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Moody Garments are scripted garments released during June 2022 Rumor Woods and sold at Tempered Threads. These garments have a set of verbs that vary based on the garment's current "mood." The mood can be changed by inserting one of several possible runes into the garment, allowing for a variety of verb sets.
Analyze
This pewter grey vest is a Moody Garment! When eligible rune items (most non-blank runestones with the "runestone" noun, bloodrunes, and moodstones) are inserted, it has the ability to confer messaging outputs from the player and garment that reflect the rune item's associated mood/flavor. PUSH (with rune item in the oppposite hand) to insert, PULL to remove, and LOOK ON to see the type of inserted rune item.
This vest is currently Tier 2 (of 2). It traps for: TILT, EXPRESS, POSE, RAISE, PUSH, PULL, WEAR, REMOVE, and ATTEND. TILT, EXPRESS, and RAISE include player target options via "at/with".
Aesthetic alterations are allowed. The noun must remain a synonym of bodice or vest-like nouns that wrap around the front and back (e.g. no aprons). No nouns or alterations that contradict the presence of a neckline and a lower hem that reaches down at least as far as the waist. No nouns or alterations that contradict the waistband as sitting at the waist.
Messaging that relies on an item being visible will not display if it is tucked out of sight.
Tier 1Usage
| Verb
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Mood
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First
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Third
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| PUSH
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Moodless
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Pushing your hands up into the air, you stretch and twirl while admiring the fit of your pewter grey vest.
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Pushing her hands up into the air, XXX stretches and twirls while admiring the fit of her pale grey bliaut.
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| Polite
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- polite civility by way of a courteous, tempered expression.
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XXX fairly emanates polite civility by way of her courteous, tempered expression.
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| Angry
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- anger by way of tensing up and glaring ill-temperedly.
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XXX fairly emanates anger by way of his/her tense body language in concert with his/her ill-tempered glare.
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| Studious
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- scholarly bent by way of a knowing facial expression punctuated by an inquisitive quirk of your brow.
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XXX fairly emanates a scholarly air by way of her knowing facial expression, which is punctuated by an inquisitive quirk of her brow.
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| Bloodlust
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- bloodlust by way of licking and smacking your lips in a hungry fashion.
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XXX fairly emanates bloodlust by way of his licking and smacking his lips in a hungry fashion.
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| Anxious
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- anxious nerves by way of an acutely apprehensive expression.
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XXX fairly emanates anxious nerves by way of her acutely apprehensive expression.
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| Flirtatious
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- flirtatiousness by way of a vivaciously inviting mien and a cheeky wiggle of your hips.
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XXX fairly emanates flirtatiousness by way of his/her vivaciously inviting mien and cheeky wiggle of his/her hips.
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| PULL
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Moodless
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First primping your short, chestnut hair, you then tug at your pewter grey vest's neckline while making small, quick adjustments to it.
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First primping her raggedly cut, blue-black hair, XXX then tugs at her pale grey bliaut's neckline and makes small, quick adjustments to it.
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| Diplomatic
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Drawing in a conservative breath, you ever so slightly tug at your pewter grey vest's neckline while gathering your thoughts, then release it in a long, slow exhale.
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Drawing in a conservative breath, XXX ever so slightly tugs at her pale grey bliaut's neckline, then releases the air in a long, slow exhale.
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| Angry
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Drawing in a single, hissing breath, you crossly tug at your pewter grey vest's neckline while louring with fierce displeasure.
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Drawing in a single, hissing breath, XXX crossly tugs at his/her <garment>'s neckline while louring with fierce displeasure.
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| Studious
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Drawing in a deep, focused breath, you pensively tug at your pale grey bliaut's neckline while attempting to identify the composition, and any distinguishing aspects of, the air's makeup, quality, and contributing scents.
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Drawing in a deep breath, XXX pensively tugs at her pale grey bliaut's neckline while otherwise appearing incredibly focused, as if ascertaining the properties of the air she has just inhaled.
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| Bloodlust
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Breathing shallowly, you unceremoniously tug at your long-sleeved shirt's neckline while your vision blurs, and you allow the feelings of bloodlust blanketing you to momentarily overwhelm you.
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Breathing shallowly, XXX unceremoniously tugs at his long-sleeved shirt's neckline and, as his eyes unfocus, he appears savagely unhinged for a moment.
