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Swapping out the Sleek Christmas Sweater fooooorrr.... Another Christmas Sweater?? This one is Fuzzy.

Second Outfit:

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

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

Rasali swaps the Fuzzy Christmas Sweater (+2 whimsical, +1 vintage) for a Fuzzy Ruffled Shirt! (+1 whimsical, +2 vintage)

Third Outfit:

Plain Sandals and Socks
Fuzzy Ruffled Shirt
Spiked Zubas
Faded Feather Scarf

Vintage: 5
Practical: 1
Whimsical: 1
Daring: 3

The day before the event, Vremea was all smiles. She had been so excited and both terrified by the fact that there would be a fashion show held at Bloodfest. She was trying to expect the worst(because really, when did Alternia ever show her it's best?) but in the end, she was just too excited to hold back. She had practically overprepared for the event, fixing herself up and adding almost two coats of lipstick, checking and rechecking her outfit to make sure not one strand was out of place, making her shoes tighter, adjusting her bows... Even tightening her corset, which only made it harder to keep whatever was in her stomach in there. Rubbing her nose and sliding a hand into her short hair, she tried to adjust herself in her seat— of course, her seat! She was... A judge, which was so AWESOME! She had always wanted to try being one, so hey, when the applications were up for trying, she immediately signed herself up. And either way...?She would never go up there to model, at least, not now! The crowd was rowdy and knowing the trolls allowed in... They weren't ready for her yet. She was...

Well, she wouldn't continue that frame of thought. She looked up at the runway, eyes sliding to the crowd again before eyeing the others, slightly interested. She knew Athene was there, and... A mintblooded teen with a pomp. The queen was also nearby, which although did get her nervous, she wouldn't let it show. She didn't know she was a rebel... Did she? She nervously tugged a her shirt collar. A few others were up judging as well, through all the blood types, though she didn't quite know them. It almost felt, well, nice— they were all different, but in the same standing. It was... It was like they were all equals, giving input from all sides. It felt... Almost unifying. Until the first contestant walked in.

Not that it was a bad contestant! Why would Odette ever be bad?! It was, mainly, the filthy crowd. There was Odette, strutting her stuff, looking amazing in her... Okay, well, they weren't amazing, they were alright. They'd probably given her clothes to wear, and those were the only ones that looked sensible to her, so she'd picked them out to wear. Vremea enjoyed how well it fit together. It was quite... Well, vintage. Which, as she had jotted down on her paper, was he favorite style. Watching her strut and walk, her eyes brightened when she saw her body just... Change. At first she was just walking hesitantly, but she transformed, gained confidence— she even winked at them. Oh, goodness, she was so— wait a minute... Vremea let out a chuckle when she noticed the light wind blowing against her and making her morail look more and more stunning. When she finished, Vremea was almost left in tears. She looked so good, had managed to completely capture the audience... She smiled brightly. "I personally adored this outfit. It makes her look very adorable, almost adorable. It was very well put together! Adorable and it fit together almost seamlessly! Minus the boots, she would have looked quite fancy!" With a blink, she realized she sounded a bit too... No, she wasn't following her paper at all. The expressions of others and their shaking heads... Oh. Was she supposed to have... Oh no, she messed up already. Great... Alright, let's do this better. Hmm... Maybe with another contestant?

As Vremea waited for the next contestant to walk, she couldn't help but start to practice some lines and go over them. Maybe she could drop a funny joke in them? Eeh, maybe not... She was supposed to be critical after all. Might as well stay in character. But a little joke never hurt anyone. She didn't even make them normally, maybe it would make her more approachable? She didn't want to seem stuffy or mean. She was definitely not stuffy, and she tried her best not to be mean to anyone unless they completely deserve it.

Vremea finally saw all the lights face the stage, and merely from her elegant walk, Vremea knew who it was. Her eyes softened and the yellowblood placed her face in her hands happily. Wow, Milieu looked amazing. Not only was her outfit similar to Odette's in a way— Vintage, very nice— but it was simple. A little... Plain. The moon boots were definitely not complimenting her look... They were quite garish and not very good. She would definitely have to find out where they were getting their outfits from. It wasn't even making sense to her, hmm...

