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!"

Comments

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"Save your anger for someone else, it's not like I asked for this!" Stephen snarled. No, he wasn't even about to look over his shoulder back at Asuka. He was juuust going to stay pressed up against the glass, as if he were some wild-eyed reptile in a zoo, trying to get out of the solid air somehow.

He thanked whatever gods looked over his family that he had good dexterity, and jerked his head away from Asuka's hand with a grunt.

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

"You think I did?" Asuka shrieks, face pressed against the glass. She hates this. She hates Tyrant. She hates this entire stupid trip and she can't wait to get back to the ship.

There's something she never thought she'd want.

"This is terrible!"

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"About as much as I did," Stephen deadpanned. And then, he bellowed in rage. Why? Because he just got the claw machine where the sun don't shine.

Who the hell was running this thing anyway?

"We are never gonna live this down, are we? I won't talk about it if you won't. Vow of silence. Totally."

He's still trying to shove the claw away from his posterior. You know, without shoving it so hard that he inflicts something worse on Asuka.

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

"No one is going to talk about it, because I'm going to murder the whole photography crew!"

That might be a bit extreme, but she certainly looks like she means it. She slams a foot into the glass and tries to avoid the incoming claw.

Seriously, worst day ever.