Scorpius Campfire, Sunday Evening

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As it turned out, Jen didn't handle hangovers very well, which had something to do with the way she'd managed to completely miss out on any and all pony-related activities yesterday.

She could have been a pony for all she knew, but she'd been asleep through all of it thanks to the wonders of Aleve; apparently 21st-century painkillers had quite the effect on a 31st-century physiology unused to them. So yay for that, she supposed.

She'd managed to get a fire going -- a small and kind of ragged one, definitely not the kind of fire-building that would win a merit badge, but it was erratically crackling away as Jen went through some martial arts forms nearby. Sure, there was a gym on the campgrounds, but being around all these trees made her kind of nostalgic for the days when the best she'd had was that rope-wrapped tree in that Silver Hills park.

Besides, this was where she'd laid out the s'more makings. Duh.

[OOC: Open campfire is open!]

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

That had a complicated answer. He didn't feel like dealing with it.

"I'm... surviving. Well enough, of course. Yourself?"

Best to keep off the subject of himself. It was a rather troublesome subject at the moment.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

That also had a complicated answer. Chad shrugged. "Same. Good workshops?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"So far," he had to say.

"What are you taking?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"The mad royals one and the fashion one," Chad said, figuring that, hey, keeping to this kind of thing was easy enough, and he could even maybe relate to Liir on the next point, "Miss Lulu made me TA. What you got?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"A fighting class with Professor Deadpool," he started, counting off on his fingers, "a dance class with Professor Ambrose, a class on fitting in with Professor Alianne, and a class on 'vacationing' with someone who calls himself the Doctor.

"That last one seems to be all about running away, which is something I can certainly do."

He smiled at the mention of Miss Lulu though.

"Miss Lulu is a lovely teacher. And I enjoyed being her TA. I was supposed to take her class as well, but there was a paperwork mix up which put me in the vacationing class."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded a little. "That happens a lot around here, paperwork mix ups. I can share my notes with you, though, if you want."

He wasn't exactly sure if he'd want to, but sometimes, Chad was nice to a fault.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"That's all right. Miss Lulu would probably give me notes if I asked. We do cooking every once in a while and she usually ends up teaching me something then. But thank you for the offer."

His curiosity was obvious enough.

"Are you interested in fashion?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Chad ducked his head a little, hand rubbing his neck. "I'm hoping to do some modeling once I graduate. Just a bit, I mean. Until...y'know..."

He trailed off, shrugging. He didn't want to go too far into the Teddy thing, with him gone at the moment.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"That's wonderful," and he did think so, genuinely. He didn't know what was involved with it, or why anyone would want to do it, or what it even really meant, but he wanted to be positive. It was something of a defense mechanism.

"I'm sure you'll do well with that. This place has very good teachers."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't know," Chad said. "Actually, I did take a modeling class, and it was totally rigged. The guy who won it was the TA."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He winced.

"That's unfortunate."

He lifted his chin.

"Miss Lulu won't do anything like that. She expected me to know what I was doing and to help others." Or perhaps he'd taken it upon himself to do that. "And she had me lead class a few times."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. "She's mostly just making me show off the fashions. Which works, because, well. Practise."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Practice is good. What's... involved with modeling?"

He was curious. And he might never find out again.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Showing off the clothing that designers make," Chad explained with a nod. He pointed over a little toward where Brooke was. "I've modeled Brooke's designs before, too, and I'm trying to get the attention of some designers in New York. You can also do print work, though, pose for advertisements and billboards and stuff."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

He thought it would be rude to ask what the point of something like that might be, so he didn't.

"What kind of clothes does she design?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad scratched the back of his neck a little. "Uhh, mostly sort of casual wear. She designed a bunch for the cheerleading fashion show; it was pretty cool..."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Are there any rules to it, or--"

It was obvious he was just trying to understand the concept as opposed to just being difficult.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Rules to what? Modeling?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded quickly.

"Rules, guidelines. Skills...?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Uh, you just...have to look good, I guess. Have a good walk, take a good picture, be able to show off the product well..."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

The idea of that was sort of odd to him. He supposed there was something to showing of the genuine drape off of a human frame, but he didn't know why you'd need to be a professional for that. He didn't want to be disheartening, though, so he nodded.

"That makes sense. Some people don't look good in pictures."

He'd seen that in books.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"And not everyone knows how to sell a product," Chad pointed out, "even if they do take good pictures. It's kind of like art. Y'know. Someone can paint really good, but their pictures still don't have that...um...oomph that connects with someone. Modeling can be kinda like that."

At least, Chad would keep telling himself that.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

That made more sense, and while it hadn't been terribly obvious to anyone watching that he hadn't understood on an intrinsic level before, it was more obvious that he did now.

"Some people can put their heart and care into their cooking more or less than others, let others feel through the food. A model is like that, then. Someone who can take all the things that make an outfit and make more than just a person in a costume out of it. Like a chef and ingredients."

It made sense to him.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad had to think about that for a second, to make sure he was really following, which, as it turned out he was. Or thought he was, at any rate.

"Yeah. Or a musician and his instrument or something..."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"It sounds interesting," he admitted. "And I could see you especially being very good at it."