The Mighty Pen Fashion Show!

[Merelas]

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly introduce to you the Pen Fashion Display! Here today we have several outfits available for your purchase! Any and all proceeds will go to The Mighty Pen Keep Renovation Fund. Aaaaand now, for your viewing pleasure, the daywear collection!” The announcer boomed over the croud in a magically enhanced voice.

 

“Introducing the saddened spellsinger herself, Alaeha! Alaeha sports a great navy tunic and matching trousers!”

 

Alaeha smiled as she strode confidently down the runway, her model’s strut subtle but still noticeable. Her boots, a very pale tan that was almost off-white, which matched the bag she carried. A loop that formed the drawstring for the pouch, and it curled around her wrist nicely. She reached the end of the runway (which ended in a broad circle,), she strode around the edge of the circle, paused in the middle for a moment, and turned to move again backstage.

 

Appy entered, and smiled at Alaeha as she walked by her. Appy’s most noticible attribute was her long, flowing golden hair, thick and curly. It was an amber mass as it flowed down her back. She wore a charming small loose green dress that made her look cutely childlike. She smiled charmingly at the crowd, as the announcer told everyone what was already obvious about her outfit.

 

“And taking Appy’s place on the stage, we have our very own Elwen! She’s sporting a very elegant though functional white floor-length daydress that is quite charming on her, if I do say so myself!”

 

He was, of course, correct. Elwen took the stage, moving slowly. Her dress flowed over her shoulders and down her torso, narrowing at her waist and flowing around her feet at the floor. It swished and flowed as she moved, and it was almost wispy in color. She fairly floated down the runway, posed for a moment, and then left the stage.

 

“And next, in our ‘shady detective’ style, we have our very own Katzaniel!” And the tigertaur took the stage, padding down the catwalk in a trenchcoat, fedora, and holding a smoldering cigarette. The coat was a sable-brown, and she had her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she gazed around the room, playing up the part. As she got to the circle platform, She nodded knowingly, then pulled a pair of large sunglasses out of one of the coat pockets, and put them on. With one more superior nod, she turned around and padded off the stage.

 

Salinye entered after her then, showing off a pretty blue gown. The announcer directed the attention of the audience to the color, the fabric, and the cut of the piece, and all were entertained with applause from the audience. Salinye’s long blonde hair had been done up in a flawless bun, except for a lock on each side of her face, as well as one stubborn strand that kept seeming to slip out no matter how hard the hairdressers had tried to maintain it.

 

The gown nearly reached the floor, but not quite. It flowed outward from her hips in a bell-shape, and her blue high-heeled slippers were slightly visible under the hem with each step. She also carried a satchel made of blue cloth, but slightly lighter than her dress. For jewelry, she was adorned with a simple heart-shaped locket, and gold ear-rings.

 

As she reached the end of the runway, she gave her characteristic blush, before turning stylishly on her heel and retreating backstage to get changed. As Salinye departed, she threw a smile at the next person to step onto the stage.

 

“And our next model is none other then Gyrfalcon No’Dessu, modeling the latest in ranger fashion!” the announcer said as Gyrfalcon walked down the runway slowly, cloak thrown back over his shoulders so that his clothing could be seen clearly, brown pants with large pockets in convenient locations, and a simple dark green shirt.

 

“Rugged, durable, and coming in a variety of natural colors, you too can walk the forest in comfort and style! Notice the double-stitching on the seams and the soft leather of the pants, insuring a long lifespan in your wardrobe. The soft wool shirt is lightly enchanted to help resist the wear and tear of the forests as well!” Gyrfalcon shrugged the cloak forward, wrapping it around himself as he turned and walked back up the walkway. “To complete the assemble, a sturdy, waterproof cloak adds that final touch while also keeping the rain away from your fine clothes, truly a necessity good folks!”

 

Yui Temae took the runway, in her outfit for the daywear collection.

 

“That’s right folks, you too can now be seen just as the Mistress of Shadows is, by ordering a custom-tailored longvest available in three colors—Black, Midnight Blue, or White!”

 

As the announcer called out the description of Yui’s clothing, she walked to the end of the runway, posed, then spun in a pair of white breeches and a matching tunic with a dark blue overgarment. This overgarment was sleeveless, and hung from her shoulders down to the middle of her calves. There were four slits in the piece, one in the center of the front, one in the center of the back, and one on each side.