Watching her strut more, the yellowblooded adult adjusted her hair before looking at the audience— they... They were silent. Too silent. All... Of them?! Did they plan this?! The poor tealblood was sweating bullets by now, looking nervous and definitely not as confident as she did the first time. She looked so nervous and... Oh noo, she wished she could head over and give her tealblooded scout a hug. Oh noo... After she slid off stage, the camera slid to the judges, and in her shock, she made a joke. "Well those boots sure were something." She murmured to herself, unintentionally letting out a giggle before sliding a hand through her hair.

She continued to replay the outfit in her mind before pursing her lips and slowly adjusting her own outfit. It was getting her slightly self-concious... "Hmm. She was wearing a hoopskirt, yes? A little faded, but quite alright. The bow tie and the frilled shirt were quite plain, but I did not mind them at all. However, the moonboots... They completely stood out from the entire outfit. I do not know if it's a trend now, but... Oh well, you all understand. To each their own, correct?" Of course, she knew Milieu didn't pick that willingly. But she did have to sound a little critical, otherwise they would find out she was apart of her closest companions and it'd be like she was picking favorites. She couldn't risk that. Lowering her eyes, she tilted her head again, if only slightly. "All in all, a good outfit. Keep at it, good luck!" Perhaps she sounded too cheery... or was it too funny? She had thrown in a couple subtle but funny remarks in there... The audience did not seem pleased. Oh damnit, now she'd have to face the consequences or something... Time to try a little harder to be... Well... Mean.

Attention points: 8 (1+3 odette, 1+3 milieu)

Rasali throws out the Faded Feather Scarf (+1 vintage, +2 daring) in favor of a Faded Fanny Pouch (+1 vintage, +2 practical)


Fifth Outfit:

Plain Sandals and Socks
Fuzzy Ruffled Shirt
Sleek Zubas
Faded Fanny Pouch

Vintage: 5
Practical: 4
Whimsical: 1
Daring: 0

This whole fashion show was an absolute disaster. However, considering Rasali's base level knowledge of fashion, this was about the best worst case scenario that could have transpired. Rather than Rasali being completely out of her element by herself, everyone looked just as ridiculous as everyone else. If Rasali knew anything about fashion, it was how to rock a pair of sandals--socks be damned. In fact, she quite liked the zubaz. The elastic was quite convenient... And they came in so many patterns!

Rasali may not have known fashion, but she knew confidence and how to walk down a long, narrow platform. That was all there really was to it, right? Rasali struck out down the runway.

She had expected noise from the audience, it was a performance after all. The whistling though was rather grating. Even if the catcalling was sarcastic, it wasn't appreciated, no matter how cute she was in her fuzzy shirt. She held her head high and pursed her lips, tossing her hair over her shoulder in the process.

Rasali hoped her attitude had gotten the message across that she was above such vulgar behavior. The tears she noticed in the front rows of the audience, however, were a fair bit more disconcerting. Rasali wasn't sure she was quite that pretty. Maybe there was animal dander in this shirt?

While she enjoyed showing off, Rasali was relieved when she got to the end of the runway and turned to make her way backstage. It would have been one thing if she felt like she was doing anything to be applauded or... laughed at? Rasali tried not to let her expression curl into a snarl. If these people wanted a real spectacle, they could come to one of her derby matches.

With a final swish of her hair, Rasali trotted off the runway.

Oh! An actual clown was on the runway. Aandes may not have been able to tell if he hadn’t visited her booth earlier that week. He straightened his posture to observe her get-up, which was really not all that offensive given her regular appearance and actions. And hey, if she wasn’t saying anything on the runway that was a bonus. Aandes cleared his throat.

“Well, your look is quite whimsical! I think the unusual clown shoes do you quite a favor, actually. They really compliment the look of the garish tutu, which is just horrendous in the best ******** way. The messiahs would be pleased – I’m thinking that you’re going for something unique and artsy. Perhaps a part of a dream you had once? It might be good to revisit your childhood memories to pull back some inspiration.”

Aandes crossed his legs and gestured at her plain gloves. “For instance, those gloves. They aren’t saying anything to me! I think that you could really get away with something glorious and frightening if you put your mind to it. You’ve done such creative things with your tutu and your make-up just enhances that fantastically. What do you use for your make-up by the way? It’s gorgeous under these lights.”

