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Multiverse's Next Top Model: And You're Gone

The television in La Casa Smize lights up.

Tyrantmail,

Now, you will meet with the judges. Two will continue on to become the Multiverse's Next Top Model.

Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant

The remaining contestants are ushered into the judging room, where the judges sit on their thrones made of sequins and houndstooth. Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel prods Talleyho with a stick to wake him up.

"This week you took a stand against commodifying women's bodies!" Tyrant says in a voice that just leaks self-importance. "But did you make art? Let's take a look at your best shots."

The screen behind the judges lights up with a photo of each pair of contestants as the judges deliver their assessment.

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"Yes, we made art," Clef said point-blank, scowling with his arms folded and his legs shoulder-width apart as though he intended to personally hold his ground against Hun-like armies of fashionistas. Art fucking happened. He was not going to allow this to even be a question, and you knew he was serious because today he was wearing pants.

"Whether or not it was photographed properly is another matter."

Like Clef, Sabrina was usually very serious. Today was no different. "I have to agree it likely wasn't photographed correctly. But I believe we made some good shots with what little time we had."

Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel looks like he's about to eat their heads at that comment. Tyrant herself smizes so hard it metamorphoses into a glare worth of every possible synonym for 'rage'. Talleyho fans himself a little, and Jay hides.

Tyrant rises up to the entirety of her leggy stature like Venus from the clamshell or Carrie from the pig's blood. "It was photographed improperly? How dare you, as models, say such a vulgar, blame-shifting thing! Once when I was a model, I had to be photographed with a Calecovision by a blind Tibetan monk! And you know what I did?"

She snarls, and it's revealed that her teeth are, in fact, fanged. "I worked it. And now you'll have to find other work, because if you can't make it work here, you can't make it work anywhere."

If Soren lost, he'd know exactly who to blame: Cedric, with his giant, gawky elbows and awkward poses. You'd think Cedric had never been dressed in a flesh-colored skinsuit and stuffed into a claw machine before. Pitiful.

He waited for the verdict with an expression of cool detachment.

Cedric looked...somewhat aloof. Definitely grumpy. That had been awkward, painful, and painfully awkward. Why had he had to suffer with such an insufferable person?

But maybe he'd snuck in a good shot or two anyway. There was always hope.

"You don't look like you're enjoying yourselves," Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel says with a yawn, torpedoing all Soren's chances of being the Multiverse's next...top...model. "In fact, you look a bit cramped."

"Looking cramped was part of the point!" Jay protests, but weakly. Even he can tell that neither model looks comfortable enough in the vending machine to bring the fierceness. Bring the pain, maybe - Soren's expression in the photo is one of I will murder you and your family - but it isn't very high-fashion.

"I'm disappointed in both of you," Tyrant says. "Soren, you started off so strong you brought back memories of my own troubled youth. And Cedric, your bone structure is something I'd like to chop up and sell on the black market as a cure for baby fat. But this..."

She waves a hand at the picture. "This is disappointing."

She gives Talleyho a prod, as he's fallen asleep again. He gives a grunt that sums up the picture in one word: 'beh'.

Not enjoying himself?! Of course Soren hadn't been enjoying himself!

In fact, Soren's expression now mirrored the one in his picture with incredible verisimilitude. He'd sabotaged Stephen's goggles and Punchy's heels. And yet somehow, he STILL hadn't become the Multiverse's

Next

Top

Model.

SOMEONE WAS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS.

Rachel folds her arms over her chest. Her expression is completely nonchalant. Certainly she doesn't care if she wins or not-- the entire thing is idiotic.

However, she might just be pissed at how much stupid crap she's gone through already just to lose.

Ruffnut however, was smiling pleasantly. She felt better after breaking some things and even more importantly, she felt like she'd done a really good job this go around.

"Magnifique!" Talleyho exclaims, waving his arms around so much the wings of his muumuu knock of Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel's toupee. "Look at this gorgeous photográphe! The blood, the spice, the rage...this is what fashion is all about!"

Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel doesn't even notice that he's been slapped in the face with fabric and is now missing his hair, leaving his head looking like the eraser nub of a pencil that's been worn far too down. He's too busy drooling. Jay leans over and wipes it away with a monogrammed kerchief.

