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Discussion in 'City Life' started by Lalilulelo, Sep 11, 2017.

  1. Lalilulelo
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    Joan had to admit, it was a little ironic that she was doing the makeup for the new campaign brainstormed by Theía Modeling Agency. "Love You for You" was the tagline that she couldn't see eye to eye on, despite its truth. She couldn't come to terms with it and accept the statement for what it was: to be forgiven by it and overwhelmed by it at the same time. She just simply couldn't accept that her form at night was a beautiful and hideous monster and to admit that it was still her.

    Yet here she was. She held her tongue and criticisms, thinking they were too personal. This meeting, they would have to finalise the bulk of the concept.

    Always forward-thinking, the fashion industry was full of predictions based on past trends, while still innovating something bold and new. Which was why this campaign came as some surprise to her. It wasn't rare that advertising would play on emotional and personal heartstrings – these tactics proved to be effective, even if they were criticised as being secretly insincere and manipulative. But for Manta Carlos, it would likely work out in their favour.

    "One design concept states that they will keep the background simple in a bright, pastel colour, and focus mostly on the tagline and the portrait of the subject." Joan commented, while looking over at the designer's work process, flipping between pages. "That seems to be the core idea. Other ideas pitched were to have the models placed in the setting of Manta Carlos Islands to retain a more 'organic, laidback and adventurous' feel. The makeup for either looks will have to be slightly adjusted, but it has to look natural and non-fussy, in my opinion."

    "There are a few more concept ideas, but these seem to be the main directions the pitch is taking. What do you think, Ms. Tor?"
     
  2. Kadakism
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    Mal usually hated these meetings. They were boring. Business was boring. But she couldn't deny the results. Theía had slowly been taking the world by storm because Mal had been aggressive about the expansion beyond the island. But now it was time to pull back, to focus on the community that made up the bulk of Theía's clientele.

    She tapped her pen against the stack of papers in front of her, flitting her focus between the words on the page and the woman currently speaking to her. Joan was one of those mousy types, definitely attractive if she put in the effort but plain in a cute sort of way otherwise. But as far as Malara knew, she was human. Boring.

    "I like the idea of using Manta Carlos locations as backdrops. It gives it that more organic feel you mentioned, and we can utilize them to the fullest since these ads won't play anywhere within the Narrow Reality."
    Using the studio would have been better for cost and lighting, but this campaign had a personal slant to it. Her daughter, Dalia, had clearly been having some issues with self image lately. Mal couldn't really help her directly, but maybe these advertisements would help ease the feeling.

    "Lighr, subdued makeup for the magazine and web adverts are good ideas. I was thinking we might use heavier make up for the TV adverts. Obvious winged eye liner, heavy mascara, the works. Put the models in a human shape charm to get the full effect."

    This seemed counter-intuitive, obviously. But Mal had a plan for this. An old trick she learned from leading her armies. Doffing her armor to show confidence.
    "Then the advert shows the model removing the makeup, the jewelry, and finally the charm. Revert them back to their natural state on camera. We'd need to make sure we have enough non-human models for this."
     
  3. Lalilulelo
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    "I agree. It gives the ad context as opposed to their original pitch. Having different shots of the models in everyday scenarios should make the clothing more appealing to the consumer."

    Man, Joan hated meetings. She hated using this kind of language, but they were in a business and they were selling products, not dreams. Though admittedly, using this kind of language did give her the illusion of power from her often shy, cautious and mousy personality. She was surprisingly more articulate and outspoken in meetings when the mood called for it, but it was not like she exercised any real form of authority.

    She found herself nodding in agreement for Malara's plan for the TV advert makeup, though admittedly, she found herself stuck on a few concepts, and adjusted her round spectacles before deciding if she should speak up. She couldn't let this one slide.

