Tami: *tying on thick earmuffs mildly to get away from the commentator voice* True, Angie. Well, that was... titillating. Now for the section where people can actually justify coming out in nothing at all. What would thesegirls wear if you took them out on a date? The amount of leather killed half of America's cattle population! It's the EVENINGWEAR SECTION! Once again, our first contender, LEEEEEEETAAAA!

*Leta steps out, her light purple heels clacking softly on the floor. Emerging from behind the curtains, Leta is dressed in a form hugging purple dress, which has no sleeves. The dress switches, depending on the light, from purple, to blue, to pink, and seems almost to be made from some sort of a gauze, as she walks down the catwalk. Her blonde hair is wavy from being in the braided pigtails for so long, as she has taken her hair out of its usual place so that it can flow gently along her shoulders, decorated with glitter. Her makeup is positively perfect, and matches all the colors to a T. Purple gloves reach up to her elbow, matching the color of her shoes. Reaching the end of the catwalk, she grins shyly, and winks at the judges, waving slightly to them. She turns around once so that the judges can see her dress fully, before clacking her way back up the stage.*

Zach: YEAH BABY! But why didn't you do that striptease I told you to do? 9.

Casper: What's up with that clacking?! 7.

Tibby: Nicely done. 9.

Perdix: Very appreciable. 9.

Jack: *turns page in sketchpad*

Angie: *grabs pad* Will you knock it off, art-boy! We don't need a quick-sketch artist. I'm taking blackmail photos. Just vote like a good little slave.

Jack: *shrugs* Okay, then... Um. Nice colors. A 7.

Julius: For some reason, those gloves make me think of Miss Piggy. For that, she must pay. She gets a 5.

Amir: Ehhh, not bad if you like pastels. I don't care for 'em-- but it's classy in its own way. 9.

Rick: Some folks should never do iridescent. 1.

Wade: *Beams* That's pretty. I really like purple, y'know? Well, I should, 'cause purple hair runs in my family, and if I didn't like it I should sorta panic 'cause my kids're gonna look like that, y'know? And I wanna like what my kids look like, and I will, 'cause I like purple. A girl I know has purple eyes, too, and I think they're real -

Tami: Please shut up.

Wade: 9.

Angie: OUCH. NOTHING LIKE QUENCHING THE BABBLING BROOK. WELL, LET'S MOVE AWAY FROM PASTELS AND ONTO THE NEXT LOVELY. WHO'S UP, TAMI?

Tami: Who d'you think? Heh. Give me your name if and when you start selling your body, Leets. I tremble in fear, as it's now SOOOOPHIE!

*Apparently bucking every trend in eveningwear ever made, Sophie walks out carrying a large boombox on her shoulder blasting "Gangsta's Paradise." She has on a navy blue tank top and navy blue underwear, visible above her baggy, low-riding blue jeans. Over the tank top is a bright yellow puffy Fubu jacket. On her head she has on a pair of red wireframe sunglasses and a navy blue bandana. She pulls down the sunglasses and makes a peace sign.*

Sophie: Peace out, yo.

*Pushing the glasses back up, she struts offstage.*

Zach: Wow. I haven't heard that song in a while. Good looks, but it's not very classy looking. 8.

Casper: Don't pay him no mind! Look at you, comin' out all ghetto fabulous! Mad props! 9.

Tibby: *shakes head* 4. No, make that 1.

Perdix: Sophia, Sophia, how lovely doth thy--

Emiko: Shut up and score.

Perdix: 11!

Jack: *fidgets* Uh, yeah. A 6 for being honest.

Julius: What in the name of all that I hold holy is that? I take back that comment about Perdix being lucky. How unfeminine! *notices dark looks from others* A 4.

Amir: I have this sudden urge to say "Yo"! But unless I'm planning to go go to the Awful House with you at 2 AM, it doesn't fit my idea of stylin' at all. 6.

Rick: That's ghetto fabulous in the bad way. 4.

Wade: Rap's... eugh. Not to be mean or anything, but... eugh. I mean... y'know? 6.