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| Anxious
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Gulping for air, you desperately tug at your cotton skirt's side while attempting to calm yourself enough to regulate your breathing.
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Gulping for air, XXX desperately tugs at her cotton skirt's side while making clear attempts to calm herself and regulate her breathing.
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| Flirtatious
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Feeling quite breathless, you lightly tug at your <garment>'s neckline while rapidly fanning your face with your hand.
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Looking quite breathless, XXX lightly tugs at his/her <garment>'s neckline.
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| WEAR
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Moodless
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You easily slide into your pewter grey vest and set its fit on your form to rights.
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XXX easily slides into her pale grey bliaut and sets its fit on her form and fall of fabric to rights.
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| Diplomatic
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As you slide your pewter grey vest on, an unnaturally strong urge to act politely washes over you, and you find yourself tempering your expression into one of exquisite civility.
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As XXX slides his pewter grey vest on, he tempers his expression into one of exquisite civility.
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| Angry
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As you slide your pewter grey vest on, an unnaturally strong anger washes over you, and you find yourself unable to hide your sudden pique.
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As XXX slides his pewter grey vest on, he exudes anger via his visible pique.
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| Studious
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As you slide your pale grey bliaut on, an unnaturally strong interest in scholarly pursuits washes over you, and you find yourself carefully studying your surroundings for any useful nuggets of information.
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As XXX slides her pale grey bliaut on, she examines the surroundings with a studious expression.
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| Bloodlust
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As you slide your long-sleeved shirt on, an unnaturally strong bloodlust washes over you, and you find yourself looking around for someone or something to stab.
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As XXX slides his long-sleeved shirt on, he looks around with an unnervingly bloodthirsty expression.
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| Anxious
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As you slide your cotton skirt on, an unnaturally strong nervousness washes over you, and you find yourself anxiously chewing on your lip.
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As XXX slides her cotton skirt on, she wears an anxious expression while chewing on her lip.
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| Flirtatious
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s you slide your <garment> on, an unnaturally strong, flirtatious mood washes over you, and you find yourself wearing an overtly sultry gaze.
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As XXX slides his/her <garment> on, he/she just as smoothly dons an overtly sultry gaze.
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| REMOVE
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Moodless
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In a brief flurry of organza and limbs, you peel off your pale grey bliaut.
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In a brief flurry of organza and limbs, XXX peels off her pale grey bliaut.
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| Diplomatic
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As you peel off your pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, the unnaturally strong urge to act politely that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off her pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, she inexplicably seems a touch less polite in mood.
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| Angry
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As you peel off your <garment> in a brief flurry of <fabric> and limbs, the unnaturally strong anger that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off his/her <garment> in a brief flurry of <fabric> and limbs, he/she inexplicably seems a touch less angry.
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| Studious
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As you peel off your pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, the unnaturally strong interest in scholarly pursuits that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off her pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, she inexplicably seems a touch less scholarly in her airs.
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| Bloodlust
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As you peel off your long-sleeved shirt in a brief flurry of silk satin and limbs, the unnaturally strong bloodlust that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off his long-sleeved shirt in a brief flurry of silk satin and limbs, he inexplicably seems a touch less bloodthirsty.
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| Anxious
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As you peel off your <garment> in a brief flurry of <fabric> and limbs, the unnaturally strong nervousness that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off his/her <garment> in a brief flurry of <fabric> and limbs, he/she inexplicably seems a touch less nervous.
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| Flirtatious
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As you peel off your <garment> in a brief flurry of <fabric> and limbs, the unnaturally strong, flirtatious mood that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off his/her <garment> in a brief flurry of <fabric> and limbs, he/she inexplicably seems a touch less flirtatious.
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| ATTEND
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Moodless
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With one effortless swipe of your hand, you straighten the baize fabric of your trousers.
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With one effortless swipe of her hand, she straightens the organza fabric of her bliaut.
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| Diplomatic
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You reticently smooth and straighten out the baize fabric of your vest.
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XXX reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her bliaut.
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| Angry
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You angrily jerk your hands down and seethe while smoothing out the baize fabric of your vest.
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XXX angrily jerks his/her hands down and visibly seethes while smoothing out the <fabric> fabric of his/her <garment>.
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| Studious
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You ponder various angles of issues besetting your profession, your hands distractedly smoothing out the organza fabric of your bliaut.