    "If I may say something," Joan looked at Malara, but she couldn't find herself making direct eye contact. She could feel her palms sweating. "I feel like the use of the human shape charm could become problematic in the TV ad. If our target audience are for those that fall outside of the Narrow Reality, I feel like the human charm can inadvertently depict conformism to human standards of beauty as a marker, and maintaining the Veil of Secrecy."

    She felt her skin was dampening, but she couldn't tell if it was from sweat, or something else. Joan cast her eyes at the window. It still looked bright outside, but the shadows were growing longer. They were already going overtime, and they were soon to be the only ones left in the meeting.

    "W-What I think we should do instead is uh... Smash the Veil of Secrecy. Smash the human shell. Depict the non-human models brazenly for who they are."

    Despite her strong, seemingly anti-authoritarian words, they were delivered with a whimper. Joan, for all intents and purposes, was a normie. She shouldn't be talking about these topics as though she knew about them.

    And she was reminded of where her powers came from: from a man who spoke up against authority, and was punished by being strangled alive by sea serpents.
     
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    Malara found a smirk slowly growing over her lips as Joan spoke up. She was so quiet, so... cowardly wasn't entirely incorrect in this scenario. Malara could taste the fear and uncertainty oozing from Joan, and it made her squirm just a bit in her seat a bit.

    "Smash through? I like that. But that's why I want the charms there to begin with. Imagine it."
    Malara stood up, biting down on her pen as she did.

    "A human looking model with heavy eye shadow, bright red lipstick and heavy foundation and blush. She looks fake as hell."
    Mal stalked around the meeting table, her eyes never waving from Joan. Her pupils dilated as she walked, the ends of her hair flickering slightly.

    "She removes the makeup in broad strokes with a wet towel, showing the stark contrast between the painting and the natural beauty underneath."

    Malara stalked closer, her hair practically beginning to float behind her as she did.
    "Then when the makeup is off and the audience thinks it's done, she whips off her human shape charm and boom! She's a lamia, and she's showing off her scales and could proudly."

    As if to punctuate the sudden excitement in her voice, Malara's hair flared up, becoming a wreath of flame around her head briefly before dying back down to it's natural state. She was barely inches away from Joan now, a big excited grin on her face.
     
  5. Lalilulelo
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    Joan felt cornered. Granted, it was pretty easy to make her feel this way, but she keenly felt this as some kind of prey for Malara. The mention of lamia and scales was just enough to disrupt the facade that Joan kept up in everyday life, and her eye visibly twitched in something like fear and irritation, but only for a microsecond as Malara closed in on her.

    As twilight drew near in the autumnal season of the island, Joan's hair was looking rather... damp, as though coated by some kind of oil or viscous liquid, starting from the roots. Her skin, usually dry and matte, started to take on a... some would say, 'glow'.

    "That's exactly what I can't agree with." she said, a little more bitterly than the usual jovial, cheerful and spineless Joan that she usually was. Her breathing made a rattling hiss. She needed Malara to back off from her. She needed space, and her actions came instinctively without even thinking.

    It was her turn to close in on Malara, as she slowly leaned her body towards her boss, becoming more assertive.

    "That pitch still acknowledges the use of human charms. I don't want some idiot on the internet to even write about the human form; how it was better, a solid 10 or whatever drivel he comes up with. I want to fly in the face of authority. A big 'fuck you' to the Veil of Secrecy by not even acknowledging human forms."

    She slammed her hands on the desk, and gave a conclusion to her dangerous speech.

    "I won't give any chance for anyone to celebrate the "beauty" of the human form." she sneered. "There will only be love for monsters and aliens."

    By the end of it, Joan's breathing was hard. She wasn't even half aware of what she did, but she knew she had slipped up. She was trembling with adrenaline and fear. A change was happening in her, in her appearance and her demeanour. She could tell, because Malara was now blurry in her view of her spectacles. She took them off; they were giving her a headache. She wiped the lenses on the hem of her shirt, looking away regretfully.

    "... It's been a long meeting. I must be spouting nonsense. Could we take a ten minute break?"
     


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