FASHION WEEK - ZELTROS

[Claire Organa]

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Location: Zeltros, Capital City of Zeltros​

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FASHION WEEK - SUMMER CLOTHING LINE​

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Itinerary -​

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The Grand Hotel hosts​

Cocktails - settle in on night one​

Fashion shows begins on night two​

After parties are scheduled each night after showing​

Do your own thing.....what happens on Zeltros stays on Zeltros​

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There were parties everywhere on Zeltros as it was it would be difficult to decipher which ones were for fashion week and which were just regular parties.

Credits flowed on Zeltros like water between the casinos, drugs, companionship, hotels, and competitions. This you would think would be the best place for fashion. Many of the designers were using zeltrons in their shows and why not they were beautiful, they radiated pheromones, everyone liked them, and no matter what you put them in they looked great.

Fashion to see and Parties to attend:

Jean-Claude with his purses and shoes

Desmond Arbide with his couture from Coruscant

Zaga from Nar Shadaa with the edgy dark clothing that hid everything within it's intricate folds.

Ta'ric from Zeltros with a new line of neon women's and men's wear

Then there was Claire from Contessa of Alderaan with her suits, and dresses designed for the numerous balls about the galaxy and some for the office.. She'd showcase a few but right now she was here to relax and start with a drink. She did not know who would show and who would not she only knew, Zeltros waited and it was a sea of potential clients.

Claire was staying at the Grand Hotel. A suite of rooms that gave her work space, model space, and sleep space. Plus it was where most of the other designers and buyers she knew were staying. Claire put in a few requests for the Contessa after party to be held on the balcony of the Grand.

The first night was always cocktail night where everyone came in made some deals, got to know other designers, found models and talked about what was the latest fashion. Claire had picked out her dress for the night a bit revealing but cute for a cocktail party. Once she put on all the finishing touched she was ready, she would be late not wanting to 'make an entrance' no, Claire was quiet. She liked the mingling. A few appreciative glances of her dress told her she had chosen well.

 

[Myra]

Parties, the lifeblood of the business world and any businessman's existence, and Dresden had a taste for this sort of thing anyway, so as Dresden stepped out of his CR-90 corvette with a small troop of B9 battle droids, 5 of them in fact which follow him into the primary party where [member="Claire Organa"] 's clothing is being showcased. His eyes drift across the displays as his positions himself sturdily in the center of the room, his hands outstretched and resting on the pommel of his cane as the five battle droids encircle him. He didn't really expect there to be any danger, but the droids were his own little showcase for his company, the New Techno Union's emblem emblazoned boldly on their chests as they stand firm and unmoving.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Little happened in the galactic fashion scene that Matsu Xiangu did not pay attention to. It was an extravagant habit, at times bordering on impractical. Though many designers tended to keep their business away from Sith, still more found their business a boon. After all, who better to give in to the indulgence of buttery fabrics and featherlight tulle than a sect of people that sought excess in all things? It had started when she’d been Empress of Coruscant during the One Sith’s reign, designers sending her their ready-to-wear in crisp boxes, their handbags in elaborate tissue-laden packages, their make-up in lavish sample packs - all in the hopes that she’d be seen on the holonet in their designs and watch their fashion-haus fly off the shelves.

Reaching out, she plucked at the lapel on Xander’s suit, flattening it more out of the desire to feel the fabric than anything truly out of place. “Yes, a good choice indeed…” she murmured, affirming her prior opinion of what had been eventually landed on for him to wear. She got the feeling it wasn’t his scene but he cleaned up well. Slipping her arm underneath his, she guided them to lock loosely at the elbow, tall enough on heels that they could do so without her hanging off him.

They’d already made it past the obnoxious sunspot glare of cameras outside, Matsu familiar enough with the camera to ignore its glare as they slipped inside the venue to see some of the suits from Claire out of Contessa. The Lord planned to see some of Arbide’s couture, but it was hard to resist high-fashion officewear considering how much time she spent in the Unit on Maena these days…

“Drinks first,” she said to her companion, framed as a question but more of a statement as they glided in to a gathering crowd, her fitted dress drawing appreciative nods. Not that she paid attention.

[member="Xander Mavros"] | @anyone​

 

[Xander Mavros]

It didn't really take much convincing to get the madly mental lunatic Scientist to go, which of course, when he had arrived in his first choice of clothing he didn't necessarily understand what he had originally gotten himself in to - or exactly how far down the rabbit hole Matsu was in this Industry.

But how couldn't you?

Yo, chill.

Stupid.

Seriously. . . chill down.

Naturally, her taste in High-Culture and Ultra-Modern settings clearly should have been an indication. So at the aghast gasp she had to palm the life out of when he stood there before her in a pair of Ironed jeans, leather belt, white canvas shoes and a black retro Horror Flick Tee he could only offer a small shrug of inexperience.

Of course, this was a man that had once been running his entire Operation with a toy store Chemistry Set in a tank top, flip flops and a pair of boxer shorts - you honestly wouldn't believe how poorly the heat from that karking thing vented out of his deep level Nar Shaddaa hole in the wall Lab.

BUT! Crisis averted, without too much embarrassment to boot. Now here they were, the alleged Pleasure Planet. . . funny, he doubted it had quite the depraved revelry of the newest and most gluttonous pit of sin in the Galaxy - Maena - had to offer.

Arm-in-arm they entered, he offered smiles where he could, but mostly he found himself out of place in the gasp of camera bulbs and the fawning of Trendy Worshipers. Though, that made him no less amused and interested - he'd always found the world of top end Fashion intriguing, in some way - ever since he'd cracked the binding on a few Magazines waiting in line at the Grocery Mart.

"Kark yeah, man!" Drinks, brilliant idea, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] seemed chock full of those. "So is there like a Bar, or do we wave someone in? Whats up?" He eyed the side of her face over briefly as they breezed in even further, then wide-eyed, began to have a look around.

@Anyone​

 

[Claire Organa]

When she entered the room she could feel it. She could never really explain it to anyone it was a sensation feeling that gentle beat of music combined with the crowd it gave her life. Claire laughed to herself and headed in.

Already the fashion world was showing the eccentric there was a man with a bunch of battle droids now that was new. She couldn't help but wonder what did he represent? Was it the droids? Or something else, jewelry maybe? OOooo or canes since he had a cane. Now that was an idea but not exactly in her wheelhouse. [member="Dresden M'koor"] She was going to have to ask him about the battle droids though.

Then she caught site of the fashionably dressed couple. Claire couldn't help but stare for a few moments. The angles of the dress worn by the woman. She had the perfect build for a model and she dressed like one too. [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Xander Mavros"]

Claire felt a gentle tap on her shoulder looking back a young man held up a tray, ah yes food. "I'll pass for now thanks" Claire was headed off she was hoping to grab the young couple's attention. Today she felt bold she could do this approach a complete stranger and say something like, "Hi, I love your dress. Have you ever thought about doing some modeling?" She smiled at Matsu hoping the nerves didn't show, "OH I'm Claire" Yes her nerves were showing.

Claire was generally the one standing at the bar waiting for someone to talk to her. The proverbial wall flower. But not tonight, not this show