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The sight that bounded out onto the runway made Aandes' circular brows nearly raise right off of his forehead. It had the most bizarre effect on the audience, which went silent and then immediately began to cry. Perhaps it was because the "vintage" spell was so offensive. Aandes would claim ignorance on this one.

"Ummmm...?" He began. He leaned forward curiously to take a look at the little yellowblood. “I’m getting kind of a… Twelfth Perigree’s meets school play vibe from you, and I’m not so sure that’s what you were going for. Is it? Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems like having these sort of… Practical clothing bits on the bottom and attic upper dealies is a risky move. Not sure if I get it.”

He put his hand over his mouth and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “I got it! Here’s your story: It’s Twelfth Perigree’s Eve and you’re sitting alone in your hive on a cold winter night. The fire has gone out and you’re looking for something to keep you warm, and you decide hey! Why not check the attic for some clothes? Maybe you’ll find your presents up there, too, yeah? You find this weird old stuff from the past and put it on, but it’s musty and old… But you feel… Connected with the spirits that have passed. The ancestors from long ago. I think you should aim more towards making us feel something. Tell us a story with your outfit. You’re almost there.”

He gave the yellowblood a wink and waited for the next troll to walk on stage. Hopefully someone with a bit more pizzazz!

In the meantime, the audience seemed a bit upset. He kept coming across as too critical. Aandes frowned. Was he letting some of his natural criticism show through? He was trying to be so uplifting, too! Maybe he had to push harder.

Attention Points:
Odette (5) + Milieu (1) + Reemus (1)

Stryke hadn't done much with the bowling, as to the reason why...one could find the yellowblood sitting in the gerbil pin playing with them. His lusus was off to the side, sleeping having been all but literally ordered to leave the cute tiny creatures alone. When no one was looking, the long haired pre-teen climbed into the pen and those that hadn't been taken away for the games were currently being cuddled by him or generally just pet, or played with. They were adorable, and he seriously couldn't help himself. He'd been so determined to play, but as the bowling raged on, he sat calmly with a smile on his face.

Once his Fellowship had been returned to the mixture, and a variety of them were still climbing all over him the kid reached over and gently scooped up two of the 10 gerbils from his team. Peregin and Meriadoc. He'd named them after his favorite troublemakers in one of his classic troll fantasy novels. Smiling at the little guys he coo'd at them as he looked around with a shift eye'd glance and tucked them away in his sweater as he whistled innocently. Nope. Nobody saw that right?

Sliding out of the pen, he casually called out to his lusus to rouse him, going to find a place to sit down and watch the fashion show even if he had no idea what was going on. The two little gerbils peeked out of his shirt occasionally, chittering at one another, and their now new owner. He'd make a place for them special back at his hive oh yes he would. When the pair got tired, he set them in his rucksack he'd been carrying around with him, reminding himself to buy a cage so they could be easily transported back to the hotel and kept safe.

((Keionx frantically scavenges in the bin - Extra roll 3/5))

3, 3 = Spiked (Daring + 1) Clown Shoes (Whimsical + 2)

Current stats:
Vintage: 4
Whimsical: 3
Daring: 2
Practical: 3

Equipped:
Garish Slippers (Trading oh dear gog trading...) Spiked Clown Shoes (Daring 1, Whimsical 2)
Faded Three Woofbeasts Howling Shirt (Vintage 1, Whimsical 1, Practical 1)
Spiked Hoop Skirt (Daring 1, Vintage 2)
Faded Suspenders (Vintage 2, Practical 1)

Keionx had tried to get rid of clown shoes before, and now she found, held in her hands, the BEST clown shoes ever. Yes. She could make these work. Good bye, awful mess of slippers, she had spiked clown shoes.

((Keionx frantically scavenges in the bin - Extra roll 4/5))

5, 4= Garish (Highest stat - 1) 4 - Bow Tie (Vintage + 2)

Current stats:
Vintage: 4
Whimsical: 3
Daring: 2
Practical: 1

Equipped:
Spiked Clown Shoes (Daring 1, Whimsical 2)
Faded Three Woofbeasts Howling Shirt (Vintage 1, Whimsical 1, Practical 1)
Spiked Hoop Skirt (Daring 1, Vintage 2)
Faded Suspenders (Trading) Garish Bow Tie (Highest stat - 1, Vintage + 2)

Despite how Zariah she looked, Keionx decided that was not the look she wanted. She wanted badass. She wanted whimsical. She wanted cool... And she wasn't her brother anyway...

And then she found the second worst thing ever. The slippers had been bad... but this bow tie, full of science... y... patterns and wierdness... No.

Keionx silently sobbed.

Aandes was bored. Ruffled shirts and hoop skirts were not what he was waiting for. Granted, there’d been a certain amount of cohesion in the fashion choices… But he was edgy! Vogue! Where was that? Where was the high culture Alternian fashion?

Aandes didn’t have to pine long for it – it came walking down the aisle in the form of his friend Eostre. Aandes perked up. Who was that? He hardly recognized her. She was always so graceful and coy – explosives behind a sugar coated appearance. Her look was… Daring. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Magnifique.