 

“Both the black and the midnight blue are embroidered with silver vines that scrawl along the seams of the vest with Victorian Ivy leaves attached. The White version of this classy longvest is also embroidered, but the stitching is black instead of silver!” he continued.

 

“But wait! If you order now, we’ll also provide the durable breeches and tunic which Yui is currently sporting. For a small increase in price you get not one but three pieces of this classy outfit!”

 

At these words, Yui turned, and walked back to the end of the runway and turned right, to put on her elegant item.

 

Following her out onto the stage was Aegon, and as he took the runway there were both cheers of approval (mostly from Tzimfemme and Scarlett O’Harpy), and jeers of disgust that any man alive would be seen in such a thing (mostly from the rest of the crowd). Aegon was wearing exactly one piece of clothing—a Speedo.

 

“Yes, folks, that’s right, you too can be this fashionable when you go for a swim in the lake wearing one of these absolutely wonderful swimming suits that we’ve imported from another realm! Aegon is styling the version we like to call “Purple Passions,” but don’t worry, if violet isn’t your color we’ve got many more! Thanks for showing it off for us, Aegon!”

 

And at that, the man followed his wife off the circular end to the runway, and someone in the crowd shouted, “Take it off, Aeg!” Thankfully, he didn’t.

 

Just as he left view, Tanuchan came onstage wearing a light blue skirt made of silk, patterned with white lilies. It came down barely below her knees, and she walked slowly and shyly. Her hair fell down below her shoulder blades, raven black and swaying a little as she moved. She wore a white blouse with the skirt which matched perfectly the cream-white of the lilies on her skirt.

 

As she reached the end of the runway, she took a practiced turn, and her skirt (which, upon closer examination, hung lower on the right side than the left because of the style) twirled out a little bit. She gave one last nervous smile, before turning and walking off the platform.

“And now, for those of you who are in the market for some of those unmentionables, Guido and Nuncio are here to model our collection for you, on behalf of the great Elrond Peredhil himself. The two were happy to volunteer after some... coercion on the part of Elladan, and we present them to you now!”

 

The two mentioned stepped out onto the platform, both wearing toothy, embarrassed smiles and various forms of lingerie. Guido sported a pair of lacey underwear, as well as a leather bra which did an excellent job at “lifting and separating”. Nuncio, on the other hand, was more lucky. He was at least allowed to wear boxer-shorts and a white undershirt. The giant guinea pigs smiled nervously as they gallomphed down the catwalk, stopped for a moment, then fairly ran backstage again.

 

The announcer lost no time in introducing the next models.”Please help me welcome the Master of Time himself, Xaious! Accompanied not by one but two ladies! Twin sisters Shadows and PS! What a way to accessorize!” The crowd applauded as Xaious stepped onto the runway a girl on each arm. Shadows on the Left in a flirty Black circle skirt, a red and black flower print top, and red heels, her long brown hair flowed loosely down her back in waves. PS on the right was wearing black jeans, a red tank top and red walking boots with her hair in a long braid. The light hits them as they walk out onto the stage.

 

Xaious, in the middle, was dressed in all black. His pants were somewhat loose and baggy, trailing on the ground, PS leaned heavily against him so as to know where she is going and Shadows had her arm lightly wrapped around his.

 

“His pants aren’t just for show, Ladies and Gentlemen! Look closely and you will see a dozen or so pockets on those breeches!”

 

Xaious’ shirt was short-sleeved red and black and matched flawlessly with his pants. It created an almost seamless look, with the shirt blending in well. On his feet, he wore combat boots that clicked softly as he trod the platform, turned and posed, and then retired backstage as well.

 

Ayshela followed them, and she wore breeches that were nearly skin tight and mainly green, but with several brown (there could be no other word) splotches. This was in order to camouflage herself should the need arise, in any kind of greenery. Her top was slightly looser fitting—a pullover shirt, of the same green shades and with less of the brown influence.

 

But the most noticeable item was her cloak. It draped over her shoulders and flowed down her back to reach her mid-calf. There were the same green and brown patterns facing out, in order to hide should the need arise.

 

“And here we have the Lady Ayshela of The Mighty Pen, in her camouflage outfit! And, in case you’re more of a city-dweller, the cloak is reversible! See as the model demonstrates the quick-switching action in this magnificent piece!”

 

Ayshela undid the latch at her throat quickly and rapidly flipped the cloak around, throwing her hood up as she did so, and re-latching it. She crouched swiftly, and she nearly disappeared as the stone-colored garment surrounded her and blended into the walls.

