TONIGHT!!

[frenzied]

[in the Top Model House Champion Contestant Lodgings, the living areas have been decorated in various animal furs. For dinner there are lots of red meats and numerous bottles of brand sponsored alcohol for the trainees to enjoy! Also lots of chocolate desserts.

Time to Party Hard.]

Comments

[perplex]

[looking uncharacteristically exuberant at the amount of foods present. piles her plate quite high.]

[conviction]

[drunk]

Eat up, tiny, while they're treating us like royalty.

[perplex]

[nods excitedly and pops something on a toothpick and covered in bacon into her mouth. this is probably the most emotional she's ever going to get.]

[fiendish]

[there is someone lurking in the corner with a glass of sparkling pink champagne. just, you know, watching. but she's not really here. really.]

[champion]

[isn't really here either]

Lovely~

[fiendish]

Hm. You decided to stop by as well?

[ensnaring]

[who's that girlllll who's that girlllll who's that girllllll

it's lian!]

Oh no, is that what you're wearing?

[fiendish]

[she dresses like a gothic lolita.]

Hmph. I did not ask you.

[swindler]

[a familiar face to any mutant contestants is not lurking next to the champagne, oh heavens no.]

[barelyjoyous]

[for some reason, this guy doesn't... drink? but he's eating like crazy and maybe stuffing some food away out of pure habit.]

[breathefire]

[bacon strips & bacon strips & bacon strips]

[barelyjoyous]

[i can put this many foods in my inside pockets before it starts to look like i have boobs]

[sulphuric]

[humming to herself and avoiding that weird corner with the strange people and their champagne like they carry some kind of plague!!

oh and is also barefoot just because]

[privateprison]

[was just standing somewhere staring at a wall and trying to be interested in the éclair in his hand Because Depression but figured he should talk to someone. and this girl looks reasonably uncrazy.]

Have you misplaced your shoes, miss?

[deaden]

[is only here to steal the booze and/or scare leeroy away from the alcohol with his sheer presence]

[powertrip]

[only here to steal the booze and/or eat all of the desserts. waves!!]

[disgraces]

[watching like a hawk for any interactions between Leeroy and the booze table, eating cake]

[meekly]

[quietly eating some kind of chocolate cake by the dessert table. booze? no thanks.]

[barelyjoyous]

[my meatboobs are less swollen by now, but ... well yeah i still smell like meat and sugar.]

Thought about the offer, boyo?

[faithfulness]

[Trying to decide between different deserts with wide eyes.]

[frenzied]

It all looks very good, doesn't it?

[insufficient]

[Trying to simultaneously drink and tape up print-outs of badly drawn obscene fanart of Vesper to any available surface.]

[wargame]

[amateur. drinking and drawing circles and crosses on the fanart.]

[goldmedal]

[Corners him.]

Vesper didn't make you cry on the camera, did he? It makes your skin all blotchy.

[failtrain]

[did someone say food? I THINK SOMEONE SAID FOOD. HERE COMES HURRICANE LEEROY TO EAT ALL THE FOOD.]