"This is so modelesque," Tyrant says, eyes wide as dinner plates (and yet still smizing). "You made such creative use of your surroundings, and clearly the contrast of two weak little blonde girls in such action-style poses brings a fascinating juxtaposition to the piece. You both did excellently."

Rachel really has to stop herself from blowing her top at being called a 'weak little blonde girl.' The glare she gives is intense.

With a faint snarl, she tosses her hair and folds her arms over her chest. She'll hold back. Because damn right they did awesome (despite the insult that was not going to be easily forgotten).

Ruffnut felt mostly the same way, but her rage was suppressed by confusion at the big words that the judges had used. She was too hung up on them to understand the rest of the sentence so she kept quiet.

Stephen still looked rather ruffled. At this point he wasn't sure he gave a damn whether or not they let him stay.

He gave a token attempt to smile, at least, though there was a definite undercurrent of "fuck you" underneath all the shiny white teeth.

Asuka doesn't bother being polite. She gives the judges a glare that makes it clear she's going to hurt someone if given half the chance.

"I've, uh. I've never seen that before," Jay says, cross-eyed with confusion. "Asuka, you look violent but not fierce. I didn't think that was possible."

"I don't know. She looks a little constipated to me," Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel says.

Monsieur Leo Talleyho is hidden, quivering, in the great masses of his muumuu.

"I'm more disappointed in Stephen," Tyrant says. "Stephen, you have such a big personality that the box makes you look so cramped. It's as if you were being caged when you should be exploding."

And it is clearly Stephen's fault for being in the vending machine.

Tyrant continues. "It's an average photo. I expect better if you return for the finals."

Well, it had worked last time so he tried his charming smile on the judges once again. Although it would be a minor blessing if he were eliminated this round. ~~But he should totally win because he was the most fabulous of them all.~~

Angie was ignoring Sirius. Oh, it wasn't what he had said. She was ~~somewhat~~ not bothered by what had happened. The drama was necessary to get through, with any luck.

But in order to keep that drama going, she needed to act like she was angry with him. While still playing up to the judges. She flashed a smile to the judges, standing tall. If they were going to sack her, she'd go with a smile.

The judges are loath to give their commentary, because they know that, for the sake of appearances, they must chastise the two contestants for fighting and profanity. And yet. And yet.

And yet it gave them the highest ratings they've had in years.

Jay opens his mouth to gush about them, but Tyrant stops him with a swift 'zip it' motion from one hand.

"I am so..." Tyrant's mouth twists and twitches as she forces back the word pleased' and replaces it with, "disappointed in the two of you. Here you have one of the strongest pictures in the competition, and two of the strongest runway walks, and yet your personalities are so..."

Tyrant can't seem to bring herself to criticize their dramatics, so she just makes a strange little grunt noise and a face.

"Just go. Get out of my sight. It literally pains me to see how the mighty have fallen."

Tyrant stands in front of the judging panel with photographs in her hand. "I have two photos in my hands. These photos represent the contestants who will still be in the running towards becoming the Multiverse's Next Top Model. The photos I do not call must return to La Casa Smize, pack their belongings, and go home.

"The first name I am going to call is...Ruffnut."

She holds the photo out for the girl to collect.

Tyrant sighs. So much to address, and so little she wants to. And yet she does so love to hear herself talk.

"You all stand before me because you have, in some way, failed to be appropriately modelesque. You did not model H-to-T. Some of you were professional onset, but difficult to work with. Some of you didn't bring your personalities to the shoot and just looked cramped. And yet even more of you couldn't get past your discomfort to deliver a good photo.

"So who stays in this competition?"

Tyrant pauses for one second too long, and the hesitation turns from 'dramatic' to 'droning'.

"Rachel."

Despite the earlier insult, and the obvious reprimands in this little speech, Rachel looked smug. She tossed her hair over one shoulder, and stepped forward to take her photo with a smile. She cast a significant look back at the losers before moving to join Ruffnutt. Damn right she'd be continuing.

Ruffnut looked much less smug though and more baffled as she realized she was still in the game. Then excitement. More confusion and finally pride.

And she was with the girl from this last round whom she gave and grin to. "We're awesome."

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Multiverse's Next Top Model: And You're Gone

CLEF AND SABRINA

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SOREN AND CEDRIC

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RUFFNUT AND RACHEL

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STEPHEN AND ASUKA

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ANGIE AND SIRIUS

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