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XXX falls into a pedantic trance, her hands distractedly smoothing out the organza fabric of her bliaut.
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| Bloodlust
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You menacingly rake your nails along the silk satin fabric of your shirt, hardly doing it any favors.
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XXX menacingly rakes his nails along the silk satin fabric of his shirt, hardly doing it any favors.
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| Anxious
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You anxiously worry at the qiviut and cotton fabric of your skirt.
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XXX anxiously worries at the qiviut and cotton fabric of her skirt.
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| Flirtatious
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You coquettishly wink while smoothing down the <fabric> fabric of your <garment>.
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XXX coquettishly winks while smoothing down the <fabric> fabric of his/her <garment>.
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Tier 2Usage
| Verb
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Mood
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First
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Third
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| TILT
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Moodless
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You make your way around the area, showing your pewter grey vest off with flutters of your hand and simple twists to-and-fro.
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XXX makes his/her way around the area, showing his/her <garment> off with flutters of his/her hand and simple twists to-and-fro.
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| Polite
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your vest's fit, you employ an array of diplomatic mannerisms as you measuredly move around the area.
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XXX employs an array of diplomatic mannerisms as she measuredly moves around the area.
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| Angry
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your vest's fit, you simmer with rage as you sweep around the area.
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XXX simmers with rage as he/she sweeps around the area.
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| Studious
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your skirt's fit, you mull over various academic questions as you stride around the area.
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XXX has the look of an academic muse as she strides around the area.
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| Bloodlust
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your skirt's fit, you stalk around the area with murderous intent.
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XXX stalks around the area with a murderous look in his/her eyes.
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| Anxious
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your skirt's fit, you stutter-step around the area before nervously skittering back to where you started.
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XXX stutter-steps around the area before nervously skittering back to where she started.
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| Flirtatious
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your <garment>'s fit, you saunter around the area with the full weight of your charm on display.
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XXX saunters around the area with the full weight of his/her charm on display.
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| TILT (at)
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Moodless
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You make your way toward YYY, showing your <garment> off to him/her with flutters of your hand and simple twists to-and-fro.
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XXX makes his/her way toward you, showing his/her <garment> off for you with flutters of his/her hand and simple twists to-and-fro.
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| Polite
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your vest's fit, you employ an array of diplomatic mannerisms as you approach YYY.
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XXX employs an array of diplomatic mannerisms as he approaches you.
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| Angry
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your <garment>'s fit, you simmer with rage as you sweep over to YYY.
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XXX simmers with rage as he/she sweeps over to you.
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| Studious
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your skirt's fit, you ready various academic arguments in your mind as you stride over to YYY.
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XXX has the look of an academic warrior as she strides over to you.
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| Bloodlust
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your <garment>'s fit, you stalk toward YYY with murderous intent.
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XXX stalks toward you with a murderous look in his/her eyes.
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| Anxious
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your skirt's fit, you stutter-step toward YYY before nervously skittering back several steps.
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XXX stutter-steps toward you nervously skittering back several steps.
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| Flirtatious
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your <garment>'s fit, you turn on the full weight of your charm as you saunter toward YYY.
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XXX turns on the charm as he/she saunters toward you.
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| EXPRESS
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Moodless
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Without saying a word, you make a display of expressing your opinion by dramatically flicking a hand against your pewter grey vest and flinging it up into the air. Except that unless there are mind-readers present, it's a toss-up as to whether your theatrics were understood.
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Without saying a word, XXX makes a display of dramatically flicking a hand against his/her <garment> and flinging it up into the air.
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| Polite
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you radiate a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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XXX radiates a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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| Angry
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you feel your jaw tighten and your muscles tense, and several veins in your forehead practically pulse with the pressure as you quietly brood.
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XXX visibly tenses, his/her jaw tightening and his/her muscles contracting, as he/she quietly broods.
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| Studious
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Drawing upon your cotton skirt's mood, you extol on the benefits of scholarly pursuits with bookish enthusiasm.
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XXX extols on the benefits of scholarly pursuits with bookish enthusiasm.
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| Bloodlust
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Drawing upon your pleated white skirt's mood, you are wracked with strange, tortured pangs as you vociferously declare your intent to spill blood this night.
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XXX appears intermittently tortured as he/she vociferously declares his/her intent to spill blood on this night.
