FASHION WEEK - CORUSCANT

[Claire Organa]

CORUSCANT FASHION WEEK​

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WALK THIS WAY,​

WALK THIS WAY,​

WALK THIS WAY,​

WALK THIS WAY​

GIVE ME A KISS!!!​

AFTER PARTIES ACROSS THE PLANET​

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DEALS TO BE MADE​

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DANCE ALL NIGHT LONG​

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NETWORK WITH THE RICH AND AFFLUENT​

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CORUSCANT COUTURE RETURNS!​

It was fashion week and with Coruscant having been recently liberated from the grip of the Sith it was ready and waiting to receive the icons of the Fashion Industry.

Models from across the galaxy chosen for their individidual look, designers bringing in the best of what they have to offer, and the clientele that would once again bolster the economy of Coruscant.

Claire Organa booked a suite of rooms at the Coruscant Arms she sent invitations to those that she hoped would attend like [member="Marzena Choi"] and [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Quint Salis"] she remembered him from Jean's party. She also sent invitations to all of the Organa family not sure who would show from there.

The invitation went out across the galaxy security was strengthened just in case, but this was a time to rejoice and put your best shoe forward.

She was presenting her own designs this week Alderaan flow and flare, and two couture pieces. And the men's collection. She was nervous very nervous.

"please please please let this go well"

She walked out to look at the city once more, yes wow she never thought she'd stand here.

 

[Claire Organa]

Meleagris Designs ​

Presents for your enjoyment

Claire had not heard of this designer they were relatively well completely unknown to her. She looked closely at the insignia for the company and couldn't quite figure it out. A tiny little insignia that was attached to the tag of each dress.

Claire sat in the dark front row watching...

The spotlight hit the curtains, they parted and out strutted the first model -

Dress 1​

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Dress 4​

Claire did not know what to say until the Designer followed the last dress out, "Thank you thank you" Claire was speechless.

The first question came, "Where did you draw your inspiration?"

The Designer smiled, "I saw a news cast that showed all of these majestic birds running and thought INSPIRATION! I know what to make"

Claire looked down..

Ok...

oh lord

Spoiler

[member="Ra Vizsla"] Meleagris is the genus for turkeys

 

[Klesta]

After the no-shows of the First Order and the Techno Empire, perhaps Klesta would need a break from the political circuit. His professional blackjack player of an aide, and by far his favorite at social outings, Tiffany, was far more elegant than he himself was. Jawas have usually no clue of how to make a wardrobe. Plus she was that one person he could stand wearing that Utinni #1 perfume manufactured by Pizza Hutt in a bid of manufacturing more than just food. And the second model, Anastasia Volzhin, a favorite on Coruscant from her days as a dark-sider model, comes around with the newest creation, that one Mandalorian governor of some backwater planet bought before everyone else did. A Witch who wanted a twist on the usual Witch fare. But Cathul's vanity is nothing when compared to the vanity of people like [member="Coci Heavenshield"]... Anastasia wore the very first item of the day for Anastasian Creations in their brand-new cloak-and-dagger collection.

"And for the first time, Anastasia Volzhin participates in a fashion show in light-sided territory!" the announcer told the crowd.

"Anastasia is a dark-sider: how could she come to the light all of a sudden?" Tiffany commented.

"How could NFU fashion models be called light-siders or dark-siders?" Klesta commented.

"She was one of the big names on Coruscant's runways back in the One Sith day"

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quint had been invited to a party to celebrate the freeing of Coruscant form the One Sith. While he usually stayed away from the politics of such things the man found the invitation something he should not turn down. The Organa name was pretty well known in the world of fashion and his intent was to convince some of the designers to include models that sported some ink. He was not a fashion snob, elite, or nivice. Quint was a fashion nothing, but he had done a tattoo or a few for several of the designers, or their others, during a fashion week on Zeltros. He had some stories.

There was an empty seat in the front where a face he wasn't certain he knew looked nervous. The dresses that had just been marched out were hideous and he commented as such when he sat down.

"Those were ugly," he said to the woman as he flashed a smile. "It can only get better from there."

[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

She was glad this part was over, as the lights came up she looked around to see if [member="Marzena Choi"] or @natasi forton had come in, course this part wasn't their cup of tea no, this was Claire's.

She shook her head and saw the one person she didn't expect in here, @Quint salas, she got up and made her way over, "Hello Mr. Salas, do you mind if I sit with you for the next designer, if its anything like the last...we may need courage for the rest."

And then as if on cue the lights began to lower and the music changed.

gobble​

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GOBBBLE​

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GOOOOBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE​

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Yes for anyone who had not caught it Turkeys had been used at Kashyyyk and now it seemed they were all the rage, inspiring everything and everyone from the outer rim to the core. Claire sat down next to Quint hoping she did not chase anyone away.

