Multiverse's Next Top Model: Hoodwinked!

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Stacy sends out the call for certain crew members to present themselves at the decks. Once they are all rounded up, they are presented with the following information before being shuffled off into a shuttle to the nearby plant.

Planet Designation: Exotic Location
Status: Terrestrial.
Non-sentient life: Wild flora and fauna has been all much eliminated by homo sapiens. Domesticated flora and fauna present in limited quantities.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens.
Water: 89.3% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like
Landscape: Dense cities on all land masses except 'photo shoot' regions.
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 89.6 kPa = 13 psi
Sky: Orange, with variable cloud cover.
Sun: A class G2V, white star.
Mission: Diplomatic mission with ruler Tyrant Banks for 'confidential, fierce information regarding the Ohm'.

The shuttle takes the scenic route, passing over cities filled with skyscrapers and billboards the size of small towns. Finally, it lands on the outskirts of one city, between the downtown and the beach. The shuttle docks, and the doors open to a room with black walls and a single flatscreen television at the far end. No doors are in sight.

On the television, a black and white PowerPoint seems to have been set up. It reads:

TYRANTMAIL,

Your welcome gift will be a real heavenly surprise!

Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant

The message is accompanied by a jpeg of Tyrant Banks riding a motorcycle in the tundra while wearing a bikini. She looks incredibly fierce.

Comments

MINGLING

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[OOC: Your characters may talk amongst themselves! Please set up your own subthreads. There is no posting order.]

Re: MINGLING

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Speaking of fierce, Soren looks incredibly put off and surly. Which is to say he looks like his cheerful old self. The shuttle ride was uneventful, but that doesn't mean there won't be any ambushes.

Re: MINGLING

[theboywhodied]

Oh, a real mission already! Cedric had braced himself for a serious negotiation attempt. He'd paced the room, muttered spells, polished his wand, and focused on appearing presentable. Presentation mattered in diplomacy, didn't it? He didn't want to overdo it and appear intimidating, but confidence was key. And he could bring that to the table.

"...though I wonder," he said softly during the shuttle ride. "Do any of you know how information can be 'fierce'? That adjective just doesn't seem to belong."

Re: MINGLING

[crazypsychic]

While Sabrina had never been in an actual mission, she would try her hardest to be somewhat social for the sake of the mission. All she really knew was that this was a diplomatic mission for some information vital for defeating the Ohm.

"I will be ready for this mission."

[grimbiker]

Sirius tried not to drool.

"That is one nice bike." He said appreciatively.

Re: MINGLING

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut was lurking about with a small bag of candy left over from the party in the sensoriums and was munching away peacefully with a blissed out look on her face.

A Wild Tyrant Approaches!

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Suddenly, tacky techno music swells and the ceiling opens up. A gigantic, glittering chandelier descend from on high; atop it rides a tall woman dressed as either an angel or a gigantic tissue, but either way, she's rocking shoulderpads that go up past her ears. As the chandelier touches the floor, Tyrant Banks opens her ruffled arms wide.

"Visitors," she announces in a voice that is surprisingly sultry for being around five hundred decibels. "Your ship has sent plenty of you to compete. But she has to know that not everyone can be a top model. You have to have fire, pizazz, chutzpah, cajones, toochiness, fabulosity, pot ledom to really, really want it."

As Tyrant speaks, she gestures with her hands, but her head never seems to move. Her eyes settle on each of the crew members in a very unsettling way.

"And if you want to get close to me and my legacy, you need to show me that every day on the set. You need to want it. You need to want me and what I have to offer. And you'll need to fight for it." She makes a fist.

Dramatic pause. Pause. Continue.

"Congratulations. You are now in the running to becoming the Multiverse's Next Top Model."

[OOC: feel free to start subthreads and threadjack. I will continue to NPC Tyrant if your characters address her.]

Re: A Wild Tyrant Approaches!

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Model?" Soren looked somewhere between bewildered and insulted. "What does this have to do with the Ohm?"

THE HOUSE

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After Tyrant leaves, a horde of cameramen and mic operators usher the contestants off towards 'La Casa Smize', a gigantic mansion outfitted with a jacuzzi, spiral staircases, an enormous flatscreen TV, and more pictures of Tyrant than could fit in all the scrapbooks in a craftstore. From every corner framed pictures of Tyrant smile with their eyes at people; prints of Tyrant in pin-up poses cover the curtains and fabric of the furniture; a full-size wedding cake with a tiny Tyrant marrying a similarly-sized exclamation point is stuffed into the fridge, alongside some Diet Cola.

