Evermore Hollow - 2022-10-17 - Costume Contest (log)

Jastatos 17, 5122 Competition

Hosted by Vrusilla at Ebon Gate 2022 in Evermore Hollow. Along with Vrusilla, this contest was judged by Kreapy. Categories for this year's competition are Most Creative, Most Original, Funniest, Spookiest, and Best Couple.

Introduction

[The Gallivant, Marquee]
Wide vertical stripes of alternating teal and saffron climb the canvas walls of the tent to the roof, sharply ascending to the apexes of the two king poles raising it to lofty heights. A rectangular platform painted in gilt occupies a place of prominence opposite the entrance, elevated slightly above the packed earth floor to give an audience seated on the magpie collection of chairs and benches an excellent view of the entertainment. The scent of buttered popcorn emanates from a bear-painted gnomish contraption standing just inside a tent flap framed in multihued bunches of fruit-shaped glass lamps. You also see a vibrant red-gold fire puppy with a crest of flickering flames. Also here: Lysoft, Chatelaine Carren, High Lady Leifa, Brave Soul Roelon, Vrusilla, The Infamous Treeva, Lucrecea, Missoni, Aryania, Lady Elaejia, Lord Teveriel, Tankla, Lady Uniana, Tabubu, Katara, Lady Missandai, House Sage Archsenex, Lunatick, Kid Kreapy, Lady Akenna, Jaysehn, Lord Obelin Obvious exits: none

Vrusilla says, "Okay, so categories will be Most Creative, Most Original, Funniest, Spookiest, and Best Couple."

Speaking to Kreapy, Vrusilla asks, "Judge with me?" Vrusilla raises an eyebrow.

Kreapy beams happily at Vrusilla!

Kreapy exclaims, "I'm a good judger!"

Vrusilla says, "Okay, if you want to participate, whisper to me and I'll make a list of folks. I'll read the list in a moment to make sure we get

Vrusilla sings:

"Last call for costume contest entries! I have Akenna/Jaysehn, Missoni, Treeva, Tabubu, Katara, Uniana, Caeileen, Tankla"

Vrusilla says, "Winners will have their pick of a few special item options, a regular alteration, lightening, deepening, or a feature changed. You'd pick one."

Vrusilla says, "If you win, we'll get together with you so you know what you have to choose from, at the end."

Vrusilla says, "Akenna/Jaysehn, Missoni, MeliyaraTreeva, Tabubu, Katara, Uniana, Caeileen, Sabotage, Tankla."

Vrusilla exclaims, "I'd like to ask you all to calm down a little bit, and we're going to begin presentations. They should be shortish, and when you're done, you need to tell me that you are DONE!"

Vrusilla asks, "Anyone questions before we start?"

Entrants

Vrusilla recites:

"First up is Akenna and Jaysehn."

Entry #1: Jaysehn and Akenna, the lunar moth

You see Lady Akenna Laeraun-Ranshai the Enchantress.
Due to the grey porcelain mask she wears, it is difficult to determine her race...or even whether she is living or dead.
She is of a slight height. Her features are hidden beneath a silvery grey porcelain mask accented with fern-like antennae, though her sizable dark blue-green eyes shine through. She has lengthy, voluminous alabaster hair arranged into a rounded bun with a large coiled strand escaping to drape against the neck. Little else about her appearance is easy to distinguish.
She has rings of cobalt and aquamarine sigils inked on her left palm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a large-winged moth cloak of emerald green velvet, a decolletage-bearing silvery grey velvet column gown with floor-length lace sleeves, some short sheer silk gloves, an eahnor ring cradled in pale ora, and some silvery grey velvet slippers beaded with cloudy glass moths.

You see Jaysehn Ranshai the Wielder of the Dreaming Spiral.
Due to the star-printed mask he wears, it is difficult to determine his race...or even whether he is living or dead.
He is taller than average. His features are hidden beneath a moon and star-printed mask, though his calculating steel grey eyes shine through. He has shoulder-shorn, dense tawny hair swept back from cheek-grazing strands into a small, neat ponytail. Little else about his appearance is easy to distinguish.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a featureless ivory mask, a voluminous black stalking cloak, and some white mail boots.

Jaysehn nods at Akenna.

Jaysehn strides a few steps forward.

(Akenna steps out in front of the crowd.)