DESIGNER MISTRESS CORDON BLEU​

MIllinery​

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When the spotlight hit the curtain, a tall willowy Geonosian stood there, holding a silver leash that lead to her pet? Her inspiration? In the other hand she held a fan.

Lord Claire didn't know, it was quite enough. There was no need to ask for her what she got her inspiration. Claire shook her head and leaned over to Quint, "I feel like a turkey sandwich, how about you?" She wanted to wash it down with....something strong. She now wasn't sure if her own creations would find an audience, for they weren't turkeys, or anything made from feathers.

No. not one bit.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi sat in her seat, respectably close to the front, her jaw hanging just slightly as she watched the parade of ... fashion. She leaned over and murmured into the ear of [member="Darell Irani"], to whose muscular arm she was currently holding with both hands: "What the hell is with all these birds?" It was worse than avant-garde, it was grotesque. She couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea; it didn't make sense to the Grand Moff, whose eyes merely traced the models until she couldn't bear to look anymore.

It seemed to be a running theme. She wondered if she had missed something. Ostrich feathers had been something of a novelty on Galidraan -- they were worn for Presentation and, for a time about forty years earlier, a regular fashion, tucked into hair. And she had a rather fabulous hat with a pheasant feather curved to run along the side. But these were decorative elements, not the entire theme of the thing! The next set wasn't any better; more feathers. She leaned over to Irani again and murmured, "If that's all there is -- feathers -- I'm going to be very disappointed we came all this way."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena sat in the front row, her little black book open in her lap. She used this small book to quickly write notes about the designs on the runway, but this time her pages were blank and the pen in her hand was still. The pop star sat next to one of her best friends, Jean Paul Renaud, a fellow fashion enthusiast and designer. While she was not very enthusiastic about the abundance of feathery frocks, Jean Paul simply loved it.

“I don’t get these clothes.” She frowned to her friend, her eyes shifting away from the parade of ‘fashion’ marching by.

“Feathers are all the rage these days, don’t you know?”

Marzena shrugged; maybe she was just out of touch. After all, Jean Paul was plugged into the world of clothing and what was currently trendy. “I’d rather not look like a big flightless bird.” She muttered.

“Are you sure?” He pulled his datapad out and began to scroll through images. “Because, I saw some thrilling designs that might interest you.” Jean Paul presented the screen to Marzena, she looked at the outfit. “This could be you, in a few more months. Look, the sling is cradling the precious egg. You’ll be just like a mother hen.”

Her hand pushed the datapad back towards Jean Paul, and she flashed him a dangerous look. At least he seemed to be enjoying a good giggle at her expense. Marzena had confided in Jean Paul, he was one of very few people that knew about her happy news. At least the eyes of all around them were on the runway, and the music covered up their conversation quite well.

“Oh, look!” Marzena waved across the runway, “It’s [member="Claire Organa"].”

It had been far too long since she had last seen Claire, she would have to catch up with her after the show. She squinted at the man that appeared to be speaking with Ms. Organa, he looked familiar somehow.

 

[Claire Organa]

[member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Quint Salis"] [member="Klesta"]

Claire was not a fan of feathers, not a fan of the couture being presented, she had tried her hand at it and well it looked fitted but clunky and the amount of time it took to pound out all those phiridium disks well that had given her a blister.

She just sat there wishing for some dinner, there was just one left and then they'd be freed, dismissed, escape, yes escape to find drinks. She wondered right now would anyone place orders for any of that? Of course they would. Why wouldn't they fashion was fickle child waiting for it's next treat.

Claire finally saw the faces of Natasi, who was with someone...ooo had she worn the gold dress? And Marzena alone oh no she was with Jean. Claire nudged Quint, "Look there is Marzena do you remember her from Spira?"

The droids came around with trays of champagne, the setting changes to soft gold lighting, with hints of sparkles across the ceiling. A bit calmer environment. Claire held her breath.

Dress 1​

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There were some that said that the designs were only fit for, street walkers.​

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Dress 2​

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Or old fashioned​

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Dress 3 ​

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Too dark​

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Dress 4​

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Militaristic​

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Dress 5​

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Light and airy​

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Dress 6 ​

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Lacked a shape​

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Finale ​

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Plain simplicity​

Claire stood up and walked to the end of the runway handing the final model an Alderaan Starblossom who took it from her hand. The light hit Claire.

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Designer - Claire Organa - Contessa. ​

She smiled at everyone and finally let go of her breath. She looked at her friends one by one, she was ready to party....The lights went down, and then back up.

"OK she looked at Quint, winked "come on" She headed towards Natasi and Marzena, so happy to see them both there. YES! "So..." as she got closer to Natasi first, and Marzena just passed her a few chairs away. But both could hear her, "Was it terrible? and if it was, it was certainly better than the turkeys" Would they both see their influence on her in her designs.

