Old Spices [MPC#43] [SOLO]
Aug 29, 2017 20:48:00 GMT
Post by Cion on Aug 29, 2017 20:48:00 GMT
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
If only she could have forseen the consequences of dealing with an organization called 'Dank Meme Productions'...
Some things in life simply sound too good to be true, but when they occur regardless in defiance to all odds, temptation often vanquishes logical thought. If you were approached by a wealthy looking digimon, an Etemon in a fine suit for example, and that digimon offered you a well-paid, one-time opportunity to be a television star for your looks and voice alone, would you not cease that chance? Even if it was just being part of a commercial, the thought of being eternized on digital media alone was often enough to sway even the most doubtful of souls into accepting the deal.
This one in a million chance had been bestowed upon Cion, who had merely been traversing through the streets of Terminus in the form of a Sagitamon to make her weekly purchases as to keep the tummies of her 3 boys full. Especially for Owen the Gaomon and Logan the Offmon, she always had to make sure that enough meat was around the kitchen as to make them content. While nothing in the digital world, mainly housing, was really expensive, there were still a couple of things she was missing in their house, like a whirlpool for their garden.
While she and the two other adults were earning enough on a monthly basis as to sustain their comfortable life and a proper childhood for Logan, there was never really much left for a bit of luxury every now and then. For that, their pay was simply too fractured and inconsistent, no one of them being irresponsible enough to simply purchase something out of the blue. Without additional income, they seldom had a chance to allow themselves something extraordinary. But this is where aforementioned Etemon came into play... and the allurement of a quick pile of cash.
For as silly as the name of their company sounded, as ordinary it seemed to present the products it was tasked with creating commercials for. There was nothing special about them it seemed, both the studio and the products. Just an ordinary bunch of digimons that was tasked with selling ordinary products. Mostly those of personal hygiene, like shampoos, soaps, antiperspirants and alike. It definitely explained by Etemon had been looking for a pretty face with a lovely voice, as it was the classic way of selling such products.
While she considered those products harmless enough and with certain benefits, she usually hated how gender stereotypes and blind hopes were exploited by such items. Not to sound like a frenetic feminist, Yggdrasil no, but it was true that many people, especially humans, fell for the lies these items told. Some simply had too frail of an ego, and some simply were rabid about their outer appearance, often forgetting the beauty within in the process. This was why the Arnamon had made sure the deodorant she was supposed to advertise for was actually working. And to her delight, it both had a fine smell to it and effectively reduced sweat; not that she ever minded that.
Hence it was with peace of conscience that she read through the small script she was handed while being dressed to the nines by the studio's professional staff. While the treatment she received was excellent, as were the canapés, the contents of the piece of paper she had been given left her pretty bored. It really was the run-of-the-mill stuff she had seen a thousand times already, making her wonder why Etemon's corporation carried the name 'dank meme' in the first place. The script did not seem like anything that screamed approval by the 9Gag community, so what gives?
Although... there was something that was a bit odd about it; something she thought about while assuming her proper position in the filming booth. The final paragraph of her script had been 'If something does not go according to the script, simply play along', and it left her confused. Would it not be smarter to simply restart the take and go according to plan instead of risking an inexperienced actress to improvise for a product that was clearly not worth putting any effort into? And besides... what in the world could possibly happen?
Letting out a sigh, Cion briefly took in the scenery around her, which resembled a typical gym. Naturally, it painted an unrealistically happy image of the life of someone who was doing a workout, but that was simply part of the unappealing charm of commercials, was it not? She accepted it as it was, calmly leaning over the marbled counter as instructed in the script. Something felt odd however, since the scenery did not suit her appearance in her opinion. Of course she was slender and gracile, and above everything blessed with unrivaled agility, but the last thing she was was a sportive beef-cake. Oh well, as long as it satisfied Etemon.