Jaysehn clears his throat.

Jaysehn says, "Our costume is the Lunar Moth."

Jaysehn glances at Akenna and quirks an eyebrow in her direction.

Akenna nods at Jaysehn.

Jaysehn recites:

"A yet to be moth struggles out of her chrysalis and is born into the velvety dark of the night..."

(Akenna crouches low and mimes bursting out of an imaginary cocoon. She looks around at those gathered, her masked face showing signs of fear as she looks around, lost.)

(Jaysehn keeps himself cloaked in dark shroud, pacing around Akenna.)

Jaysehn recites:

"There she pauses to gather her strength, knowing that she must fly..."

(Akenna holds up the wings of her cloak, she mimes them being heavy unable to lift them. She steps in a circle trying to raise them before she lets them fly open and she does a dramatic leap into the air; as she does you notice the brilliancy of her wings: Resembling a limpid large-winged emerald green moth, the velvet of the cloak features dark pink specks festooned along the edges of the emerald green forewings and forest green zigzags located haphazardly along the citrine hindwings.) Jaysehn takes a few steps to his right. Akenna whips her cloak about her dramatically and flounces away. She stops after a few steps and gazes about, partially covering her face with one velvet emerald green limpid large-winged moth wing.

Jaysehn recites:

"And on agile wings, with grace she moves through the shadows..."

(Akenna mimes flying with the wings of her cloak outstretched as she peers into her surroundings as she weaves to and fro in a graceful figure eight.) Jaysehn recites:

"Ever seeking to quench this longing she feels in her soul..."

Akenna bows her head in sorrow, wrapping the emerald green velvet wings of her moth cloak about her. A single moth drifts out of the hood and hovers near her face briefly. (Jaysehn stride right.) Jaysehn recites:

"She searches through the abyss of the dark, through the trees, through the leaves, through the clouds until....there, she finds it!"

(Akenna with her cloak wings outstretched she gracefully glides through those gathered, simulating a flight between trees.) Jaysehn stares at Akenna, folding his arms expectantly across his chest.

(Jaysehn suddenly hurls off his cloak, revealing a figure of gleaming moonlight-hued armor, holding aloft a glowing.) As Jaysehn pushes his shimmering trinket, a shimmer of light briefly overtakes his form. Jaysehn slings a silvery round shield off from over his shoulder. Jaysehn lights his octagonal domed lantern, causing the wick to ignite into a small Liabo-hued flame. Jaysehn raises his octagonal domed lantern overhead, allowing the Liabo-hued flame to illuminate the surroundings better. Jaysehn tenses slightly as a flash of brilliant light rolls across the surface of his suit of ebon armor with an almost imperceptible speed. As he exhales, the light coalesces in his left hand, bathing his round shield in white-hot radiance.

You see Jaysehn Ranshai the Wielder of the Dreaming Spiral.
Due to the star-printed mask he wears, it is difficult to determine his race...or even whether he is living or dead.
He is taller than average. His features are hidden beneath a moon and star-printed mask, though his calculating steel grey eyes shine through. He has shoulder-shorn, dense tawny hair swept back from cheek-grazing strands into a small, neat ponytail. Little else about his appearance is easy to distinguish.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a latticework octagonal domed lantern lit with a burning Liabo-hued flame in his right hand and a silvery round shield in his left hand.
He is wearing a silvery metal breastplate, some silvery arm greaves, a filigree moon and stars wristlet, some silvery leg greaves, and some white mail boots.

Jaysehn recites:

"The perfect light of Liabo. For moths seek out light like we seek out hope..."

(Akenna stops short in front of Jaysehn and gives a small gasp as her face lights up with joy.)

With wild abandon, Akenna flutters about in her cloak, waving its wings of emerald green velvet. An eclipse of spectral moths sails out of the cloak's hood, dark pink specks festooned along the edges of the forewings glimmering in the light. (Akenna circles Jaysehn as she twirls her gown and the wings of her cloak floating on the breeze in a blur of colorful fabric.) Jaysehn recites:

"Always searching, always yearning that it finds us in it's favor and that it blesses us with that which we most desire..."

Jaysehn gazes thoughtfully at Akenna, a small smile crossing his lips. Akenna waves her moth cloak about her in a swirl of velvet, the dark pink specks festooned along the edges of the emerald green forewings releasing a soft fall of glitter. (Akenna leaps gracefully into Jaysehn's arms and places a soft kiss on his lips.)

