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Fashion shows had come a long way since aincient times. What had supposedly started as a few beautiful-yet-unimpressive models marching one by one down a catwalk to stand for a few moments and pose for the cameras had evolved: The onstant motion, bright lights, thumping music, and the smell of spent purfume and fresh sweat were the same, but the models had most definitely changed. A felinoid strode with a cluster of hovering rings for a skirt and bandeau, complete with one circling her hread like a halo. Insectoids doing idle acrobatics from bars adhered to the ceiling, wore gold carapace trim and diapanous fabric grafts to their exoskeletons. A heavily-tattooed long-bodied creature with thirteen pairs of legs scuttled down the catwalk, festooned with jewelry on its many feet and thirteen identical pairs of metal-and-plastic "shorts". Incorporals glittered, glowed, changed color and showed off their custom nano-dusting in strategically-placed capsules along the sides of the audience. A long-eared humanoid turned a corner, his white hair done up unnaturally and his longcoat forming crisscross strips halfway down his body, not covering a single part of the lower half of his crystal-clear vacuit. A mechanoid twice his height followed him, sporting a custom plasma-themed paint job and a chrome finish on its exposed inner parts, which shone in the light from an internal glow diode system. Tags: partial Current Mood: bouncy
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"Right this way!" They had come to it after circling around on a skywalk, taking an elevator down for about ten stories, passing through a boiler room, coming out in a field, taking the second tree stump on the left, passing through tunnels, coming out in a hangar bay, taking a teleporter, and then walking out... exactly one story below where they'd started. "Here we go! Told you I'd find it!" The clothing slug glerbled happily from his perch on Glebb's shoulder. "Ugh, I don't know who designed this place, and I don't know whether to congratulate them or strangle them! That was absolutely exhausting! Anyway, come on in!" He chirps as the door dilates. "Eclectic" was a good way to describe the flat sprawl of Ck'Taa's studio. The decor consisted of a hodgepodge of everything that had caught the mollusk's eye-bulbs, all set against and around the dark-grey brushed metal walls. A rococo painting, a stylized media-terminal, glowing odds and ends, a lava lamp, two spears and a tiki mask, and a carved wooden bear lie amongst the odds and ends. "Oh, I'm sorry, this place is a mess. Anyway, this way..." The largest amount of space seems devoted to work space, piled all around with more oddities, bolts of fabric and woven metal, half-finished welding projects, and a smallish table covered in sketches and holoprojectors with two bright-red jell-cube seats next to it. Ck'Taa slides off the icthyoid and hauls himself onto one of the jiggling cubes and gestures an invitation to the other one. "Alright, so we're here. Now... Do you have any idea where you'd like to start?" Tags: rp, samus Current Location: Ck'Taaspace in the Nexus Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Gary Newman - Puttin' On the Ritz
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