Clearing her throat, she waited for the exact moment for her to start, and it came quicker than expected. With her body always pointing towards the deodorant at hand, she simply started talking, her voice soft and gentle as it always was. "Fine smell and dryness have never been easier with 'Bold & Brash'. I just apply it to my armpits and my boys can't stop swooning over me..." She spoke as instructed, remaining calm and with a lovely smile on her lips. However, everything was soon doomed to go downhill.
At first quietly, the appearance of a noise that resembled the engine of a vehicle interrupted her acting. Confusing her, as it gradually became louder, she suddenly winced and screamed as an explosion filled the studio, almost causing it to collapse. As the noises and the dust settled again, she looked behind her, seeing a rather brawny and handsome Beelzemon on a Behemoth, who was now the main focus of the cameramen. At first utterly confused, Cion soon grasped that this had likely been Etemon's shtick all along, and accepted that the partially destroyed filming booth was part of it. That explained the script... oh gosh, and now she had to play along.
Nervously looking at the Beelzemon, she watched it quickly get up from Behemoth and walk up right next to her, in its hand another deodorant that looked a lot more manly than the one she once thought was supposed to be sold. If that was not bad enough, then the screaming began. "Old Spices Body Spray makes you feel like super mega! It's so super mega that it sells itself in lesser digimons' commercials!" The powerful digimon yelled at the camera, its voice that of a football coach
Not having a single idea what to do now, the Sagitamon shrank back when the giant digimon suddenly started sniffing her scent like it was some sort of stray dog. "You smell like fresh from the village of beginnings." It stated rather soft-spokenly. Without hesitation as to stick to the instructions, she took a step towards the Beelzemon and sniffed it as well, feeling really awkward about doing so. "You smell like a super m..." "Yeah dude!" She was suddenly interrupted, causing her to blush and frown. What had she gotten herself into?
The answer was clear as day when the prominent muscles of the Beelzemon suddenly started twitching as to impress the female viewership that would watch this commercial. Worst of all, it was highlighted with noises of machinery, which was so cliché that it almost made her regorge her breakfast. But before she even had the chance to do so, the Beelzemon started to flex as dark wings appeared from behind its back. "Explosiooooooooons!!!" It yelled at the top of its lungs before dashing towards the ceiling, a row of colorful fireworks detonating around it. Throwing herself to the ground as to avoid being hurt from the pyrotechnic articles, all she could feel was elation about all of this being finally over.
It was dusk when Cion found herself at the entrance of the studio, feeling true shame about what she had just gone through. Naturally, the commercial would be a great success considering how silly and over the top it was, but what would that mean for her reputation and future life. She was the only Sagitamon she knew about, hence all she could hope for was people quickly forgetting about her involvement. The only thing that could comfort her now was the 5-digit figure she made for this day of easy work, and she hoped it was worth all the time in hiding she had to spend from now on.
Or at least she thought that until, surprisingly so, a rather saddened Etemon left the studio as well and approached her with an apologetic look. "I am sorry, sweetheart. But the pyrotechnics accidentally destroyed parts of our electronics. I guess we overdid it, and it means we lose all parts with Beelzemon. Now all we got is your part, so... my apologies, but we lost the contract since we could not deliver. Maybe we find a to utilize your performance somehow for a boring ol' commercial, but I can't make a star out of you."
Naturally, the relief and fortune Cion felt at this moment was immeasurable, and although she felt like screaming like a little goal at a great birthday party, she remained calm as to leave Etemon his illusion of grandeur. "Oh, that is too bad. Everything seemed so awesome, and I could already imagine how entertaining it would be. But... I suppose one can't help it. Besides, I don't think being a celeb suits me anyway, hehe." She lied about almost everything without shame. Yet since it lifted Etemon's spirits, she did not mind.
"That's the spirit! Because, well... we'll likely never need you again anyway, so... good day!" He told her before hastily disappearing from her point of view. Leaving her perplexed, she started to wonder if he had just insulted her. Although thinking about it, she really did not care! Her reputation would remain intact and her family had just earned itself a nice whirlpool! All she had to do now was finally finish her shopping and cook something meaty for her three boys. "All in a day's work."
