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driftfleet2015-02-08 07:13 am
showmeyourwreath) wrote in driftfleet2015-02-08 07:13 am
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002 ❀
Who: Flora
Broadcast: Her announcement is in audio, and only to the duckies. Chris can show up too.
Action: SS Wonderduck only!
When: Few hours before the interview
All crew members, this is your captain speaking. [In case they confuse her with another girl on the shi--oh wait, but that aside, there's something calmly professional about her tone.] Please report to quarters, immediately.
[When everyone gets there they'll find that all the beds are missing. Not shoved aside or put away somehow, just gone. The floor space is clear save for chairs and floor length mirrors, the kinds that are connected to one another so you can see from all angles. There is also a raised platform in front of them for better viewing.
There are hanging planters of flowers, as well as a potted plant in every corner, and what seems to be a small tree growing from the wall, but nevermind those. They're not going anywhere even after this if she has anything to say about it. Oops.
As for Flora, she has foregone her usual pink hoodie or general crew wear for a smart, deep purple vest over a three quarter blouse, a short skirt, and thigh high nylons. And, of course, some form of heels (classy pumps). There's a ribbon tied in a bow at her collar, and her hair has been pulled back into a severe and impossibly small bun with only her bangs left loose to frame her face. To top it off she's wearing fingerless gloves that reach past her wrists and sunglasses. She's going for librarian chic, but with a punkish flair. As always, her crescent earring is present, but much easier to see with her hair up.
Her standing posture is flawless. That in itself is not surprising, she's never been one for slouching; whenever she sits, more often than not it's like she's at high tea, but she's also the type who's content to lounge casually around, kicking her feet back and forth with a pillow underneath her elbows as she reads or does er nails. Flora is by turns well-mannered and casual, elegant, but always approachable. Today is different. She seems stiff, purposeful. It isn't hard to read her, usually, but her sunglasses make that difficult.
Still, her voice is calm as it often is.]
Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming. As you all know, we have interviews, tonight. From the start, much of our situation has been something of a competition; ratings, amiability, conflict, our value is measured in how much we can entertain our audience, and we can only expect that tonight's proceedings will be no exception. Now, all of you have your own charms, so I'm not concerned about that very much, but Diamond did say we must look our best, and as of this moment, we don't. [There's a bit of bite by the end there, and she lets it hang a moment as though to say being absolutely less than perfect is unacceptable--and it is, tonight--but she breaks into a grin, and when she lowers her sunglasses, there's a glint in her eye that's almost dangerous.]
Yet.
[She makes an open gesture with her hands.] A great look can be incredibly powerful, and may just do most of the work for you. Fashion, [she starts, giving the word the weight and careful attention it deserves] is all about self-expression, but there's an infinitely nuanced art to it, and with the right choices, and, of course, attitude, you can get people to think what you want them to.
That's where I come in. [Flora raises her hands to either side of her head snaps her fingers. Something like wind blows past her and she flashes gold. When the light's gone, she's wearing a flirty cocktail dress and heels that look like they could have military applications. She rests a hand on her hip and gestures with the other, and then she's wearing a simple, but flowing pale dress and a flower in her now loose hair. She curtsies with the grace of a princess, with a gentle smile to match. She glows again, and she's back to the outfit she started with.]
I can't conjure many things any more, but I can still change them, so I'll be your tailor and designer this evening, but I am open to suggestions. [She dips her head, like the pleasure's all hers. Because it is and she intends to have fun with this.
She raises a pointed finger before she starts speaking again.] If nothing else, we will be the best looking crew in the fleet. I am a fairy; we value grace and elegance. [--also kindness, but she's shelving that, tonight. She'll smile kindly for all the losers that they're all going to crush under her designer heel.] I won't count on being the only one with powers like these, but all the same, I refuse to lose, especially where fashion is concerned. The other crews won't know what hit them. [She hits a fist into an open palm with a determined smile before gesturing to her crew, her diamonds in the rough awaiting polish from her knowing and capable hands.
Time to work her magic.]
Now, let's get started, shall we?
[ooc: you guys can absolutely mingle amongst yourselves, just put something in the header if you mean to have flora reply to you. /o/]
Broadcast: Her announcement is in audio, and only to the duckies. Chris can show up too.
Action: SS Wonderduck only!
When: Few hours before the interview
All crew members, this is your captain speaking. [In case they confuse her with another girl on the shi--oh wait, but that aside, there's something calmly professional about her tone.] Please report to quarters, immediately.
