Ratmas Day 11 Boneass: Design an Outfit!

Denali Victoire Lyons
District Five

DID SOMEBODY SAY RATMAS?!

What. If death can't kill this craft-monster then nothing can. Denali smelled snow coming the second the sun rose on November and immediately busted out buckets of glitter. Crafting tulle and evergreen boughs into a festive skirt, she stole ornaments off one of the ohhhhhh... seven or so holiday trees throughout the Lyons mansion, decked herself out in battery operated twinkle lights and sparkly tulle ribbon, and topped that hot mess of nonsense off with —

More glitter. Obviously.

Her sneakers shed flecks of gold in her wake as she giddily bounces around the Ratmas market — screeching with glee at every turn — her hair lit up just as ridiculously as her outfit, thanks to her sister's help. Even her nails are painted to match with red and green plaid and folksy snowflakes that look just like the heirloom straw ornaments hooked onto her skirt. Her purse? YEP. That's shaped like a present. Spoiler: It's full of freshly baked cookies. Looking at Denali, it might almost be easy to forget that this electric joy belongs to a murderer... but don't worry, the crimson leather battle jacket she wears is certainly reminder enough.

P.S. — Cane sword.

Emma Izar - District 11



Coat #1: Dark woolen cardigan. Well loved. A certain Yanimarie may have accidentally torn a hole in the hem yesterday :eyes:

Coat #2: Very warm, definitely someone else's, and much too big. Almost like new, since the owner hasn't had occasion to wear it in the last twenty years...

Pants: Slacks, with leggings worn underneath.

Shoes: Yes, the work boots definitely don't match the rest of the outfit, but ice is slippery okay?

Gloves: Bright pink, to match Vasco's scarf.

Scarf: Purchased from Jordan Hope and Wigan Imberline's stall.

Wedding ring: Worn in a chain around her neck, its iridescent metal curved into a figure eight knot - the symbol for infinity.

Rule one is, you don't kill alligators if you can avoid it. (That's bad luck.) Rule two is, if you have to kill one, you don't let it go to waste. (That's not bad luck. It's a challenge, to entities better left untested.) Tamarack remembers the one now sitting around eir feet and shoulders, remembers saying a soft prayer over its head—though if asked about the shoes, all ey'll give away is the name of the tanner.

She deserves the advertisement; she was good at her job. The Loosestrifes can't throw money around like they used to, but they can still afford finery, and it shows in Tamarack's clothing: sturdy materials, rich dyes, fine craftsmanship, from the bright colors of eir largest scarf to the lifelike scales of the snake winding around the walking cane ey picked up at this very market. It's just a shame, as eir mother keeps hinting and ey keeps deliberately not picking up on, that every single piece of it clashes with the rest.

Bay hasn't always admired the fashion industry, I mean, she managed to win the heart of a now-missing Victor so why would she need to? She won that show on her own merit... but now she needs to remind the world that she still exists, even though Katelyn doesn't. What better way to make a statement than in this number? In the Capitol, fashion does not stop for any type of weather - it's a constant competition, a fight for attention to be seen as the most beautiful and fly, the most 'this', most 'that', and Bay is no different. Sure, it's winter and it's probably going to snow but oh my god - this outfit totally trumps that. It's the perfect mix of white winter princess and that ever-so-subtle Capitol eccentricity everybody knows and loves. If Bay is going to freeze to death, at least she's doing it in this outfit. At least she'll freeze hot!