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
If only she could have forseen the consequences of dealing with an organization called 'Dank Meme Productions'...
Some things in life simply sound too good to be true, but when they occur regardless in defiance to all odds, temptation often vanquishes logical thought. If you were approached by a wealthy looking digimon, an Etemon in a fine suit for example, and that digimon offered you a well-paid, one-time opportunity to be a television star for your looks and voice alone, would you not cease that chance? Even if it was just being part of a commercial, the thought of being eternized on digital media alone was often enough to sway even the most doubtful of souls into accepting the deal.
This one in a million chance had been bestowed upon Cion, who had merely been traversing through the streets of Terminus in the form of a Sagitamon to make her weekly purchases as to keep the tummies of her 3 boys full. Especially for Owen the Gaomon and Logan the Offmon, she always had to make sure that enough meat was around the kitchen as to make them content. While nothing in the digital world, mainly housing, was really expensive, there were still a couple of things she was missing in their house, like a whirlpool for their garden.
While she and the two other adults were earning enough on a monthly basis as to sustain their comfortable life and a proper childhood for Logan, there was never really much left for a bit of luxury every now and then. For that, their pay was simply too fractured and inconsistent, no one of them being irresponsible enough to simply purchase something out of the blue. Without additional income, they seldom had a chance to allow themselves something extraordinary. But this is where aforementioned Etemon came into play... and the allurement of a quick pile of cash.
For as silly as the name of their company sounded, as ordinary it seemed to present the products it was tasked with creating commercials for. There was nothing special about them it seemed, both the studio and the products. Just an ordinary bunch of digimons that was tasked with selling ordinary products. Mostly those of personal hygiene, like shampoos, soaps, antiperspirants and alike. It definitely explained by Etemon had been looking for a pretty face with a lovely voice, as it was the classic way of selling such products.
While she considered those products harmless enough and with certain benefits, she usually hated how gender stereotypes and blind hopes were exploited by such items. Not to sound like a frenetic feminist, Yggdrasil no, but it was true that many people, especially humans, fell for the lies these items told. Some simply had too frail of an ego, and some simply were rabid about their outer appearance, often forgetting the beauty within in the process. This was why the Arnamon had made sure the deodorant she was supposed to advertise for was actually working. And to her delight, it both had a fine smell to it and effectively reduced sweat; not that she ever minded that.
Hence it was with peace of conscience that she read through the small script she was handed while being dressed to the nines by the studio's professional staff. While the treatment she received was excellent, as were the canapés, the contents of the piece of paper she had been given left her pretty bored. It really was the run-of-the-mill stuff she had seen a thousand times already, making her wonder why Etemon's corporation carried the name 'dank meme' in the first place. The script did not seem like anything that screamed approval by the 9Gag community, so what gives?
Although... there was something that was a bit odd about it; something she thought about while assuming her proper position in the filming booth. The final paragraph of her script had been 'If something does not go according to the script, simply play along', and it left her confused. Would it not be smarter to simply restart the take and go according to plan instead of risking an inexperienced actress to improvise for a product that was clearly not worth putting any effort into? And besides... what in the world could possibly happen?
Letting out a sigh, Cion briefly took in the scenery around her, which resembled a typical gym. Naturally, it painted an unrealistically happy image of the life of someone who was doing a workout, but that was simply part of the unappealing charm of commercials, was it not? She accepted it as it was, calmly leaning over the marbled counter as instructed in the script. Something felt odd however, since the scenery did not suit her appearance in her opinion. Of course she was slender and gracile, and above everything blessed with unrivaled agility, but the last thing she was was a sportive beef-cake. Oh well, as long as it satisfied Etemon.
Clearing her throat, she waited for the exact moment for her to start, and it came quicker than expected. With her body always pointing towards the deodorant at hand, she simply started talking, her voice soft and gentle as it always was. "Fine smell and dryness have never been easier with 'Bold & Brash'. I just apply it to my armpits and my boys can't stop swooning over me..." She spoke as instructed, remaining calm and with a lovely smile on her lips. However, everything was soon doomed to go downhill.
