#zihva

>You wake up to the harsh light of morning pouring in through the cracks in the blinds. You’re laying amidst a pile of discarded news clippings regarding the songbirds, notes and poems you were scribbling out, and no less than two bottles of malt whiskey which you’re pretty sure you didn’t drink and the throbbing in your head is a liar. You also realize that the fashion show is next week, and you haven’t signed up.

You know. Thanalan Fashion Week. The biggest name in, well, Thanalan Fashion. Or was it third? Fourth? Whatever, point is this was BIG, and your partner, Velkha, suggested you attend.

Beside you amongst the clutter is an entry form. All it says, is:

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Name:

Age:

Skills (Rank From Greatest to Least, 1-5):

Fashion Sense:

Reactivity:

Performance:

Ethos:

Empathy:

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You spend some time wondering why your entry slip is so bizarre, before you realize this is a fucking game, and you shouldn’t take that so seriously, are we really breaking the immersion this early?

You fill it out as directed—but what do you think it should say?