 

[Klesta]

"Good thing they finally got past the turkeys! I hate Meleagris - Mandos can wear these for all I care but I would never wear their stuff" Tiffany commented.

"I've got to say that Anastasia coming to the light was surprising"

"They attempted using non-Mando models, knowing that Mando models are far too stocky, tall and fat for Coruscanti tastes"

"Know someone that fits that description?"

Klesta knew about Jessica, who, despite her physique of a Mandalorian model (6'6", 220 lbs in Mandalorian units) was a Republican mascot and symbolized the last stand of the Republic on Kashyyyk better than anyone else. But Klesta was more impressed by her bravery on Kashyyyk than by her looks, size or even smarts. By Mando standards she was, simply put, a woman to die - and kill - for. She was rather pleasant to be around for him, as a Jawa that was attracted by anyone wearing Utinni #1 - and not only because of the kind of Jawa pheromones she had. Tiffany preferred Contessa to Meleagris but Anastasia was just an intermission in this fashion show, so she was far from the main course. At best dark-siders of her kind, dark-siders that drank enough to kill three humans would be side shows in light-sided land. Klesta had seen her for the very first time in person...

 

[Judah Lesan]

"I do. She was sent by Jean to collect me, and i repayed her effort by hitting on her all night and trying to get her to sleep with me," Quint said with a smirk. The felon was not shy about the fact he was one to sleep around. He may have had an again off again thing going, but it was nothing serious and force knew the on again off again was having her fair share of men and women on the side.

His eyes went back to the stage as Claire's designs were next. Why the fashion community put up the reformed criminal was something of a mystery, but Quint went along with it. It wasn't his scene but the girls were hot. He was guaranteed to leave with someone and have quite the after after party.

Claire nudged Quint to join her, so he stood and followed. "I loved your first dress. You should try it on for me later. I'm certain you would look stunning in it." Was he flirting? Maybe. Why the hell not. Quint wasn't the type to settle down, but if he was going to have an after after party he should shoot for the best, yes?

[member="Claire Organa"] [member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Klesta"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena looked on with a pleased smile on her face as Contessa’s collection walked the runway. She had made a note about the third dress – a lovely dark silk with a floral print, and a dramatic cape. It looked like she would definitely be placing another order with Claire... but then the realization struck her. What size would she even order? Dark eyes shifted down towards her midsection. The pregnancy was not evident yet, but it wouldn’t be long now. And afterwards, would she even be the same size?

Perhaps the order would just have to wait.

She felt Jean Paul nudging her arm, and she looked up to see that [member="Claire Organa"] was now making her way over to their side of the runway. Marzena’s eyes narrowed slightly at the man moving at Claire’s side. Still familiar, but she didn’t know why. That is, until Jean Paul nearly squealed in her ear. “Why, isn’t that [member="Quint Salis"]? I threw him a soiree on Spira, remember?”

Now she remembered. He was that scruffy, tattooed man that had attempted to win her over with pick-up lines and not-so-subtle invitations to his suite. Marzena shook her head; she didn’t know what Jean Paul saw in Quint, she certainly didn’t see it.

Marzena leaned forward in her seat, gazing over towards Claire and Quint. It seemed that the two were greeting someone in her row. It was then that she realized Grand Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"] was present. Oh dear. There were very few people that knew about the recent falling out between Natasi and Marzena, the result of a rather emotional argument. Jean Paul didn’t even know the details, much to his dismay. It was a bit of an awkward situation. However, she decided that she didn’t need to make things any worse than they already were.

Her hand rose slightly, offering Natasi a hesitant wave.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi's eyes were transfixed on the wedding dress as its model walked it down the runway, but when it disappeared backstage, her eyes wandered. She spotted [member="Marzena Choi"] across the runway. Her face froze, her lips in a white line, her dark eyes somewhat narrowed. She stared at Marzena coolly, her face frozen in a mask of mild disapproval. The Grand Moff hadn't expected to see Marzena Choi on Coruscant, but in retrospect it made sense. She was a fashion plate, after all, and Natasi knew that Marzena was familiar with Claire Organa. Things remained strained between the two women, and because Natasi had been traveling recently, there had been limited opportunities to pursue a reconciliation -- and that was, if they both wanted one.

For Natasi it wasn't even about their mutual acquaintance. Her honor had been called into question by the singer. Natasi may have meddled with the singer's affairs, but it had come from a place of affection -- for Marzena and Vaas -- and it had come at significant emotional and professional cost to the Grand Moff. To have it thrown in her face like a stale drink was a personal affront to the Grand Moff. The truth was, she missed her meetings with Marzena. Apart from the one obvious flaw, they could have been great friends. If they could see their way through this, then perhaps they still could be.

But, they would have to start somewhere, right?

Natasi's lips curled into a hesitant smile and she raised her hand in a light wave to Marzena.