Tami: ... Wasn't that Casperian?

Angie: I, UH, SUPPOSE THAT'S ONE WAY OF PUTTING IT.

Tami: Ugh. Anyway, before I lose my lunch, JAAAAACE!

*Jace struts out, head high, looking far happier and menacing this time round; wearing a tight black leather crop top, revealing most of her midriff, a black leather skirt that could better qualify as a belt and reveals a disturbing amount of tan skin, a spiked dog collar, fingerless black leather gloves, and sunglasses pushed high on her forehead... her eyes are heavily lidded with black, making the deep grey look a shade lighter and more demonic, and light smears of silver glitter over her cheekbones; two loose bands of black leather ring around the ankles of her Hephaestos legs*

Angie: *WHISPERS* GIVE ME THE BLINDFOLD. NOW.

Tami: *tying it on* No. MINE.

Jace: Hmm...

*Jace pauses in front of the judging booth*

Jace: Hey, Tibby?

*Moves her hands behind her head and does something complicated at the back of her crop top, before pulling out something black and lacy out the front... grins maliciously and lands her bra with perfect aim in his lap*

Jace: I don't do roses, either.

*Struts off, wiggling her hips, laughing her head off*

Zach: See, I knew she was a freak. 10 for finally coming clean.

Casper: You get a 6 from me. I'm hatin' cuz I still haven't gotten any underwear thrown at me.

Tibby: *stares after Jace, aghast* Hrm... *scribbles a 10, making sure no one can see him*

Perdix: JA-ACE! HOW COULD YOU GIVE YOUR BRA TO TIBBY!? I HAD DIBS ON IT!

Emiko: That's more than we ever wanted to know!

Perdix: I'M GIVING YOU A 5 JACE!

Jack: *blinks* I never knew, Jace. *goes to reach for sketchpad and gets hand smacked* Uh, let's give her an 8.

Julius: Mrroowwrrr! *leers awfully effectively for a pig* A 10.

Amir: Somehow, the spikes are... so you. *But* since we left the 80's a while back ago, the glam rock look is definitely out. But if I ever want to go to a retro club, I'll think of you. 7.

Rick: I remember the time I went to the leather bar. *shudders* 6.

Wade: *blankly* What'd she just throw? I didn't see.

Tami: ...Probably a good thing...

Wade: Well... d'you know how many cows haveta die for your leather? Nice, but... 7.

Tami: *too aghast to announce Rayya*

Angie: We're moving on then? *quickly tightens a few more screws in a suspiciously placed air vent, retreats* Okay, I'm ready.

*Rayya walks out, moving carefully in her white, strappy, two-inch stilettos. She's wearing an exact duplicate of Marilyn Monroe's famous white dress from The Seven Year Itch. Sleeveless and tying behind the neck, the neckline plunges dangerously low. The full skirt is pleated delicately and sways seductively as Rayya makes her way towards the judges. She stops over the newly-installed vent, oblivious, and poses with a come-hither grin, her hand reaching up to pat her hair, pulled back into a neat chignon, curled tendrils escaping. Suddenly, there is a cackle and the sound of a noisy switch being thrown. Air explodes upwards from the vent, lifting Rayya's skirt heavenwards. With a shriek, she leans down and over as she tries to keep it down. This only affords the judges a cheap cleavage shot. Realizing this, Rayya straightens again, valiantly fighting the air currents, and slowly backs up off the vent. She is visibly flushed with embarrassment. Carefully, scavenging her willpower, she smiles, curtsies, and walks off. That hip-twitch is now an angry one.*

Rayya: I'm going to kill my creator...

Zach: *says 10 through a mouthful of drool*

Casper: Comin' hard with the cheap cleavage shots. That'll do it. 9.

Tibby: *actually laughs* A good impression. Clearly wasn't Rayya's fault about the vents. I'll give it a 7.

Perdix: *whistles* 10!

Jack: An 8 just to make up for Angie. *sighs* She has no self-control at all. You should hear what she wanted me to wear...

