Hivestuck
My name is: Lorata Gorgos
I am in team: Purple
My strongest vibe is: Vintage 9
My second vibe is: Practical 2
My outfit's score is: ((9 x 2) - 2) = 16
While it was nice to know that the fashion show had appreciated her enough to ask her to walk the runway one more time, Lorata wasn't entirely sure she'd really wanted to after what had happened the last time. She'd managed to sneak a peek from backstage, just to see if there was anything particular startling out there, but the crowds had been surprisingly calm from what she'd seen. Maybe just a bit too calm? Maybe they were just waiting until they could see her before they started mimicking her or fighting or- or throwing things. She had never realized how daunting being a model could be!
But Lorata had never ever failed at anything she'd set her mind to doing, so she allowed the drone to beckon her back to the bin to fix up her outfit as best she could. The box itself had been decorated sometime since she'd last been here, and she'd let herself hope that meant the items within it might be a little more acceptable. That notion had flown out the window the moment she'd gotten a good look inside the thing. It was all exactly the junk as before. She let out a frustrated huff.
There had been a greenblood judge before, she couldn't recall the name, that had seemed to particularly like her outfit. She guessed most everyone had, since she'd been brought back and all, but maybe if she sorted through their criticism she could decide what to change. She considered with a hum, shifted to trying to recall what the yellowblood one had said. She couldn't seem to conjure up even a single word that one had said, though, so it probably hadn't been useful at all. Oh well, what else could she expect from that sort of woman?
The best bet seemed to be to go with what she had, but to enhance it somehow! Almost everything she was wearing was sort of old-looking, vintage she guessed, except for the sleek Hawaiian shirt she'd scrounged up. That was thus the weak link! She threw it in, dug around for some time, and eventually came away with one of those ridiculous Three WoofBeasts Howling shirts. It was very much not her style, but something about the faded quality of it seemed to match, so she pulled it on and turned to consider her reflection. Still as cute as ever, but that wouldn't change no matter what she was wearing.
With an approving nod to herself, a 'yes, this was as good as it was going to get from this place', she motioned to the drone that she was ready to go! Expression brightening into a cute and cheery smile, she stepped out onto the runway. She wasn't anymore used to the boots than she had been the last time, not really, but she thought she could handle putting just a little more bounce in her step. Not the most cutesy skip, but it was a close enough substitute. A quick glance around confirmed that no one had spontaneously copied her outfit, or seemed likely to distract or horrify her, so she kept on going with all confidence.
At the end of the runway, she twirled to show off her hoop skirt (the one aspect of the outfit she actually genuinely liked) and then took the risk of striking another ultimately adorable pose, throwing in a wink with a giggle. Then she turned with a toss of her curls to walk back. As she approached closer to backstage, she savored the giddy feeling that was rising up within her. That had gone so much better than before!