 

“Simply magnificent!” the announcer wheezed, out of breath, as she rose and departed the stage.

 

As Ayshela left the stage, the announcer boomed louder than usual. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and please give all of our daywear models a huge hand of applause!” There was a roar of approval from the spectators, and soon they were interrupted by his voice yet again. “And now, for the first outfits of our Formalwear Selections!”

 

Yui returned, this time accompanied by her husband Aegon. The crowd held their collective breath for a moment. Aegon preceded Yui, dressed in a black formal robe which matched perfectly his wife’s outfit.At his waist, he wore a silver sash which gathered the robe in and allowed it to flow down about his feet at the floor. On his wrists, he wore twin bracelets that shone silver, accenting the sash he wore.

 

The robe had a low-necked cut, and underneath the black robe he wore a shirt that was a grey that almost matched the silver of his sash and bracelets, and a lacey collar looked less than comfortable snug up against his neck. As he reached the circular end to the runway,

 

Their own huntress was stunning. Her gown was floor-length, and swept flawlessly along as she walked. There was a small slit up her right leg, and she displayed shoes that matched her dress through this opening.

 

But that dress. It was magnificent, and no one had ever seen anything like it. It was black, and jeweled with diamonds that shone like hundreds of stars scattered across the material in the spotlight. The gown made a “v” from her shoulders down to just above her bosom—provocative, yet modest in some manner that no one quite understood. From there, it flowed down and hugged the huntress’ waist, before flowing out again to sweep along the floor behind her.

 

At her neck, Yui wore a silver chain that drew down into a single, large diamond. The announcer went wild, nearly screaming his approval at the dress, but no one was listening—their attention was on Yui, and only Yui.

 

As she came down to the circle which made the end of the runway, she spun, and her hair swished as she did so. It had been parted so that there was a golden swath that trailed down her back. This part had been curled, and were formed into tubes as they cascaded over the black evening gown. On the back of her head, the dresser had drawn the rest back into a messy bun, which seemed common, yet beautiful all the same. As the pair finally turned to exit the stage, the crowd cheered, eager to see what was coming next.

 

“Returning in splendor reminiscint of another plane, we have the everyone’s favorite guinea pigs, Guido and Nuncio! Each of them sports a black-and-white patterned suit with matching fedora, showcane, and trombone case! Let’s have a round of applause for our only entirely-non human presenters!” The two bodyguards of Elrond wore the same nervous smile as the walked down the platform, and finally backstage again.

 

Gyrfalcon entered on the heels of Guido and Nuncio, his own eveningwear providing an contrast to their formal clothing. The half-elf was dressed simply in black pants and a pure white shirt with golden embroidery around the collar and cuffs as well as curling around the buttons down the front. A red sash was wrapped around his waist, adding a splash of color to the starkness of the black and white outfit.

 

“And let us welcome back Gyrfalcon, this time modeling a wonderful outfit for semi-formal occasions! If you look closely, you can see the fine material and fine embroidery that went into his outfit. The trim forms a patter of roses and vines, definitely appropriate for a ranger. In addition, this costume easily transitions to a formal dinner by simply adding a black coat. Truly a wonderful costume!”

 

Gyrfalcon smiled slightly at the scattered applause he received before sweeping off stage once more.

 

“And now, please help me welcome back Xaious, with his lovely escorts!’ Xaious stepped onstage, and paused at the entrance as the announcer described his attire. “Xaious is wearing a stylish navy-blue pinstripe, three-piece suit with a white shirt and black tie underneath the vest and jacket. For footwear, he couples a pear of polished combat boots that shine and enhance the look. ”

 

Shadows and PS step out and join him, one on each arm. “Get a load of those ladies folks! PS is wearing a stunning brocaded corset in beige with loose tan pants and a matching fitted trench coat. For shoes she has a pair of lovely beige sandals. On Shadows we have a berry colored corset with a floor-length shirt in a slightly lighter hue and strappy berry heels.” The three walk the runway and struck a pose, PS almost loosing her balance due to sudden lack of support, but Xaious catches her before she falls and they walk back up the runway.

 

Alaeha stepped onto the stage as they stepped off, wearing an attractive blue gown that flowed over one shoulder and down nearly to the floor. Blue sequins sparkled in the spotlight as she made her way down the catwalk. The hem was diagonally cut from her mid-thigh down to the ankle of the other leg, and the slit revealed a pair of blue glass slippers that clicked with every step. She had a blue satchel that matched her gown and slippers. Her hair shimmered and swayed as she stepped down the stage, before turning and sidling off again.