Julius: *whooping excitedly* A 10! A 10! Oh, baby! Thank you, Angie. I worship you.

*Angie begins banging her head against the wall in response to this announcement*

Amir: Shoes aren't too practical-- but the dress looks great. Nice and cute. 10.

Rick: Bonus for abusive author. 10.

Wade: *jaw hanging open* Ohmigod... Angie... that wasn't... um, very nice... but... whoooooooooooooah.... 10! Can I go over ten? No? 10!

Angie: *innocently* Well, I thought it was a good idea. Didn't you guys?

Tami: *Nods sagely* You go, Angie girl. And I know that if I find you beaten to death with a party hat, it's the way you wanted to go.

*ANGIE ABRUPTLY DISAPPEARS IN A PUFF OF SMOKE*

Tami: Hahaha... C'mon, KANENE!

*Kanene emerges once again after a wardrobe change. She wears a v-neck shirt with 3/4 length sleeves, revealing a glimpse of cleavage. It is a deep green that flatters her dark skin very nicely. The shirt is paired up with a pair of black fitted pants that have small front pockets against her thighs with a fine silver belt fitted against the pants. The pants are full length, reaching to her ankles and showing off her patent leather black tieless shoes that reveal her fine soft black socks. The shoes have a wide heel but the height itself is modest, only slightly more then an inch. A hint of makeup is applied to her face with rosy lip gloss, tinted moisturiser and mascara. The make up is enough to polish off the whole look but is light to allow her natural beauty to be seen. Of course, the finishing touch is her twined arm cuff adorned on her right arm.*

Zach: Nice and casual. Good choice. 8, I guess.

Casper: Mmm ... dark skin and a nice booty. 9.

Tibby: Not bad. A little more formal next time. 7.

Perdix: Umm... 7.

Jack: Nice. Simple. A 7.

Julius: *still drooling after Rayya* Huh? Oh, her... 6. She cleans up good.

Amir: Cute. No slumming here. I'd actually be seen in public with you. 10.

Rick: She's fourteen. I feel ill. 3.

Wade: I like green, too, y'know - *sees Tami looking at him* - but I won't go into it or anythin'. 8!

Tami: Good show, girl. Now for RHIIII - *devolves into coughs* Man, I still haven't recovered from the SMMH... Just like Angie to disappear when I have to have a throatectomy or something...

*backstage*

Kia: Damn you, Rhia, ya thrashed the only good dress that you had!

Rhiannon: Yeah, so? I wouldn't wear a dress on a date, any way...

Kia: *thinking of the bubble wrap comment*

Rhiannon: C'mon! Give me more credit than that! *reconsidering the ten buck offer if she DID do it...*

Kia: Er... no. *lightbulb* I have the BEST idea! Follow me!

*onstage*

*Rhiannon appears in a heavily-covering yellow sundress, and a Bo-Peep hat, while carrying a parasol.*

Rhiannon: Master of disguise I am. *wink*

*Rhiannon rips off the sundress to show a violet, red, and black backless chinese dress with red, high heel pumps and black thigh-high stockings.*

Kia: *whispers to Judges* The stripping thing was her idea.. ^~^ tosses Rhia a black witch's hat from last Halloween. ^^;*

*Catching the hat and putting it on, she gives another casual wink and she blows a kiss to the judges with her dark violet lips*

*she exits with a slinking step*

Kia: da Girl's got problems.

Zach: Hey, you had me fooled. Love surprise stripping! Still no nudity, though. 8.

Casper: Hmmm .... I'd say 7 for the dominatrix thang.

Tibby: 7.

Perdix: I've got to give it a 9. Both dresses were great.

Jack: Nice but somehow disturbing... A 7.

Julius: Damn tease! An 8... *mutters* And that's because she reminds me of this hook... *roughly muzzled by a suddenly appearing hand*

Amir: Ha. Fine if we're going to a Halloween party, and you're dressed as a vamp. C'mon... you need to leave a little something to the imagination... you need subtlety... a little touch of innocence... you don't just flaunt it like that. But... as much as I hate to admit it... I have a thing for the stockings. 7.