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| Anxious
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Drawing upon your cotton skirt's mood, you clutch at your stomach; you feel as if the knot in your stomach brought on by nerves just doubled in size.
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XXX appears overcome with nerves as she fretfully clutches at her stomach.
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| Flirtatious
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Drawing upon your <garment>'s mood, you turn this way and that while simpering with flirtatious verve.
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XXX turns this way and that while simpering with flirtatious verve.
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| EXPRESS (at)
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Moodless
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Without saying a word, you make a display of expressing your opinion of YYY by dramatically flicking a hand against your <garment> and flinging it out in YYY's direction. Except that unless there are mind-readers present, it's a toss-up as to whether your theatrics were understood.
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Without saying a word, XXX makes a display of dramatically flicking a hand against his/her <garment> and flinging it out in your direction.
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| Polite
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you focus your attention on YYY and radiate a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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XXX focuses his attention on you and radiates a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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| Angry
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you focus your attention on YYY and feel your jaw tighten and your muscles tense, and several veins in your forehead practically pulse with the pressure as you quietly brood.
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XXX focuses his attention on you and visibly tenses, his jaw tightening and his muscles contracting, as he quietly broods.
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| Studious
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Drawing upon your cotton skirt's mood, you focus your attention on YYY and extol on the benefits of scholarly pursuits with bookish enthusiasm.
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XXX focuses her attention on you and extols on the benefits of scholarly pursuits with bookish enthusiasm.
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| Bloodlust
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Drawing upon your <garment>'s mood, you focus your attention on YYY and are wracked with strange, tortured pangs as you vociferously declare your intent to spill his/her blood this night.
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XXX focuses his/her attention on you and appears intermittently tortured as he/she vociferously declares his/her intent to spill your blood on this night.
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| Anxious
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Drawing upon your cotton skirt's mood, you focus your attention on YYY and feel your nerves go haywire, and you break out into a cold sweat.
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XXX focuses her attention on you and appears overcome with nerves and suddenly breaks out into a cold sweat.
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| Flirtatious
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Drawing upon your <garment>'s mood, you focus your attention on YYY and turn this way and that while simpering with flirtatious verve.
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XXX focuses his/her attention on you and turns this way and that while simpering with flirtatious verve.
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| POSE
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Moodless
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Idly picking at the baize of your pewter grey vest, you fluidly shift from one attitude to another.
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Idly picking at the <fabric> of XXX's pewter grey vest, XXX fluidly shifts from one attitude to another.
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| Polite
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Carefully folding your hands and resting them against the front of your pewter grey vest, you settle into a politely refined pose.
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Carefully folding her hands and resting them against the front of her cotton skirt, XXX settles into a politely refined pose.
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| Angry
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You dig your nails into the side of your pewter grey vest, grit your teeth, and glower.
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XXX digs his/her nails into the side of his/her <garment>, grits his/her teeth, and glowers.
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| Studious
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Flattening your hands against your cotton skirt, you lift your head with an erudite air and focus on observing your surroundings.
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Flattening her hands against her cotton skirt, XXX lifts her head with an erudite air and seems to focus on observing the surroundings.
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| Bloodlust
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Snarling with savage viciousness, you tightly grip the flyrsilk of your pleated white skirt, barely managing to keep your sanguinary urges in check.
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Snarling with savage viciousness, XXX tightly grips the <fabric> of his/her <garment>, a sanguinary expression on his/her face.
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| Anxious
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Fidgting apprehensively, you clutch the qiviut and cotton of your cotton skirt, occasionally relaxing your death grip just enough to wiggle some circulation back into your fingers.
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| Flirtatious
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In concert with teasingly running two fingers across the sides of your <garment>, you lean back in a provocative attitude.
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In concert with teasingly running two fingers across the sides of XXX's <garment>, XXX leans back in a provocative attitude.
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| RAISE
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Moodless
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You raise a hand to your waist and set it against your pewter grey vest, tilting that arm out akimbo while gazing around.
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XXX raises a hand to his/her waist and sets it against his/her <garment>, tilting that arm out akimbo while gazing around.
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| Polite
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Smiling discerningly, you fold your hands against the front of your pewter grey vest, lift your shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrain from commentary.
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Smiling discerningly, XXX folds her hands against the front of her cotton skirt, lifts her shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrains from commenting.
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| Angry
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Casting an enraged glance about that seems to land nowhere in particular, you lift one hand from the side of your pewter grey vest to your mouth and, balling it into a fist, scream into it.
