Multiverse's Next Top Model: If You Can Afford Me

[cityship]

The TV screen in La Casa Smize lights up again.

Tyrantmail,

You can't buy class, but you can buy soda!

Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant

The remaining contestants are hustled away to their first photoshoot. The set, unfortunately, has no beautiful backdrops or glamorous outfits for the contestants to wear. Instead, it is a dingy store-room with an empty claw machine. A few stylists mill about, carrying nude-colored spandex bodysuits and setting up the mirrors for the contestants.

Jay Emmanuel rushes up to greet the contestants. "Hello, models! Today we're going to be protesting the commodification of women's bodies by presenting you all as naked and for purchase in a giant claw machine! Now, I know this is your first photoshoot, but it's going to be very. Tricky. Because. It's going to be a group photoshoot! Which means that you're going to be in groups of two, stuffed into that vending machine and doing as many different poses as you can!"

Jay does not seem even slightly aware of the irony of this photoshoot.

"Alright, models, get to work!"

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BACKSTAGE

[cityship]

[OOC: go forth and mingle!]

[theboywhodied]

Once dressed, he finds himself attended by a stylist applying blending makeup at the edges of his bodysuit. Oh, he was going to loathe the entire contest if these pictures found their way back to the ship.

"I certainly feel commodified," he grumbled as they all shuffled about.

[grimbiker]

"Splendid. Let's feed the self esteem issues of young girls and act like we're working to combat it at the same time." Sirius said too brightly. "And what, the men have to do this so we can learn how it feels?"

Normally he wasn't one to complain about showing off his body, which was why he was still here, but this was a little much.

[theboywhodied]

"That sounds about right," Cedric nodded, unable to avoid wrinkling his nose at his reflection. He looked almost alien, with this naked appearance and only a line of thick eyebrow hair.

"We're supposed to be exceptionally attractive, it's not helping. Well...maybe our makeovers balanced it out," he thought. He wasn't quite so attractive anymore.

[grimbiker]

"Speak for yourself. I still look fabulous even in a chicken suit." It was unclear how much of that was a joke.

Although Sirius had managed to escape the makeover with his hair intact.

Re: BACKSTAGE

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut tugged at her skinsuit uncomfortably and looked at herself in the mirror, psyching herself up again.

"Alright you almost blew it last round, let's not do that again!" She ordered herself. "Alot of people are counting on this." Forgetting that even if she lost someone from the crew would win. This contest had taken on a whole new level of meaning for her. Once again her hair was free of it's braids and styled in a luxurious sort of way.

"Are you a woman or aren't you?" That seemed to be the question of the day.

Re: BACKSTAGE

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"Isn't this supposed to be blue?" Stephen asked plaintively. They'd been herded off, and the spandex suit he had now was definitely not the color he was now.

Stephen was torn between "Not minding" and "wondering how this was going to work". He had, at least, started to disrobe so he could get into the suit.

Part of him expected to just be made up everywhere exposed. Somehow, that wouldn't surprise him in the least.

Re: BACKSTAGE

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"Someone didn't think this through completely," Clef said, tilting his head as he regarded Stephen's suit. He had already changed and was curled up on a bench somewhat bashfully.

"None of this makes sense - I got in trouble for nudity on the runway, and now they're encouraging it?"

Re: BACKSTAGE

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"Apparently, faux nudity is all right, since we're actually covered," Stephen said, grimacing at his outfit. "It's the illusion, that they let the audience's filthy little minds fill in. Yours was the real thing, so of course someone had to throw a fit about it."

The Etherite shrugged. "It didn't make sense where I came from either, if it helps any."

Which it probably didn't.

PHOTOSHOOT

[cityship]

The pairs of models are crammed into the vending machine. Good luck trying to pose!

[OOC: thread with your partner. The NPC Jay will occasionally chime in. Have fun with this! Feel free to have your character pitch a fit, kick their partner out of the vending machine, set the vending machine on fire, or do whatever!]

SOREN AND CEDRIC

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[theboywhodied]

One look at Soren told Cedric that he should be afraid. He should be very afraid.

But he wouldn't let that show. With the extremely small space, he'd most likely be putting on pained expressions---perfect for the theme of the photoshoot.

As they were stuffed inside, he shifted into position, pressed up toward the top of the machine. "All right?"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Hardly," Soren said frostily, looking at Cedric as he might a particularly unpleasant new species of insect. Then he looked dubiously up at the claw.