Rick: Points for courage. 10.

Wade: *looking a bit ill* 5.

Tami: Is there award for Miss Skaneniality? I think Rhiannon should get it. Her or Sophie. Or Jace. Wait, just give that award to everyone. BRIONY!

*Briony comes out with black leather flares a black tank top with the anarchy symbol in red as well as studded wrist bands*

Briony: Going to a punk concert... it'll be fun. *smiles*

Zach: Hmm, points for the leather but you forgot the whip. Later, my place, yeah? 6.

Casper: ...Whoah. Sort of like bad gothic trippin', only there's no real bad-demon-lady shit goin' on. That's a bad thing. Try harder. 6.

Tibby: She should talk to my younger brother about that concert. Personally, though, I'm going with a 6.

Perdix: Punk. 7.

Jack: Simple and honest. A 6.

Julius: Strangely titilating... A 7.

Amir: Punk concert? Huh. When I think Punk, I think Punky Brewster...

*Author from Authorspace silences him to keep him from dating himself so obviously*

Amir: *barely manages to meep out the score* 6.

Rick: Well, if you say so. 7.

Wade: I liked it! You didn't scare me! 8!

Tami: *Shakes her head again* Geez.

Angie: *STUMBLES BACK AND COLLAPSES IN THE CHAIR NEXT TO TAMI, A DAZED LOOK IN THE EYES AND A PARTY HAT HANGING OFF THE EAR* I'M... BACK. YOU WERE... RIGHT ABOUT... THE PARTY HAT... *BLINKS* WHAT DID I MISS?

Tami: Nothing much. Flagrant stripping, slutty outfits, rampant bloodshed, same old... want a bandaid? Let's try for RIAAAN!

*Rian totters out in ridiculously high heels of a stunning royal blue satin. She is in a royal blue sleeveless satin dress that completely bares her shoulders and shows off her lovely olive complexion. The center is an open diamond shape that bares her midriff, which is criss-crossed with satin ribbons, and the skirt portion is short in front and trails off in a sweeping, long, flowing tail at the back. There are slender gold bracelets and anklets to augment this outfit. Her hair is almost tame for once, brushed sleekly over one shoulder. Rian stands facing the judges a moment, hands on hips, one eyebrow raised.*

Rian: I can't wear these damn shoes. I'll break my neck.

*Totters away again only to appear a moment later wearing very sturdy street-hikers of a brown and green hue. She walks confidently down the catwalk, strikes a pose at the edge that looks like she might be having a seizure of some sort, then runs back down the catwalk and out of sight laughing.*

Zach: Wow. You are stunning. 9 all the way.

Casper: Word. You are looking beautiful. 9.

Tibby: Very sensible. 8.

Perdix: Wouldn't a different pair of heels have worked? Well, I'll give her an 8.

Jack: Nice profile. A 7.

Julius: That has got to be the silliest little train I've ever seen. *snickers* However, I see skin so you get a 7.

Amir: Eehhh, all's okay-- except for the shoes. You need to find a happy medium between the street-hikers and the ridiculously-high heels. The dress is nice, though, and makes up for it. 9.

Rick: That's an extreme sport in itself. 10.

Wade: *giggles* Nice boots. 9!

Angie: *RUBS EYES* I'M NOT STILL HALLUCINATING, RIGHT? SHE DID COME OUT IN HIKING BOOTS, RIGHT? OOHHH. PASS ME THAT ASPIRIN.

Tami: It wrecks your kidneys. Suffer. Rian, now that's a girl. Mrrrowr. Can you top that, LEAH?

*Leah again comes out very ticked and dressed to kill. She is wearing black high heels and a short black leather skirt that shows off her legs. She is wearing a tight black silk blouse that barely goes to the midrift. The blouse only has one button and covers so little that you can see her red lace bra underneath. Leah walks off stage as soon as possible.*

Zach: Oooo, naughty. 7.