Vrusilla recites:

"Missoni is up next"

Entry #2: Missoni as Gosaena

missing costume

Missoni nods once.

(Missoni strides to the center of the benches, her layered robes swirling around her ankles and the gossamer streamers on her wings fluttering behind her. Her lips part slightly as if she might speak, but she quickly closes her mouth and turns around silently.)

(Missoni's back is to those gathered as she extends first one wing, then the other. Curving gracefully upward into tall arches, the wings sweep downward at a steep incline, forming elegant lines that are layered in plush, silvery feathers. Gossamer streamers of the same hue emerge from beneath the feathery carpet at irregular intervals, their ends trailing well past the longest flight feathers.)

(Missoni folds her wings, still remaining silent as the grave. She tosses her silvery white hair over her shoulder before she turns around, the long locks falling between her wings.)

(Missoni scans the crowd with her crystal blue eyes. White feathers swirl across her form, spiraling away on an unseen breeze before she makes a final, silent gesture with her arm, sweeping it outward as if wielding a sickle.)

(Missoni stills her movements, her chin inclined slightly.)

Missoni bows.

Missoni murmurs, "Thank you."

Vrusilla recites:

"Next we will be seeing the costume stylings of Meliyara and Treeva!"

Entry #3: Meliyara and Treeva the fuzzy fuschia waffles

missing costume Meliyara beckons Treeva closer with a slow curl of her forefinger.

Treeva exclaims, "Oh right, it's time for the waffle romance saga!"

Meliyara grins mischievously.

Treeva glances between Jaysehn and Akenna.

Treeva clears her throat. (Treeva does a meaningful hop-twirl with Meliyara, sending her syrup reminiscent cape ripping outward, murmuring something about romance.)

Treeva nods at Akenna.

Jaysehn glances up.

Treeva exclaims, "Toppings are important!"

Meliyara notes, "Waffles are an important part of any breakfast, and any romance story."

Treeva exclaims, "Strawberries are pretty great, but syrup is the most important part of finding love!"

Speaking to Treeva, Meliyara agrees, "Smothering in syrup is definitely critical."

Treeva says, "You can use chocolate chips if you like, but Meliyara and I, we just found good old fashioned syrup love."

Treeva exclaims, "Why, our love is so passionate." She looks down in despair for a long moment at her bodysuit. "It poked a hole in my waffle print!"

Treeva shows Vrusilla her waffle print bodysuit.

Meliyara furtively glances at Treeva.

Treeva shows Kreapy her waffle print bodysuit.

Vrusilla's jaw drops.

Treeva nods somberly.

Treeva says, "A HOLE."

Treeva says, "That is the power of true syrup love."

Meliyara sighs, "And the berries rolled away."

Treeva twirls with Meliyara as they sashay in a graceful circle to the left.

Treeva nods in agreement at Meliyara.

Treeva says, "Disappeared they did."

Meliyara nods knowingly.

Treeva says, "I think that concludes our performance."

Treeva gazes admiringly at Meliyara.

Straightening her back, Treeva gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.

Meliyara leans on Treeva.

Vrusilla recites:

"The next person up is Tabubu."

Entry #4: Tabubu, the Angle of Death of Naidem

missing costume

Tabubu confidently strides a few steps forward.

Tabubu quietly says, "'I am the Angle of Death of Naidem."

Tabubu demurely lowers her moonlight silver eyes.

Tabubu quietly says, "You might remember earlier on in the festival at the scary stories."

Tabubu glances between Vrusilla and Kreapy.

Tabubu quietly says, "And a few other places."

Tabubu taps a large gold-stringed treasure bag embroidered with the emblem of Moonshine Manor that she is wearing.

Tabubu laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Kreapy nods at Tabubu.

Tabubu quietly says, "Well that is what I am here to remind you of."

Tabubu quietly says, "The warning."

Tabubu recites firmly:

"The message of death is that spiritual growth brings pain.

It isn't easy to let go of certain behaviors or beliefs,

to admit errors in thought and practice."

Tabubu recites enticingly:

"Be wary regarding fear of change or letting go of outmoded ideas.

Fear of change leads to stagnation,

which might be longer lasting and more painful than a clean death."

