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Etsali stared thoughtfully at her findings, and glanced back at the box. She sorta wanted to see what else was in there, just because. It was sorta habit...

Fuzzy Slippers (Practical + 1, Whimsical + 2)
Faded Three-Woofbeasts Howling Shirt (Whimsical +1, Practical + 1, Vintage + 1)
Faded Zubaz (Vintage + 2, Practical + 1)
Faded Fingerless Gloves (Whimsical +1, Practical +1, Vintage+1)
Fuzzy Sweatpants (Whimsical +1, Practical +2)

Practical: 5
Whimsical: 5
Vintage: 2

Alright, so maybe this wasn't exactly what she'd expected to end up wearing when she'd signed up for this things, but Etsali thought it had worked out alright. Maybe it wasn't high fashion, but it was comfortable to walk on out there in her fuzzy slippers and sweatpants, with the faded Three Woofbeasts shirt thrown on over it. Most important of all, she'd been able to find a pair of gloves to wear! She'd been wondering if anyone would care if she kept hers on until then, but the fingerless ones she'd dug up were so much like her old ones that she'd have felt at ease no matter what else she'd ended up with.

Pulling on a confident grin, the thief started down the walkway. At the first turn however, she caught her first glimpse of the audience and faltered, baffled by what she saw. Sure, it was a comfy outfit, but everyone was wearing it? What was even...? How could that...? She shrugged it off forcefully and kept going, gritting her teeth into that smile as she suddenly heard someone getting sick. What was even with this audience? Why couldn't they, like, cheer as if this was a sport? She understood cheering.

She did not understand a sudden need to sing a tragic ballad. But there it was, rising up all around her as she started back down the walkway. She guessed it was so loud it could have been a cheer. A very loud and slow and depressing cheer about death and loss or whatever. Maybe she was...supposed to sing along?

Whoops, Lorata's super late to the party, maybe there's stuff still in the bin.

Plain Slippers (highest stat-1, practical +1, whimsical +1)
Garish Tassel Pasties(highest -1, Daring +2) whyyy
Faded Hoop Skirt (Vintage 3)
Faded Suspenders (Vintage 2, Practical 1)

These slippers were too plain, what else was there?

Plain Slippers (highest stat-1, practical +1, whimsical +1)
Faded Hoop Skirt (Vintage 3)
Faded Suspenders (Vintage 2, Practical 1)
Sleek Hawaiian Shirt(Practical 1, Whimsical 2)
Plain Clown Shoes (highest stat-1, whimsical 2)

Weren't there any good shoes in here? Frustrated, Lorata began to throw things around the bin as she dug.

Faded Hoop Skirt (Vintage 3)
Faded Suspenders (Vintage 2, Practical 1)
Sleek Hawaiian Shirt(Practical 1, Whimsical 2)
Spiked Moon Boots (Daring 1, Vintage 2)
Plain Moon Boots (highest -1, Vintage 2)

Lorata looked at the pile of clothes she'd ended up with and couldn't help making a face. It was just so weird. She'd expected pretty dresses and things when she'd signed up, but there was no denying this was just a bunch of junk. She wanted to complain, and she would have loudly if anyone had been around to listen. But nooo, she'd had to spend so much time looking for some kind of makeup to cover up the bruise that disgusting redblood had left on her face that she'd ended up coming in late. No one to complain to, then, and no one to tell her why she couldn't she bounce out there in what she was already wearing, it was fashionable enough!

Sighing angrily, the little seadweller buttoned up her hawaiian shirt and slipped on a hoop skirt before putting on the suspenders she'd found. Then there were the big clunky moon boots, all faded and old. Just perfect. Well, that was fine. She was so cute, no one would care what she wore. She just knew it! Nodding determinedly to herself, she headed out towards the walkway. She had intended to skip playfully, but well, these boots were so heavy. She stepped out carefully and purposefully instead, putting on one of her cuter smiles for the crowd that had come to admire her.

At the first turn, she caught an eyeful of hawaiian patterns from the corner of her eye. This many trolls actually liked to wear this stuff? Ugh. Well, at least that meant they'd all like it for sure. She kept going, and couldn't hold down a frown as a spectator began to get unruly, gathering the attention of two drones. How dare they act out during her time out here? They could have done it during a lowblood's walk, at the very least! Though seething, she pulled herself together enough to strike a cute pose for the judges. As she did, there was a cry from another area of the crowd, and she flinched back and away as something came flying at her face.

It was only as she hit the ground, unable to regain her balance in the boots, that she realized what they'd thrown at her. Lorata scooted back a good distance, staring in disgusted horror, and then scrambled back to her feet to flee.

500 WORDS

Aandes yawned softly under his hand. Who was coming on next? The song suddenly changed to something denoting a daring costume, and he looked up in time to see one of the most obnoxious looks he’d ever seen in his life. A blueblood was strutting on stage, swaggering and crying out like an entire pack of drunken juggalos, in a garish get up that could only be described as ballsy and terrifyingly daring. His jaw dropped. This was an adult troll. He seemed to be looking for someone, and by the looks of It the cause for his get-up was more based on the fact that he was confident than that he had lost a dare or something similar. Aandes wasn’t sure how to play this one out.