Casper: I don't like your ... *ponders* ... shoes. 4.

Tibby: I'm actually frightened... so I'm going to give her a 9. *whispers to the side* She doesn't know where my trailer is, does she?

Perdix: Dangerous! See-through! 10!!

Jack: Still unhappy there. A 6.

Julius: Mmmm, dangerous women... A 7!

Amir: Yeah, see what I mean? Take the red bra from here, and use it with the shorts; and then take the leopard bra, and you'd be better off. C'mon... red bra and black shirt? Geeze. Still, since your clothes *were* stolen, and you were docked in the last one, I'll give you a 9. If you found a blouse with a little extra material in it, it would've been a 10... the skirt's terrific on you.

Tami: Since when was Amir the Fashion Police? I am sore afraid.

Rick: Monochromaticism is overdone, show more bra. 4.

Wade: *whimpers* Ummm... 4. M'sorry...

Tami: Ye gods.

Angie: I SECOND THAT SENTIMENT.

Tami: Well, here she is again like a recurring disease, VETTTAAA!

*The lights dim, and the song "Independent Women" blares to life all around the stage. Veta runs on stage, her light beige sandles skidding to a halt as she slaps a glittering white jewel on her forehead. Her outfit consists of a simple black cut-off tank top, with threads of material dangling around her midriff. On the front of it is a small picture of the Napster logo. She wears a pair of retro, tight-fitting, acid washed blue jeans that flare enormously at the bottom. Her hair is completely braided all around, with tiny diamond beads at the bottom of each. She quickly throws the cigarette in her hand on the floor, stepping on it as she walks forward. She glares at each judge, making sure she has each of their attention. She moves her hips to the music slightly. She nods, and suddenly dips down, slithering her torso in small circles to the rhythm, and gradually comes back up. She smirks, and walks off the stage, the song ending abruptly.*

*backstage*

Veta: That so went against everything I stand for.

Greco: Sometimes for victory to come to pass, one must be willing to shake that ass.

Veta: I'm being pimped by a spider. Dad would be so proud.

Zach: Oh baby! There you go! 9!

Casper: *misty-eyed* Finally, someone willing to shake the booty ... 10.

Tibby: Utterly without class, but at least she has style. 6.

Perdix: Shake dat groove thang! 10!

Jack: *blinks* Was that just Christina Aguillera's twin?

Angie: *pokes him* That's not in character. That's mean. Vote.

Jack: Okay, then. A 6.

Julius: Grrr, she can dip my way anytime! An 8.

Amir: Acid jeans? Bellbotto-- er, flares? With plastic beads, no less? What are you trying to pass as, my kid sister? Oh, wait... you're old enough to be my kid sister. Forget that. Sheesh... c'mon, you might as well scream teeny-bopper. Maybe some guys go for that... and you can get more points from them. Let me be an old fogey. 7.

Rick: Acid wash? Disgusting. 1.

Wade: Um... pretty? 6.

Tami: Does El Greco give good rates?

Angie: AND, IF SO, WE'D ALL BETTER SCALE OURS TO COMPARE. WOULDN'T DO FOR THE SPIDER TO BE MAKING ALL OF THE MONEY, RIGHT?

Tami: Yeah. Goddamn spiders, think they're so big, they're not big, Tami is big. Well, let's bring on PRISCILLLLLA!

*Priscilla is heard screeching backstage, then gets shoved out by Lori, who had recovered from earlier. Smiling uneasily as "Bitch" by Meredith Brookes plays in the background, Priscilla warily makes her way down the catwalk, wearing skin tight leather pants, and a leopard print bikini top. Gritting her teeth, and smiling for the cameras, Priscilla manages to make to the end of the catwalk, but winds up falling on her rear, revealing her six-inch high heeled boots.*

Priscilla: ARGH! LORI, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!

*Priscilla gets up, bein' veddy wobbly, and manages to race off of the catwalk without falling.*

Zach: Yep, you got a Pam Anderson thing going on. I won't take off points for the falling on your ass thing. 8.

