its own new outfit came with and wordlessly holding it out to Christof.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:02 pm
She was pleased to note that for the most part, they had all passed this particular...test? Teacher's idea of entertainment? Assignment? Whatever! LW was happy she hadn't had any problems with the wardrobe or the maneatkin. What she wasn't expecting was when the Ms. Winter left and the wardrobe...went after them all.
A squeak escaped when she stumbled back out and bumped into...someone. She was too busy staring down at what she was wearing. Jackdamint! The she-wolf really disliked dresses! Her tail attempted to flick about but...the dress was long. She couldn't even wag her tail! Ok, she could deal with a dress, and yes she DID have to admit that Malodore did a fine job at picking an outfit that suited her (even if it was a dress; the fabric was surprisingly comfortable), but not able to wag her tail?! It...this made her pout and glance around and-
OH DEAR JACK! A new sound escaped and LW latched on to the closest person to her hiding her face against them. Said person smelled familiar too. Ren... That...oh Candlejack! The horror...that image would haunt her forever. FOREVER. Part of her did feel bad for Christof though. She just...couldn't...LW kept her head buried against the gryphon.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:59 am
Siddie stumbled a little as she was spat back out in the outfit Gabrian had put together for her. She regained her balance quickly, grateful that the heels on her shoes weren't higher that she was used to, and straightened the bow on her jacket with a pleased little smile. A keeper, definitely.
A shriek resounded through the classroom, and she jumped, whirling to look for the source of the sound.
MISTAKE. Oh Jack, huge, spectacular, horrifying mistake. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, and her eyes went huge and round. Wha ... wha ... okay, a) practically naked igor, ew, and b) fashion disaster of the highest order. She'd been too focused on her own design to see that Christof had been spat back out in his own outfit, and therefore the question that sprung to mind was: Who had done that? Whatever ghoul had done that, that was just cruel, and she made a note to find out who'd perpetrated this horror and avoid making her mad. She edged around the commotion centering around Christof and fled the classroom.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 2:38 pm
Her nose still hurt from the maneatkin hitting her, but Colette was relieved she passed and the class was over. It was worth it to feel success! Though, the Reaper didn't expect to be dragged into the wardrobe, and she looked at herself as she was spat out, thoroughly displeased. She tried not to show it though, Myr had taken his time to pick this for her! It was just that these types of hats were not her, they were.. well, witchy. It would be rude to do so anyway and she wouldn't be surprised if he himself hated what she picked.
Standing up, Colette brushed herself off and made the plan to head straight to her dorm and change. The shouts and grunts of pure agony caught her attention though, and she looked to see what the problem was. Interestingly enough, it made her want to both gag and laugh.
Colette covered her eyes and turned away with a disgusted, "Augh!" at the sight of Christof, but she soon started laughing at the patchwork's predicament and it eventually spiraled into uncontrollable laughter. Whoever did that to him made her so happy - she wasn't able to do something like that herself and he deserved it!
With tears sliding down her cheeks, Colette grabbed her stuff and headed for her dorm. Most would probably think the tears meant she was upset, but she was far from it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:26 pm
The other designs he had noticed made the envy demon either nod a bit in approval, cringe mentally, turn away without attempting to figure it out or snort at how simple it was. But then again, not everyone had an eye for fashion and though he kept that firmly in mind, his brain still did it anyway. Nothing personal, just how he was wired, he supposed. The sudden feeling of being dragged into anything made him shout out a bit in surprise before he was space out in the outfit junko had designed for him; feeling a bit... unbalanced? He wasn't sure just yet, but he did like the look overall. Formal, yet comfortable. And the way the fabric moved wasn't too bad either.
Being told he was going to go back to his dorm that way wasn't too bad a thing in this demon's mind... then can the shriek, What in Ja--
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The sight before him.... no. Just no. Something broke in Livi's brain after he had taken in Christof's state of... uh... attire?? and that was the end of it. He had no recollection of grabbing his things and leaving the classroom, his eyes wide in horror/shock and looking like he had either by hypnotizing by some amateur or hit with a bus. All he could see was... ugh! No! >< Not thinking about it anymore! There were just some things in the universes that should never... ever... ever be done. For the love of Jack, never!
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