Tabubu rolls her shoulders, causing her black wings to move back and forth lazily.

Tabubu narrows her moonlight silver eyes, her expression utterly hidden behind the confines of her angelic mask.

Tabubu nods.

Tabubu takes a few steps back.

Tabubu enticingly says, "That is that."

Vrusilla recites:

"Katara, the floor is yours!"

Entry #5: Katara the diver

missing costume

Katara removes a cracked but ornate door costume painted to read "Caligos Cruises" from in her cerulean silk wrap.

Katara nods.

Katara drops a cracked but ornate door costume painted to read "Caligos Cruises".

Katara grins.

Katara taps a cracked but ornate door costume painted to read "Caligos Cruises".

Katara recites:

"So folks.. listen"

Katara recites:

"I went to this lil isle called caligos"

Katara recites:

"They wanted a diving person"

(Katara indicates her title.)

Kreapy gazes at Katara.

Katara recites:

"And I won"

Katara recites:

"I was thrilled but then..."

Katara recites:

"Oh my.. the darn isle blew up"

Katara recites:

"Fire, death,, unicorns everywhere"

Katara recites:

"It kinda blew too"

Katara recites:

"Grabbed the door here with the boyfriend"

Katara recites:

"Boyfriend didn't make it"

Katara recites:

"But here I is... wondering why"

Katara recites:

"Why.. are the people here so"

Katara recites:

"Insubstantional"

Katara recites:

"Folks.. I"d say don't stick around"

Katara removes a branch of petrified driftwood carved with, "Caligos refugee! Will dive for food!" from in her cerulean silk wrap.

Katara recites:

"If anyone needs help! I need a job!"

Katara waves.

Katara recites:

"Laters!"

Katara giggles.

Kreapy giggles.

Katara curtsies.

Vrusilla recites:

"Opalina is our next performer."

Entry #6: Opalina the bear

You see Lightweaver Opalina Jalcon the Explorer.
Due to the bear mask she wears, it is difficult to determine her race...or even whether she is living or dead.
She is shorter than average. Her features are hidden beneath a snarling frost white bear mask bearing ivory fangs, though her large brilliant cerulean eyes shine through. She has waist length, wavy deep red hair. Little else about her appearance is easy to distinguish.
She has a set of silver rings with tiny dangling crystalline snowflakes in the upper ridge of her left ear, a petite faceted ruby arrow in the upper ridge of her right ear, a teacup-cradled clockwork mouse tattoo on her leg, a niveous-inked fall of tiny snowflakes on her ear, and a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril.
She is in good shape.
Her evenly proportioned, plain face is framed by a hood lined in ermine and her curvaceous figure is swaddled by the silvery white bearskin coat that she is wearing.

Opalina quietly exclaims, "Oh!"

Opalina kneels down.

(Opalina crawls to the center of the group.)

Kreapy gazes at Opalina.

(Opalina bumps into Katara.)

Opalina growls to herself.

Opalina licks Leifa's cheek sloppily. Yuck!

Leifa looks at Opalina and squeals.

Opalina begs and pleads with Tikba.

Tikba raises her hands in surrender!

Opalina stands up.

Opalina bows.

Opalina roars!

Opalina bows.

Kreapy applauds Opalina.

Kreapy exclaims, "Scary bear!"

Opalina glances at Kreapy and makes a little purring sound.

Vrusilla recites:

"Everyone please turn your attention to our next performer, Uniana."

Entry #7: Uniana

You see Lady Uniana Anduin Nalfein.
She appears to be a Gjenganger.
She is shorter than average. Her age is indeterminate due to the constant state of shift that overtakes her features, causing her to at one moment look young and at another ravaged by age. She has violet-shadowed, pale lilac eyes and water-sheened ivory skin. She has long, silky black cherry-hued hair twisted into loose ringlets. Her movements are accentuated by a fluid, waterlike motion.
She has a thin scar of delicate intertwined thorns on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a golden eahnor backsword in her right hand.
She is wearing a billowing crimson cape, a tiny bronze-thorned stem, a wyvern-stitched golden suede tabard over a dark crimson jacket adorned at the shoulders with gold braid tied into one knot of rank, a suede and carved willow case, some carnelian cotton pants, and a pair of polished black boots.

(Uniana heads upwards toward the platform and stands off to one corner. After a moment, she cautiously begins to cross the stage.)