As Zeffer continued to walk forward, the audience reacted with laughter and vomiting. Classic Alternia. He looked hardly able to contain himself. How annoying. This type of troll wasn’t Aandes’ favorite, and his outfit was completely ugly. Yet somehow… Aandes appreciated the vibe. Clearly he had spent a lot of time and effort going about putting this hot mess together. Aandes adjusted his sleeves daintily and began to speak when he saw that he made a particularly crass pose. That would be a good in for his commentary.

“Hello! My goodness. Are your quadrant mates out there? You seem to have a good handle on the crowd, and you know what they say - the performance is everything. I think that you should amp up the amount of crass actions in your performance next time. Really make everyone puke! It’d go great with your daring and whimsical twist, you know. I’m sure you were going for shock factor but I think you could have gone farther.”

Aandes leaned back and stroked his chin. “I think your lovers would be proud. Are they your inspiration for this get up? It seems to me like you picked some very specific pieces – particularly the Hawaiian shirt just screams ‘restful carousel’ to me. I imagine it’s symbolic of your…” Aandes rolled his eyes back to try and look thoughtful, coming up with some bullshit to spew for the sake of airtime, “relationship with your kismesis. Hearty and colorful, with as much au naturale as possible if you get my drift. You could have gone a more patterned route for the zubaz. I imagine that there’s a more cohesive solution to the symbolism in patterns you’re trying to achieve, if you just look to the clouds and imagine you’re inside of them with your loved ones you’ll come up with something that I think will just fit perfectly.”

Styling now. Aandes leaned on one arm and frowned. “But in all seriousness, your costume was the best part of this performance on the catwalk. Your hair styling could be improved, but I like your highlights. You could use some make-up as well; the lights are blowing you out. I recommend showing off more of your assets if possible – why cover up a good thing?” He shrugged.




Now, a yellowblood hopped onto the stage. Aandes saw more fuzz and expected something garish, but… It was rather whimsical! He’d seen her around the skating booth. This kid generally had a good attitude and a sparky disposition. She wore the whimsical clothes well, and (if not for the underwear that had been flung on stage) it was a relatively uneventful event. She was also wearing five hats. That was strange.

“I think that your socks could really amp up the fuzz of your outfit – try hornbeast or hopbeast and you’ll have a pleasing texture that compliments the lights,” Aandes suggested. “Fantastic form down the runway; you’d be suited, I think, for a younger and sportier audience. Perhaps you should have chosen something a bit more form fitting to showcase a sporty fit. Were you trying to go for a puppet picnic sort of look?”

At this point, Aandes had stopped paying attention to what he was saying. It was silly, white noise, but as long as people paid attention to him on TV he’d be able to draw them in with words that made actual sense later. “In fact, I’d think that fan underwear may be a good idea for your brand. You may consider swimwear if you so choose. Fuzzy swimwear. Like an anemone! That’s what I call dreamlike.”

Aandes leaned way back in his chair and took a drink from his water battle. The stage lights were starting to get to him. He’d been judging for quite some time.




Something very alarming happened when the orangeblood walked out onto the runway. Aandes noticed a swarm of trolls dressed… Exactly the same. It was incredibly strange, and he cocked his head. Was this some kind of flash mob? Either way, the orangeblood was working her fierce woofbeast work. Very whimsical indeed, and as an orangeblood he thought she could get away with something less refined.

An enormous, muscular lusus got sick and everything started going very strangely. In a bizarre dreamlike state, he watched a field of emotions cross over her face and then the audience’s. Did they put something in his water?

“That was…” Aandes mumbled. He got up from his seat, completely clueless and speechless. Aha! He had an idea. With a slowly growing smile, he began a slow clap. If the audience joined in, he’d be feeling great. “Fantastic! A moving performance art!” Aandes laughed victoriously and sat back down, delivering his feedback to the camera.

“A howlbeast girl is alone. She sees the spirits of her ancestors, those whose symbols have long since faded into obscurity and the one that she now possesses on her very chest. She weeps. Her family is sick – bloodline ruined by tarnished mutations and horrific deaths! Her face is wet with tears, and she escapes but she cannot flee from her past. Her tragic past is too much for any one troll to bear. She must flee, and flee she does, but the destruction she has wrought follows her. Beautiful. Poetic. Magnificent.”

Odette (5) + Milieu (1) + Reemus (1) + Eostre (3 + 1) + Cerise (1) + Cebass (1) + Zeffer (3 + 1) + Voscil (1) + Keionx (1)

Rasali enters the fashion fray!

First Outfit:

Plain Sandals and Socks
Sleek Christmas Sweater
Spiked Zubas
Faded Feather Scarf

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