If Eostre wasn’t already well-off, Aandes would have immediately picked her up. He would never doubt her ability to take something bizarre and turn it into a statement. She was one of his rolemodels for a reason. Happy feelings bubbled up through Aandes, and he found himself needing to calm it down to judge her correctly. That is, without immediately gushing about her stunning appearance. He clapped his hands together.

“Bizarre! Secular cirque! How did you do it?” He raved. He had to start somewhere, but so many words were coming to his mind that he couldn’t choose just one. Relax, Aandes. Better to start off general. “When you walked down the aisle I thought – cold steel. You’re so sharp you cut right through the audience and the judging panel. I see a dark past and a powerful woman with a sense of gravity while also having a great deal of introspection. Everyone should fear you, am I right?”

He clapped his hands together. “I’ll take it from the top. Your hair? Fantastic. I adore how harsh and direct your styling is. It screams vogue to me. Every inch is defined exactly the way you want it to be, and that level of razor sharp precision is (to be religious about this) miraculous. I think we could almost do without the bowtie – if you’re on the edge between the Dark Carnival and brutal high culture, you could forge an entirely new fashion trend out of doing what you’re doing without taking us to the fair. Though it is Bloodfest, so that’s up to you.”

It was generally alright for him to make a pass at clowns so long as he wasn’t directly insulting one. He was sure that Eostre wouldn’t mind his ribbing – clowns were bizarre. “The way you strutted out here was fierce. You walk like you’re stomping on necks, and I have to say those shoes are a compliment to your danger. I think if I had to change anything about your catwalk performance I’d just want to see more of you. You pulled off this look.”

Hmm.. How to make his presentation more naïve? Considering this was his preferred area, Aandes wanted to make a statement in his brief segment on-air. Maybe simply asking a dumb statement would be charming enough. Gog, please don’t let Eostre slap him for this later. “I have no idea why trolls don’t wear this outfit every season! It just doesn't make sense to me.”


Odette (5) + Milieu (1) + Reemus (1) + Eostre (3 + 1)

(wow I really should have made Aandes critical; what are these rolls)

The camera was clearly not on Aandes. It was on some screaming redblood next to him. He ground his teeth together, trying not to find an excuse to remove her and instead focus on the competitors. Out next was a similar redblood trainwreck. Maybe this would be the one. Aandes would act ridiculous this time. For the media! That way they’d have to show his footage.

“Oh, WOW.” Aandes said. His eyes grew large and he put his hands on his cheeks. “Are you a clown on parade? Look at you!”

She stuck his tongue out and while normally, Aandes would want to throttle her, now he was in the zone. “You’re so cute! Look at that sass. I don’t see why we don’t have more trolls like you on stage. I can tell that you’re going for some kind of “lost in dreamland”. It’s so trippy, I feel like I’m in my recuperacoon reading a wiggler story! I love that look. It’s like it’s looking back and looking into the future, without being dirty, dusty or high tech. Colors never fade, am I right?”

What the ******** was Aandes saying. Maybe he’d redirect him dumb comments onto her … Er… Face. “Your make-up is so unique. I’d say that you look like you’ve just been electrified, maybe a cooking accident or you got caught in a dryer? You look very dry. Super dry. I think maybe you should consider adding a water element to your attire! Like a squirty flower, or a drinking hat.”

Oh my god did he try.

Aandes looked for the audience's support, and they were laughing their nubs off. Too far. He'd gone too far. Why did this happen.

Odette (5) + Milieu (1) + Reemus (1) + Eostre (3 + 1) + Cerise (1)

Zeffer had been waiting some time for his turn on the runway, and it looked as if it were finally approaching. With music and lights blaring, he had only become more and more enthused as the line of participants, in all their ******** finery, progressed to the front. When the drone overseeing the participants snapped 'NEXT!!!', Zeffer strutted forward, planning to put on a show. The crowd seemed to swell as he swaggered out onto the stage, whooping and whistling, perhaps drawn in by the horrid flashy color scheme of his outfit. He could only laugh to himself as he progressed down the stage, eyes sweeping the crowd as he attempted to spot Aprife and Akko. He knew they were out there, somewhere.

The sound of someone in the front beginning to wretch nearly caused Zeffer to lose it, but he bit the inside of his lip, and willed himself forward. He supposed, with great amusement, that an event like this would be horribly offensive to some uppity highbloods and their delicate sensibilities. His brilliantly flowered hawaiian shirt and green-striped zubaz pants only complimented one another in terms of ugliness, certainly, and he could see how they could be seen as a gross combo. Some trolls were laughing of course, and some seemed to be holding back. Would he get points knocked off if he couldn't hold it together? He let out a shivering breath, and smiled big to the crowd. He was almost to the end of the runway, anyway...

It was just before he reached that end that he spotted Aprife and Akko. Looking right at the both of them, he made a ridiculous (and slightly lewd) pose, before smoothly turning to make the walk backstage again, glancing back for a moment to blow the two of them a kiss.



(wanted to repost this so any critiquers could do it for points, my roll post is on pg 35, I got 2,3,3,3)