 

Tanuchan took Alaeha’s place, striding out onto the runway far more confidently than she had the first time. She wore a sea-green cocktail dress that hemmed across her knees and had a strapless neckline just at the top of her chest. The fabric was of silk and it swirled with different shades of green in different places. Her feet were enclosed in green slippers, and as she crossed the stage people took note of the small, modest necklace that had a single emerald in a classy setting. Tanuchan smiled far less nervously this time as she reached the circle, striking a couple poses before she strode off the stage.

 

Ayshela was next to enter, and the announcer commented on her dress. It was a deep crimson, modestly cut, and nearly floor length. Anyone looking closely would have noticed a slight bulge in the thigh region on both sides of the dress--it was obvious that she was wearing her knives in their sheathes under the gown. Her hair was amazingly done, curled and let down in a showy fashion that was extremely becoming on Ayshela.

 

Her accessories included a purse that she wore over her shoulder. The straps were somewhat long, allowing her to rest the actual bag on her hip where it blended in nicely with the fabric of her gown. Her shoes were matching as well, the same deep mahogany of the other two pieces. Finally, a choker at her neck completed the outfit, as the announcer informed the crowd.

 

“And here we have a wedding gown formal, modeled for us by Katzaniel! The white chiffon is heavily embroidered with roses in white thread, representing the white rose and purity. The exquisite train and flowing skirts are trademark of this type of gown, and are done perfectly in this piece. Katzaniel is wearing a small, round cap that is connected to a veil that contains several miniature pearls in the design.

 

“Add a bouquet of white roses, greenery, and baby’s breath. And for clients who may need them, the fashion company is prepared to add a pair of white slippers to the set. Ladies, if you’re ready to tie the knot, this gown is simply divine! Startle your guests with the beauty of your outfit and your self! Custom tailoring available, offer void where prohibited.” This last part was said so quickly that few picked it up--it was a voice that Wyvern would have been proud of.

 

As she left, Appy stepped out, in a gown that made her look far more sophisticated than her green dress had. This one was a shade between gold and bronze, glittering with gold thread at the seams. The straps were an inch or two wide, and they narrowed down to form the skirt at the small of her back. The neckline was curved, but stopped modestly high above her chest.

 

But even more prominent than the dress was her jewelry. She wore a necklace of a gold chain that was set with several diamonds and rubies in an astounding sight. A solid gold bracelet gleamed from her left wrist, and a ruby ring adorned her right hand. The “crowning” piece, however, was a golden circlet that crowned her (although less metalic) no less golden hair, which was still flowing down her back. Several women from the crowd were seen to be pointing at the circlet, bracelet, and necklace desirably from the crowd, and a huge cheer rose up as she departed from the catwalk.

 

Meeting their cheers was yet another amazing sight. Salinye Celestialgrace stepped onto stage, and a hush fell over the crowd. Her gown was absolutely breathtaking. It was a pure white, nearly diamondlike silk of the finest quality. It was strapless, and fit her torso well before fanning out in a layered skirt about her legs... but that wasn’t the beautiful part.

 

Shimmering on the fabric were millions of tiny, ice-blue snowflakes that slowly made their way down the fabric to the floor at her feet, where they dissolved. Her shoes were a pale, pale blue that was somewhere in between the color of the snowflakes and the white of the dress. At her throat, she wore a string of pearls that were nearly identical to the white of her dress.

 

As she reached the platform at the end of the catwalk, she paused for a moment longer than in her previous piece. The crowd watched the snowflakes sift down the silk and dissolve on the lfoor for a moment. Even the announcer was silent as Salinye turned around and swept gracefully from the runway.

 

After another moment of silence, the announcer sputtered to life, calling for a round of applause from the rest of the spectators for the willingness of the models to donate their time (and in some cases, become embarrassed), and congratulate everyone on a successful fashion show.

 

OOC:

 

*Uses a hypnotizing voice* This is not a week late... this is not a week late... this is on time... this is on time...

 

Ok, I would like to apologize for the actual lateness of this post... work attempted an assassination on my life, and nearly succeeded, and I’m not looking forward to going back again tomorrow. This was actually finished on the evening of the 20th, I just ran out of gas before I could post it that night. I also wanted to have a run-through of it while I was awake to make sure it was at least somewhat coherent.