[When everyone gets there they'll find that all the beds are missing. Not shoved aside or put away somehow, just gone. The floor space is clear save for chairs and floor length mirrors, the kinds that are connected to one another so you can see from all angles. There is also a raised platform in front of them for better viewing.
There are hanging planters of flowers, as well as a potted plant in every corner, and what seems to be a small tree growing from the wall, but nevermind those. They're not going anywhere even after this if she has anything to say about it. Oops.
As for Flora, she has foregone her usual pink hoodie or general crew wear for a smart, deep purple vest over a three quarter blouse, a short skirt, and thigh high nylons. And, of course, some form of heels (classy pumps). There's a ribbon tied in a bow at her collar, and her hair has been pulled back into a severe and impossibly small bun with only her bangs left loose to frame her face. To top it off she's wearing fingerless gloves that reach past her wrists and sunglasses. She's going for librarian chic, but with a punkish flair. As always, her crescent earring is present, but much easier to see with her hair up.
Her standing posture is flawless. That in itself is not surprising, she's never been one for slouching; whenever she sits, more often than not it's like she's at high tea, but she's also the type who's content to lounge casually around, kicking her feet back and forth with a pillow underneath her elbows as she reads or does er nails. Flora is by turns well-mannered and casual, elegant, but always approachable. Today is different. She seems stiff, purposeful. It isn't hard to read her, usually, but her sunglasses make that difficult.
Still, her voice is calm as it often is.]
Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming. As you all know, we have interviews, tonight. From the start, much of our situation has been something of a competition; ratings, amiability, conflict, our value is measured in how much we can entertain our audience, and we can only expect that tonight's proceedings will be no exception. Now, all of you have your own charms, so I'm not concerned about that very much, but Diamond did say we must look our best, and as of this moment, we don't. [There's a bit of bite by the end there, and she lets it hang a moment as though to say being absolutely less than perfect is unacceptable--and it is, tonight--but she breaks into a grin, and when she lowers her sunglasses, there's a glint in her eye that's almost dangerous.]
Yet.
[She makes an open gesture with her hands.] A great look can be incredibly powerful, and may just do most of the work for you. Fashion, [she starts, giving the word the weight and careful attention it deserves] is all about self-expression, but there's an infinitely nuanced art to it, and with the right choices, and, of course, attitude, you can get people to think what you want them to.
That's where I come in. [Flora raises her hands to either side of her head snaps her fingers. Something like wind blows past her and she flashes gold. When the light's gone, she's wearing a flirty cocktail dress and heels that look like they could have military applications. She rests a hand on her hip and gestures with the other, and then she's wearing a simple, but flowing pale dress and a flower in her now loose hair. She curtsies with the grace of a princess, with a gentle smile to match. She glows again, and she's back to the outfit she started with.]
I can't conjure many things any more, but I can still change them, so I'll be your tailor and designer this evening, but I am open to suggestions. [She dips her head, like the pleasure's all hers. Because it is and she intends to have fun with this.
She raises a pointed finger before she starts speaking again.] If nothing else, we will be the best looking crew in the fleet. I am a fairy; we value grace and elegance. [--also kindness, but she's shelving that, tonight. She'll smile kindly for all the losers that they're all going to crush under her designer heel.] I won't count on being the only one with powers like these, but all the same, I refuse to lose, especially where fashion is concerned. The other crews won't know what hit them. [She hits a fist into an open palm with a determined smile before gesturing to her crew, her diamonds in the rough awaiting polish from her knowing and capable hands.
Time to work her magic.]
Now, let's get started, shall we?
[ooc: you guys can absolutely mingle amongst yourselves, just put something in the header if you mean to have flora reply to you. /o/]
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...can I get a pass on this?
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[No escape, Cole.]
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[She's curious, but ultimately uncaring because boi u are gonna do the thing.]</small.
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I was just thinking that your attentions would be better focused on one of the others since I don't need as much work done to make myself presentable.
[translation: why pretty him up when you've got Lloyd. or possibly Chris showing up.
...I am so sorry children, both adopted and biological.]
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[NO ESCAPE, COLE. Or lloyd. Or Chris, if he shows up.]
Now then, lets talk colours. What do you like, actually?
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For this form? Warm colors, but nothing too bright. It washes out my skin too badly. For my demon form, I stick to black because it's harder to work around bright red skin.