At first quietly, the appearance of a noise that resembled the engine of a vehicle interrupted her acting. Confusing her, as it gradually became louder, she suddenly winced and screamed as an explosion filled the studio, almost causing it to collapse. As the noises and the dust settled again, she looked behind her, seeing a rather brawny and handsome Beelzemon on a Behemoth, who was now the main focus of the cameramen. At first utterly confused, Cion soon grasped that this had likely been Etemon's shtick all along, and accepted that the partially destroyed filming booth was part of it. That explained the script... oh gosh, and now she had to play along.
Nervously looking at the Beelzemon, she watched it quickly get up from Behemoth and walk up right next to her, in its hand another deodorant that looked a lot more manly than the one she once thought was supposed to be sold. If that was not bad enough, then the screaming began. "Old Spices Body Spray makes you feel like super mega! It's so super mega that it sells itself in lesser digimons' commercials!" The powerful digimon yelled at the camera, its voice that of a football coach
Not having a single idea what to do now, the Sagitamon shrank back when the giant digimon suddenly started sniffing her scent like it was some sort of stray dog. "You smell like fresh from the village of beginnings." It stated rather soft-spokenly. Without hesitation as to stick to the instructions, she took a step towards the Beelzemon and sniffed it as well, feeling really awkward about doing so. "You smell like a super m..." "Yeah dude!" She was suddenly interrupted, causing her to blush and frown. What had she gotten herself into?
The answer was clear as day when the prominent muscles of the Beelzemon suddenly started twitching as to impress the female viewership that would watch this commercial. Worst of all, it was highlighted with noises of machinery, which was so cliché that it almost made her regorge her breakfast. But before she even had the chance to do so, the Beelzemon started to flex as dark wings appeared from behind its back. "Explosiooooooooons!!!" It yelled at the top of its lungs before dashing towards the ceiling, a row of colorful fireworks detonating around it. Throwing herself to the ground as to avoid being hurt from the pyrotechnic articles, all she could feel was elation about all of this being finally over.
It was dusk when Cion found herself at the entrance of the studio, feeling true shame about what she had just gone through. Naturally, the commercial would be a great success considering how silly and over the top it was, but what would that mean for her reputation and future life. She was the only Sagitamon she knew about, hence all she could hope for was people quickly forgetting about her involvement. The only thing that could comfort her now was the 5-digit figure she made for this day of easy work, and she hoped it was worth all the time in hiding she had to spend from now on.
Or at least she thought that until, surprisingly so, a rather saddened Etemon left the studio as well and approached her with an apologetic look. "I am sorry, sweetheart. But the pyrotechnics accidentally destroyed parts of our electronics. I guess we overdid it, and it means we lose all parts with Beelzemon. Now all we got is your part, so... my apologies, but we lost the contract since we could not deliver. Maybe we find a to utilize your performance somehow for a boring ol' commercial, but I can't make a star out of you."
Naturally, the relief and fortune Cion felt at this moment was immeasurable, and although she felt like screaming like a little goal at a great birthday party, she remained calm as to leave Etemon his illusion of grandeur. "Oh, that is too bad. Everything seemed so awesome, and I could already imagine how entertaining it would be. But... I suppose one can't help it. Besides, I don't think being a celeb suits me anyway, hehe." She lied about almost everything without shame. Yet since it lifted Etemon's spirits, she did not mind.
"That's the spirit! Because, well... we'll likely never need you again anyway, so... good day!" He told her before hastily disappearing from her point of view. Leaving her perplexed, she started to wonder if he had just insulted her. Although thinking about it, she really did not care! Her reputation would remain intact and her family had just earned itself a nice whirlpool! All she had to do now was finally finish her shopping and cook something meaty for her three boys. "All in a day's work."
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