Casper: *stops laughing for a moment* 6! *continues*

Tibby: I'll give her a 7. At least she wasn't enjoying that.

Perdix: Come on, sheesh! 5!

Jack: Poor kid. A 6.

Julius: If I had thumbs, I would have helped her up. *nods* A 7.

Amir: Um. The cuteness factor has been completely lost in favor of the sleazy look-at-me-I'm-cool-teeny-bopper factor. And, exactly, *where* are we supposed to go on this evening out? To some smoky, noisy club where we can pay a ripoff cover charge and then pay for ripoff watered-down drinks? C'mon. I go to those places with my friends just to make catty comments about people's fashion choices. 6.

Rick: People shouldn't wear tight clothes for a reason. 3.

Wade: Aww, man, poor 'Cilla... I know how she feels! Have an 8 to make up for it, y'know?

Tami: I'm getting a migraine... CLEEEEEEEO!

Cleo: Do I have to do this?

Sugar-chan: Yes! *shoves Cleo out again*

*Cleo actually looks like she brushed her hair for once, and it's out of the eternal low ponytail. The fact that it's in a high ponytail with her not-so-knotted-anymore gold ribbon doesn't matter. She's wearing a pair of blue jeans with holes ripped in the knees, and a white t-shirt. Oh, and a bra for once too. She's fidgeting with the straps though. Pauses for a few seconds at the end fo the runway to nervously tug at her ponytail before hightailing it back to beat on Sugar-chan again.*

Tami: I get this feeling we suffer from stage-mom players.

Angie: *LOOKS UP FROM WHERE SHE'S PULLING A PINK PARTY DRESS OVER JULIUS' HEAD* WHAT? US? STAGE MOTHERS? NEVER!

Tami: I mean, Jules doesn't even look GOOD in pink. It makes him washed out.

Zach: Pbbth. 3. What are you, a Bon Jovi groupie.

Casper: C'mon now! I wouldn't take you to Denny's wearing that! 1.

Tibby: That really was far too casual. 5.

Perdix: Nice, natural look. 6.

Jack: A 6 because, heck, I'd take her to Denny's.

Julius: Bleh. What a let-down... A 4.

Amir: Ehhh, it would work if we went out to go bowling. It's not very flattering, though... you might find something that works better for your figure. You're going to want something that doesn't bare it to the world at large-- you've gotta leave *something* to the imagination for later-- but doesn't completely obscure it. I'll take you to a Chi-O party sometime... I bet the Zetas could take care of you, too. The Pi Phis... good luck with them; they'd be with Priscilla and her wish. 7.

Rick: You wear that for the evening? Eww. 4.

Wade: *beams* She looks nice'n wholesome and stuff! 7!
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Angie: WELL, THAT BIT IS OVER AND DONE. TAMI WILL GLADLY PAY ALL THERAPIST'S BILLS OUT OF GUILT RESULTING FROM HER PART IN THIS DEBACLE. GO ON, EVERYONE! COLLECT!

Tami: *runs from the stampede screaming, but turns over the scoreboard first*

Leta scored 65 out of a possible 90.

Sophie scored 54 out of a possible 90.

Jace scored 70 out of a possible 90.

Rayya scored 74 out of a possible 90.

Kanene scored 65 out of a possible 90.

Rhiannon scored 68 out of a possible 90.

Briony scored 59 out of a possible 90.

Rian scored 76 out of a possible 90.

Leah scored 60 out of a possible 90.

Veta scored 56 out of a possible 90.

Priscilla scored 63 out of a possible 90.

Cleo scored 43 out of a possible 90.

Tami: Which means that, in a wild turnaround, the leading lady of this section is RIAN! Gooo, Rian! With all scores tallied from the last section, this means that Rayya is in the lead with 152 points out of a possible 180, followed by Rian with 138 and Jace with 136. Spot prize to the people who guess which one has been sleeping with the judges - it's got to be at least one!