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Casting an enraged glance about that seems to land nowhere in particular, XXX lifts one hand from the side of his/her <garment> to his/her mouth and, balling it into a fist, screams into it.
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| Studious
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Tapping a finger against your cotton skirt as you tick off a mental list of subjects to cover, you then raise it up once ready to deliver your remarks.
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Tapping a finger against her cotton skirt as if ticking off some sort of list, XXX then raises it up and clearly looks like she has something to say.
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| Bloodlust
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You tear at your pleated white skirt as inner turmoil and torment wash over you in waves to mingle with your bellicose yearnings.
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XXX tears at his/her <garment> as a torrent of torment flashes across his/her bellicose expression.
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| Anxious
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You glance up for a split-second, then bite your lip and tap your finger against your cotton skirt repetitively, with a tap-tap-tap indicative of nervousness.
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XXX glances up for a split-second, then bites her lip and taps her finger against her cotton skirt repetitively, with a tap-tap-tap indicative of nervousness.
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| Flirtatious
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You blush shyly, but as you lift your hands to hook two fingers together at the front waist of your <garment>, you allow your lips to curve up in a coy smile.
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XXX blushes shyly, but as he/she lifts his/her hands to hook two fingers together at the front waist of his/her <garment>, his/her lips curve up in a coy smile.
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| RAISE (at)
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Moodless
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You blush shyly, but as you lift your hands to hook two fingers together at the front waist of your <garment>, you allow your lips to curve up in a coy smile.
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XXX blushes shyly, but as he/she lifts his/her hands to hook two fingers together at the front waist of his/her <garment>, his/her lips curve up in a coy smile.
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| Polite
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Smiling discerningly at YYY, you fold your hands against the front of your pewter grey vest, lift your shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrain from commentary.
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Smiling discerningly at you, XXX folds his hands against the front of his pewter grey vest, lifts his shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrains from commenting.
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| Angry
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Casting an enraged glance at YYY, you lift one hand from the side of your pewter grey vest to your mouth and, balling it into a fist, scream into it.
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Casting an enraged glance at you, XXX lifts one hand from the side of his/her <garment> to his/her mouth and, balling it into a fist, screams into it.
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| Studious
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Tapping a finger against your cotton skirt as you tick off a mental list of subjects to cover, you then raise it in YYY's direction once ready to deliver your remarks.
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Tapping a finger against her cotton skirt as if ticking off some sort of list, XXX then raises it up, clearly looking like she has something to say to you.
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| Bloodlust
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Casting an enraged glance at YYY, you lift one hand from the side of your <garment> to your mouth and, balling it into a fist, scream into it.
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Casting an enraged glance at you, XXX lifts one hand from the side of his/her <garment> to his/her mouth and, balling it into a fist, screams into it.
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| Anxious
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You glance up for a split-second at YYY, then bite your lip and tap your finger against your cotton skirt repetitively, with a tap-tap-tap indicative of nervousness.
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XXX glances up for a split-second at you, then bites her lip and taps her finger against her cotton skirt repetitively, with a tap-tap-tap indicative of nervousness.
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| Flirtatious
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You blush shyly at YYY, but as you lift your hands to hook two fingers together at the front waist of your <garment>, you allow your lips to curve up in a coy smile.
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XXX blushes shyly at you, but as he/she lifts his/her hands to hook two fingers together at the front waist of his/her <garment>, his/her lips curve up in a coy smile.
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Moodstones
Moodstones, sold in the same shop, provide access to unique moods.
Available Moods
| Rune Type
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Mood
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| None
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Moodless
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| Amber moodstone
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Polite civility
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| Cloudy white moodstone
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Angry
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| Roseate moodstone
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Anxious
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| Violet moodstone
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Flirtatious
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| Non-blank runestone with the "runestone" noun
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Studious, with a scholarly lean
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| Bloodrune
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Bloodlust
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See Also
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| Moody Garment Information
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| Type
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Fluff
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| Item Classification
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Clothing
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| Item(s) Applied to
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Chest-worn Legs-worn
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| Alterable
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Yes
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| Light/Deep
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Yes
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| Original Release Venue
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Rumor Woods
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| Original Release Year
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2022
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| Tiered
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Yes
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| Number of Tiers
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2
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| How to Unlock
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Certificate
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