The contestants will soon find that the camera crew follows the contestants who talk the most about a) the contest and b) everything they dislike about other crew members. A few dropped hints from one of the microphone operators informs them that the more screentime they get, the more likely they are to win.

Also, there are only three beds and all the supplied shoes have eight-inch heels, even the ones for men. Have fun!

[OOC: Create your own subthreads and mingle, fight over bed, destroy the wedding cake, go wild! If you would like me to NPC a camera operator, put it in the heading of your tag. Please continue threading in the Wild Tyrant thread as well!]

Beds

[grimbiker]

"The right one is mine." And to reinforce his claim, Sirius leaped onto said bed. "Anyone who wants to share has to ask nicely. I also accept bribes and offers of firstborn children."

Jacuzzi

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren didn't need sleep, but he was interested in pumping the camera operators for information. And he was more than willing to complain about his fellow crew members if given the chance.

For now, however, he was settled in the water of the giant jacuzzi, long, dark hair clipped up neatly to avoid getting it wet. In one hand was a scrapbook filled with pictures of Tyrant, which he was examining for clues on how to win the upcoming competition.

Exploring the closet/talking to the camera (open)

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"... Basically, I'm going to win just to mess with their heads," Clef confessed to the camera, ending his two-minute diatribe about how all of the other contestants were insane. "Especially that redhead."

It was a great way to vent out his frustrations and the camera was loving it, following him around as he explored the mansion and everything in it. Right now he was exploring the closet, the inside door of which was dominated by a full-length mirror made completely useless by all of the pictures of Tyrant taped to it. Inside were some bizarre objects that Clef could only assume were clothing, though it was hard to say for sure.

"What are these?" he said, holding up a pair of tiny, white eight-inch heels. "Are these shoes?"

Receiving what was apparently an affirmation from a cameraman, he put those aside and reached in again. He soon returned with a (tiny, white) monstrosity of a cocktail dress involving strange crystalline growths. He held it up to his body to gauge the length, and then frowned expressively up at the camera for a second before looking down at the floor.

"I'm expecting it to be a hollow victory."

Raiding the Fridge

[punchedoutdestiny]

"...cake. Cake and ...whatever this is," Simon mumbled to himself, looking at the can. He frowned at it for a few moments before it dawned on him that he should use the tab to open it.

He sniffed the contents, then sipped it. He made a displeased face at the taste - or lack thereof - then looked a bit distraught. This is what they were supposed to subsist on?

Corridor/Makeshift catwalk (to the camera)

[gunspluscells.livejournal.com]

Aya was already testing out those eight inch heels. When was the last time she wore heels this high? Probably never. But she had resigned herself to trying to walk in them at the very least. They were free, right?

"Umm..." She was wobbling dangerously in the corridor, supporting herself against the wall. "Right, so. I can't run or shoot people in these shoes. They just don't work." And those pictures of Tyrant on the walls seemed to be watching and judging her clearly poor runway strut.

The...walk?

[theboywhodied]

Cedric had committed himself to figuring out this modeling business. He'd seen brief clips of modeling shows before, and Hogwarts girls had suggested that he look into it sometime, but he'd never actually given the idea serious consideration. Now was as good of a time as any!

He'd picked a reasonably sized room with furniture to navigate around and started practicing a walk in short stretches, quite a silly sight to walk in on. Turn on the heel or the ball of the foot? When to smile? He'd work it out.

It was dreadfully repetitive, and he definitely longed for some real exercise soon. After this, he was going for a run.

MAKE-OVERS

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The TV screen in the living room lights up. A message is displayed.

Tyrant Mail,

This week, you'll be living on the edge!

Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant

A camera member then informs the contestants that they are summoned, one by one, to appear before a panel of judges and receive their 'Ty-Overs'. In no particular order, contestants are led into a blank room where Tyrant sits upon a throne made of neon spandex and feathers.

At her side sit Monsieur Leo Talleyho, Jay Emmanuel and Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel Thornberry. Monsieur Leo is a rather large man who would look distinguished were he not wearing a fashion only describable as 'muumuu chic'; Jay Emmanuel is a silver-haired young man who is seemingly either without pores or made entirely out of plastic; and Nigel Thornberry, Noted Fashion Photographer, looks entirely displeased to be there.

A large projector sits in front of Tyrant. To the contestant's left, there is a small salon-style sink for hair and a cabinet filled with weaves. This cannot be a good sign.

[OOC: continue to thread in the house! These threads will be between characters and NPCs only.]

PUNCHY

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SOREN

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CEDRIC DIGGORY

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SIMON

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SPIDER-MAN

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ANGIE

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ASUKA

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CAZALI

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CLEF

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