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    Because sketchy was killing all of her muse on a thread between Prim and Sola, and was trying to save it, this post would be short. The alabaster figure of Primavera was simply sitting in the middle of camp, twisting her claw in the dirt. The only person that knew she was here, really, was Sola. And that had to change, because she needed to get her fabulousness up, and torture Fefe. Obviously. So why not host a meet and greet? Couldn't hurt, anyway.


    "MEET AND GREET. OH AND FELIX IF YOU'RE HEAR I DEMAND YOU GET OVER HERE SO I CAN GIVE YOU A MAKEOVER - MY TECHNIQUES HAVE IMPROVED."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-width: 0px; height: auto; width: 275px; text-align: justify; color: #374030;]"MEET AND GREET. OH AND FELIX IF YOU'RE HEAR I DEMAND YOU GET OVER HERE SO I CAN GIVE YOU A MAKEOVER - MY TECHNIQUES HAVE IMPROVED."


    Well, didn't that sound...interesting. Therefore, Triste decided to pad on over, looking curiously at the white she-kit. The feline seemed to be scratching in the dirt, but not making anything. Since Tristan was a total flirt, he gave a cocky grin as he sat down next to Prima. "Tristan Mortem. And you can give me a make-over any time," he would say.
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    Upon hearing his offer, not completely oblivious to the flirting, though, the warrior-aged feline cocked an eyebrow, a mischievous grin slipping onto her face. "Really?" Oh, this poor guy didn't know WHAT he was getting into. Ask any Elitist, they would tell you to run the hell away when makeovers were brought up, and she was involved. "You sure?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-width: 0px; height: auto; width: 275px; text-align: justify; color: #374030;]"Really? You sure?"


    Something about the alabaster she-cat's words made the timber wolf halt. She sounded way too excited about this whole thing. "Err...what might this makeover entail?" Triste asked, cautiously edging away just in case she went psycho. "Oh, and what's your name? I'm Tristan Mortem," the timber wolf pup said, regaining his confidence.
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    "Welll....." She paused, stopping to consider her options. He could get the classic look, or maybe the diva. Whichever, depended on his personality. And of course, there were so many other looks....Huh. "Oh you know, just the usual - glitter, scarves, bows, and a touch of fabulousness." She smiled, flicking her tailtip in the process. "I'm Primavera, by the way, but you can call me Prim."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]"Prim's off limits. Sorry Tris," the approaching timber wolf would bark with a smile, coming over to the duo, curiously eyeing her son. Personally, the cabinet member would love to see Prim give Tristan a makeover. It'd be absolutely priceless.

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]If Felix did end up getting "made over", Lorem absolutely wanted to be there. The dick had it coming to him. As long as he didn't look more fabulous than the stag, of course. "Lorem Ipsum," he introduced, "one of two leaders in the Bureau."


    [align=center][size=8]"My...late wife could have used a makeover." remarked Requiem, limping over to the assorted Bureau members. "Her face closely resembled a pig's bottom, you see. Fabulousness might have helped her, may she rest in eternal pain." he eased himself into a sitting position and smiled briefly. "Requiem - hello, everyone."

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    She had once given Felix a makeover, back in the Elite. That was fun. It was like a triple deal - giving Grim, Prongs, and Felix a new look at the same time. It was fabulous. Grinning at Sola telling her son off, the female's attention flickered over to Lorem - she had the Ipsum last name as well, courtesy of being a guard. "Hi, I'm Primavera Valerius Ipsum, ex-elite guard. Call me Prim! Everyone does. Have you seen Felix?"


    [align=center][size=8]Oh, sure, ignore the new guy. A good way to be welcoming. thought the tabby; Requiem's interest heightened. He waved a paw in her line of sight, not trying to be insolent, but trying to catch Prim's attention. "Helllllllloooooo? I am not Felix, but it's nice to meet you?"

    "Elite." She shrugged, flicking an ear in the process. "Good times, dude. Lots of memories - I gave Felix a makeover once, plus I was a guard, and there were some FABULOUS parties yours truly helped plan."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-width: 0px; height: auto; width: 275px; text-align: justify; color: #374030;]"What? Why?" Tristan whined innocently, although the grin on his face gave it away. "I'm Tristan Mortem, by the way." Royal kinda wanted to put something extremely dirty after that but decided not to.


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