(Uniana wields the eahnor backsword with a look of confidence, though her grip suggests an absence of training and strength. Her chin remains arched upward as her eyes scan the area dutifully.)

Speaking in Elven, Uniana quietly acknowledges something you don't understand.

(Uniana takes a few steps forward before freezing in place with an audible gasp, her shoulders wrench behind her as something has pierced her silently from behind.) Vrusilla takes a moment to observe Uniana.

Kreapy's jaw drops.

Uniana weakly curses, "It cannot end like this."

Vrusilla cocks her head.

(Uniana presses her cheek to the side of her blade, closing her eyes as she prays in a hollowed tone, laden with faint desperation, "do not let this be the my finality. Give me the strength to lend my blood and my blade to my people...a little bit more...")

(Uniana mimes falling forward with an anguished look but just as her form grazes the floor, her body disappears.)

With a barely perceptible twitch of her fingers, Uniana mouths a quiet phrase.

Uniana gestures. Uniana suddenly disappears.

Kreapy gasps.

Uniana dons her winding garland.

Vrusilla's jaw drops.

Uniana suddenly fades into view.

(Uniana dips slightly from now standing fully upright, allowing the red blade-like leaves along her body to undulate faintly with the movement.)

Uniana solemnly vows, "I will bend but never break. My blades will serve as a promise. My trunk entwined with my lost company for we are stronger together. Forever will I weep sanguine to remind those of the cost of duty."

Uniana tilts her head up.

(Uniana offers a deep bow, her crimson leaves haloing her head briefly.)

Vrusilla recites:

"Next will be Caeileen."

Entry #8: Caeileen the bumblebee

You see Caeileen Cathmhaol.
Due to the saewehna mask she wears, it is difficult to determine her race...or even whether she is living or dead.
She is tall. Her features are hidden beneath a yellow sapphire-dusted saewehna mask overlaid in blossom-patterned faenor filigree, though her feral misty green eyes shine through. She has short, fuzzy black hair with tiny protrusions extending stiffly out from either side. Little else about her appearance is easy to distinguish.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a black-striped bright yellow bodice with gossamer wing-shaped sleeves, a pointy black velvet stinger, a bright purple freesia-shaped skirt with a slim leaf green underskirt, and some grass-stained socks.

(Caeileen flits to the rectangular platform, seeming to float on gossamer wings as she turns to face the assemblage.)

Caeileen smiles.

Caeileen assures, "You will bee all abuzz with the intricacies of my costume."

Caeileen waspishly says, "You will marvel at the flight - and dismay at the plight - of the humble yet majestic..."

As Caeileen pushes her shimmering trinket, a shimmer of light briefly overtakes her form.

Caeileen states, "Bumblebee."

Vrusilla giggles.

Caeileen buzzes about fussily in her bumblebee costume, looking for something.

Caeileen says, "Now, many think that the bumblebee doesn't sting. But indeed.."

Kreapy glances between Caeileen and a glowing glass jar preserving a slimy pink earthworm.

Caeileen glances at Kreapy.

Caeileen waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Caeileen reaches out and touches her black velvet stinger.

Caeileen shifts out one hip, her bum roll adding to the sinuous s-curve of her body.

Caeileen drones, "The queen and her workers do."

Caeileen explains, "And we make honey, although the reason you rarely see any is that - unlike those other bees..."

Caeileen paces back and forth.

Caeileen scoffs.

Caeileen firmly says, "We do not hoard it."

Caeileen boasts, "We are good stewards of Elanthia, helping to spread pollen far and wide."

Caeileen tilts her head up.

Caeileen sadly says, "Yet, we are much maligned, and often..."

Caeileen casually observes her surroundings.

Caeileen leans forward.

Caeileen whispers aloud, "Destroyed."

Caeileen tilts her head down.

Caeileen lightly touches her fingers to the brow of her saewehna mask, closing her misty green eyes as she does.

Caeileen leans back.

Caeileen gasps.

Caeileen clasps her hand over her mouth.

Caeileen nods once.

Caeileen says, "So next time you see the humble, majestic bumblebee in your garden..."

Caeileen casually observes her surroundings.

Caeileen implores, "Leave...it..."

Caeileen jokes, "Bee."

Kreapy giggles.