Whatever. He was going to win this competition if he had to shank someone for it. Which he would know how to do if he'd trained in knives instead of staves, but that was beside the point.

"Move over, you're crowding me."

CLEF AND SABRINA

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Re: CLEF AND SABRINA

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Prior to this mission, Clef would have claimed that he had no artistic talent. He could write and draw well, but that wasn't the same as being able to write poetry or make art. This mission, however, was proving to be a wonderful outlet for his latent creativity, which conveniently revolved entirely around wearing ridiculous makeup and clothing and doing things that make no sense. There was plenty of room in his artistic vision for posing naked in a claw machine with a complete stranger, so long as this complete stranger didn't try to ruin the creative process by doing things like demanding personal space or adhering to the laws of physics.

At least, that was what one would think if one saw him right now. That, or one might assume that he was playing The Floor Is Lava with extended rules: Not only was the floor of the claw machine made out of lava, but lava was now a contagious disease that could infect people who were touching the floor. The end result was that his feet were on one wall, his back pressed against another, and he was fighting against the lack of friction on the glass by gripping the claw device with his teeth. The wide-eyed expression on his face seemed to say, "I might die in here!"

This. Was Art.

Re: CLEF AND SABRINA

[crazypsychic]

"This is something different, I suppose." Sabrina muttered under her breath with all the dignity she could muster. The nakedness didn't bother her at all, it was the being stuffed like a toy doll that made her apprehensive about the whole thing. But still she forced a small smile and chuckled. This gave way to bad memories, and she would not fall to them.

RUFFNUT AND RACHEL

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Re: RUFFNUT AND RACHEL

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

"Watch it." Ruffnut grunted being crammed into the tight place with the girl she was only sort of familiar with. She was all knees and elbows and arms and legs really and that wasn't making anything easy on either of them. Plus now that her hair wasn't in braids it was like there was more of it.

And the skin tight outfits brushing against one another didn't help. Ruff's face flushed just slightly as she became very aware that Rachel was more developed then she was.

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel glared slightly at the warning, out of habit if nothing else, as she was shoved into machine along with Ruffnut. The Viking girl seemed pretty cool, yes, but that didn't mean Rachel wanted to be shoved into a vending machine with her. Even if she could kind of agree with the intended message (irony and/or hypocrisy aside).

She rolled her eyes when she saw the blush, and said, "It's not that different from the plantsuit, you know." Other than, you know. It looking kind of like they were naked. But that was no big deal. Right.

She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. Which wasn't happening.

But slowly, a sly smile grew on her face. "So. If we're protesting being commodities-- breaking the machine to escape seems like a pretty good metaphor, right?"

ANGIE AND SIRIUS

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[grimbiker]

The chicken suit walk and resulting fight had been amusing, degrading too but mostly amusing but Sirius could think of no way to turn this to his advantage. For starters, he kept mistaking Angie for actually being naked whenever she was in his peripheral vision, and that made him all kinds of uncomfortable. And for another, his body suit was the wrong shade.

"Think they want a few raunchy poses?" Sirius asked Angie. He wanted to win but there were some lines he simply wouldn't cross... at least not without a good deal of complaining.

[re-engineer.livejournal.com]

For being naked, Angie certainly felt constrained. "Gee, if they wanted naked, I could have done that for them," she muttered to the guy, then sighed. "No, raunchy is probably a bad idea. I got accused of 'hoochieing it up' last time." She gave him a grin. "Not that I'd normally mind, mind you."

She looked at herself, then at Sirius. "I'm not entirely clear on what they WANT."

STEPHEN AND ASUKA

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[sonofether.livejournal.com]

This was not what he'd expected. That was putting it mildly. For a moment, Stephen was definitely glad that his shoulders were not broader than they were. He might actually be able to wiggle around in here a bit.

And then he saw who else was going to end up in there with him, and assumed something of a glassy eyed stare at that.

He just tried to squish against one side of the glass without smearing his makeup.

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

"I am going to murder her before this is over," ASuka hissed through her teeth as she tried to avoid touching Stephen too much. The flesh-toned suit was bad enough (but at least she was small and flexible). She pressed against the opposite wall, her other hand somewhere in the vicinity of Stephen's face.

"I swear, if you so much as look at me...!"

She will murder you.