 

On another note, to the participants: If you didn’t get your participation in because you were writing it yourself and you didn’t send it to me, you can still be in it. If you PM it to me sometime soon I will edit the post to include your participation. Please use characteristics similar to what I have done with the above when writing your participation.

 

I sent out a couple PM’s last night and this morning to explain special circumstances to some people who wanted to be in it but weren’t entirely in it or weren’t in it at all. Those people (I hope) understand, and may complete (or begin) their participation, if they wish.

 

If I wrote you something and you are absolutely outraged because I didn’t give you enough exposure or I gave you too much or I misrepresented your character, send me an angry PM and I will edit it according to your wishes also. Also, if you said that you were going to give me more information and then you didn’t, I went with what I had on your character. I apologize in advance (a phrase I’ve been coining quite often lately), to any hard feelings that people may harbor against me. I tried to make each of the formals strikingly beautiful in their own ways, and I apologize if your own way wasn’t quite what you had in mind.

 

If this was redundant, it’s because I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to incorporate around 10 participants twice. I used as many different words for catwalk, stage, platform, runway, and that as I could... I tried to shake it up a little with the announcer thingy, but that might have failed miserably as well. Overall, I wanted the emphasis to be the descriptive abilities that I used in the clothing of people, which always seems to be overlooked somehow. Any comments or critique may be posted on this thread, since further modifications to the show itself will simply be edits to this initial post. Thank you all for reading. This is my Quill Quest. It has been a long time in the making, and I hope that you can all see the work I put into it.

Edited July 25, 2004 by Merelas

[Peredhil]

Peredhil raises an eyebrow as his wayward Bodyguards show up for the show - on stage in lingerie.

At the Announcement, he freezes and turns to fix Elladan with a Stare...

 

Which Elladan returns with an impudent grin.

 

At which they both break out in gails of uncontrolled laughter.

 

[Wyvern]

Wyvern remains fixed in an immobile position in the audience throughout Merelas' Pen Fashion Show, his beady reptilian eyes glued on the stage for the entire duration of the event. The overgrown lizard saturates his drool bib at the sight of the first lineup of women in gowns, hides behind Izabella when Katzaniel enters onto the stage detective style, pales and nearly goes sick at the sight of the lingerie-clad guinea pigs, actually replaces his drool bib for a fresh one as he continues to drool excessively when women walk out in formal wear, oogles Appy's pricey jewelery, and practically bursts an artery in his nose as it spews blood when Yui and Salinye display their captivating formal gowns. The reptilian Elder claps, cheers, stomps his feet, and slams his tail when the event has ended, screaming for an encore as the crowds slowly dissipate from the hall. Eventually, security is forced to drag the voyeur-driven Wyvern out of the area by his tail, growling to him that encores are not part of the event.

 

"B-b-b-but." stammers the overgrown lizard as he's tossed out. "Couldn't you just have Yui and Salinye maybe do the catwalk in those outfits once more, and perhaps have Appy come back out to toss off her jewelery into the crowds... heck, she could even toss off her clothes-"

 

"Listen lizard." growls one of the security bouncers, spitting to the ground and scowling. "I'm sure you're gonna be fantasizing about this event for the next coupla weeks, but the purpose of it wasn't to feed your dirty imagination, it was to demonstrate how powerful a potent description can be. Now get outta here, capiche?!"

 

"Can't you at least assure me that there'll be a follow-up?!" cries Wyvern, his eyes wide and teary as the bouncers shake their heads and depart. "Like maybe a lingerie event... 'Ayshela's Secret,' how about that?! Hey, where are you guys going off to?"

 

Watching the bouncers as they walk back into the quarters of the fashion show and shut the doors behind them, Wyvern glumly grumbles to himself and wanders off. Thoroughly dehydrated from his excessive drooling, the greedy lizard takes long swigs from the Decanter of Endless Booze as he departs back towards his quarters.

 

;-)

[Ayshela]

"Ayshela's Secret" eh? Well, now, there's an idea!

[Xaious, Master of Time]

Xaious has 'bad' ideas at the mention of 'Ayshela's Secret'.

 

Yeah, I know how that would be.

Everything would come qith a complimentary knife.

[Alaeha]

Lots of bodice daggers?

[Ayshela]

but of course!

and you know, bodice laces have any number of other uses as well.. };>