Caeileen wiggles, causing the wings of her bumblebee costume to flutter rapidly. She buzzes merrily.

A butterfly rises up from Caeileen's fingers, hovering in the air as its wings beat in a flurry of deep turquoise tinged lemon yellow light before returning to its resting place.

Vrusilla recites:

"Okay, we've reached our last performance"

Vrusilla recites:

"Next we have"

Vrusilla recites:

"Tankla"

Entry #9: Tankla the cat

You see Tankla.
Due to the black cat mask she wears, it is difficult to determine her race...or even whether she is living or dead.
She is diminutive. Her features are hidden beneath a whiskered black cat mask with sapphire eyes, though her long-lashed indigo eyes shine through. She has waist length, curly raven-hued hair lightly drawn back within a soft crocheted black chenille snood, while allowing the wavy bangs to tumble free to frame the face. Little else about her appearance is easy to distinguish.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing some pink and black silk cat ears, a whiskered black cat mask with sapphire eyes, a burnished brass bell on a shiny red leather collar, a soft crocheted black chenille wrap, a soft crocheted black chenille satchel slung over her shoulder, a soft crocheted black chenille carryall, a soft black velvet shirt, some paw-shaped black fur mittens, a sinuous black fur tail adorned with a large red silk bow, a soft crocheted black chenille pouch, a soft crocheted black chenille bag, a soft red leather kitten carrier stained with greasy black pawprints, some soft black velvet pants, and some paw-shaped black fur shoes.

Tankla smiles vaguely as she wanders out of the crowd, her black fur tail swaying as she walks.

Tankla gives her fluffy pink kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla softly says, "Some people call me crazy...."

Tankla gives her brown tabby kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla softly says, "I can't imagine why."

Kreapy glances between a green-eyed brown tabby kitten and a glowing glass jar preserving a slimy pink earthworm.

Tankla gives her brown tabby kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla says, "Just because I like cats...."

Tankla gives her cameo tabby kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Speaking to Kreapy, Lucrecea whispers aloud, "I don't think it will fit."

Tankla sits down.

Tankla asks, "Why does that make me crazy?"

Tankla gives her red tabby kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla says, "I only have a few...."

Tankla gives her spotted bengal kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla gives her black and white kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla gives her brown tabby kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Hissing with kittenish ire, a copper-eyed spotted bengal kitten pounces upon a golden-eyed brown tabby kitten, causing the hapless brown tabby kitten to mew and back away in consternation.

Tankla gives her cameo tabby kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla gives her calico kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

Tankla asks, "10 isn't so many, right?"

Speaking to a blue-eyed fluffy pink kitten, Tankla exclaims, "Listen up, kitties! It's lesson time!"

Tankla removes a shiny red leather book titled "Kitten Survival Guide: How to Avoid Rozy" from in her black chenille wrap.

Tankla waves a shiny red leather book titled "Kitten Survival Guide: How to Avoid Rozy" at a chocolate calico kitten.

Tankla opens her red leather book.

Tankla shows a chocolate calico kitten her red leather book.

Tankla says, "This is a Rozy... a Rozy is bad for your health."

(Tankla nods solemnly.)

Tankla exclaims, "When you see her, run away!"

Tankla put a shiny red leather book titled "Kitten Survival Guide: How to Avoid Rozy" in her black chenille wrap.

Tankla says, "Ok, let's go find you all something to eat."

Tankla bows.

Tankla stands up.

Tankla walks toward Katara.

Tankla taps something in a soft red leather kitten carrier stained with greasy black pawprints.

Vrusilla says, "The Kid and I will be discussing the performances, then we'll announce."

Results

Vrusilla says, "I'll announce the categories now." Vrusilla recites:

"Our winners for best couple are Akenna and Jaysehn!"

Vrusilla recites:

"Missoni is our winner for Spookiest!"

Vrusilla recites:

"Opalina as the bear has won Most Original!"

Vrusilla recites:

"Uniana absolutely wins for Most Creative!"

Vrusilla recites:

"And finally, Caeileen's bee performance wins for Funniest!"

Vrusilla recites:

"We appreciate all of you putting your time and effort into performing and showing off what you've put together for us"

Kreapy adopts an agreeable expression.

Vrusilla recites:

"It was a really tough call in a lot of areas."

Kreapy agrees with Vrusilla.