Aandes laid down his cards on the table and brushed off his pants. He didn’t have many words to say. Best not risk the rage of a clown, even if he was away from the catwalk. Well, what could you do? He mugged the camera in the meantime.



Ah good, another daring troll. In his element, Aandes sat up and judged Alifax with the best of them. He remembered this troll vaguely from a while back – he was looking a bit more colorful than usual (it was hard not to with this horrendous fashion competition, or so called), and as he strode down the aisle the crowd was silent. It suited the troll. Aandes quietly hummed as he reached the end of the runway, and noticed that someone had apparently gotten sick. Was it really that bad? He didn’t feel one way or another about the look, frankly.

Alifax got closer and finally Aandes could make out what was going on with this situation. Holy s**t – someone had felt it necessary to throw undergarments at the troll, which was completely unnecessary and disgusting. In fact, it was kind of hilarious. The redblood looked as about as ecstatic to be there as a purrbeast dunked in water. Aandes stifled a laugh and was interrupted by a scream.

“Well… I guess you can say that your look has so many facets that the audience doesn’t even know what to do with it!” Aandes laughed. “Listen: I can see that you’re a man of many masks. You play a lot of roles and you want to be a part of the crowd, rather than the spotlight, right? Well, you’re in the spotlight now and you’ve got to get used to it. Stop all of this unnecessary fluff! If you’re not comfortable with people barfing, lusting, and screaming in terror you may want to tone it down some, hot shot. It’s not exactly rocket science to get dressed, but if you do it right you can get what you want when you want it.”

That was from Aandes’ blood pusher to Alifax’s. He started to slip into his bizarre, fluffy persona and made swoopy hand gestures with his remarks. “You’ve gotta… Reach inside of yourself. Are you really daring? Get a grip on what you want and take it like the pie in the window on a summer morning. You can risk the sunburns, and THAT’S daring. Everything happens in seasons. I think this fit would be better off in Autumn, actually, considering the amount of ruffles. If you pared those down you might have a fighting chance of getting into the winner’s circle in whimsical, vintage, or daring! These are all boundaries you don’t have to abide by, but chaos can happen if you can’t control it. Basically, you’d better watch out. Learn to focus the mystery and the chaos that you have into the choices you make. Commit!”
That was enough of that. He looked at Alifax. “I’d also suggest that unless you’re going for the vintage category that you brush your hair and do your make-up a bit more. You could be working in the mines, and that’s not something that I can see being really cutting edge, you know? We’re in Civisect! Live a little!”


Ha-haaaa. There was Rasali. This was just too good. Aandes was on this. He watched her come down the aisle in her… Vintage? Get-up. The other vintage trolls at least had some rustic historical nonsense going for them. Rasali just looked like a tourist. It was hilarious. He had a doofy grin on his face as she walked down the runway, but quickly shifted into his persona as the night went on. He felt that acting naïve was not for him. He always came across as critical, and if he’d chosen that earlier he would have been much more successful. ******** it. He was just going to let his feelings fly. As far as he was concerned, Rasali and his romance was show-worthy entertainment.

“Hey sugar. Listen, this whole get-up you’ve got going on? It’s not working for me. You’re split between a lot of bizarre choices here, and the audience is clearly up in arms about it. You’re not really breaking any barriers here to begin with, and for the love of the messiahs I cannot imagine anyone wanting to look like you in any point in history. The fuzzy shirt is the only saving grace here, and even that I feel you could plus some. Two words: crop top. Come on, girl. Is it that hard to style? Work your game to your body type. Your fanny pack is doing your fanny no favors.”

Aandes rattled off. He shrugged and tossed some of the curls of his pompadour. “Also, you should invest in a stylist or at least spend some time in front of a mirror.”

Odette (5) + Milieu (1) + Reemus (1) + Eostre (3 + 1) + Cerise (1) + Cebass (1) + Zeffer (3 + 1) + Voscil (1) + Keionx (1) + Tamiya (1) + Alifax (3+1) + Rasali (1) = 25

sorry for double quotes, editing for recount
I critiqued all of the trolls! ;A;!!