Garden city is
filled with all types. From the ultra rich, to the destitute poor.
Most people are a little inbetween; struggling to make ends meet but
constantly riding the ups and downs of a capitalist society. They are
all chasing get rich quick schemes, and sometimes they even work. But
among the rich, the decadent and opulent always like to make a
splash.
While usually found in the more high class parts of Garden like Sequin Street- the occasional fashionista or particularly flamboyant mob boss can be seen wearing a new ridiculous fashion, followed by paparazzi. These can be out of this world due to the numerous alien species, exotic materials, and advanced technologies that Garden has. Roll once on each table.
While usually found in the more high class parts of Garden like Sequin Street- the occasional fashionista or particularly flamboyant mob boss can be seen wearing a new ridiculous fashion, followed by paparazzi. These can be out of this world due to the numerous alien species, exotic materials, and advanced technologies that Garden has. Roll once on each table.
[1]
Mustache, Fur, or Hair has been waxed to a stiffness. Two filthy
orphans paid in pennies are holding up the ends, trailing behind
them.
[2]
Horn and claws are polished to mirror-chrome. Disorienting, your
distended face appears in them.
[3]
Pierced with so many gold and silver rings they look more like a
walking suit of chainmail then a person. They clink with each tiny
movement.
[4]
Older or more average body paired with an incredible face. They had
major surgery, or maybe a transplant.
[5]
Flanked by four exact doubles, just subtly taller and better looking
then all of them.
[6]
Philanthropist. Handing out stacks of cash, making exotic spices and
beads rain down on the crowds. Goodwill overcomes their plain
appearance, even if it's just an act.
The Outfit? -
1d12
[1]
Blue bedazzled dolphin. Its tail sticks out behind them, bobbing with
mechanical attachments; it looks like its 'swimming' as they walk.
Rest of their body is barely clothed.
[2]
Body painted from head to toe, making them look exactly like a plant.
This fits their body shape; tall and skinny aliens look like whispy
trees when they stretch out, short broad aliens take a stance and
look like a hedge exactly, and so on. This camouflage is so good
they'd actually be almost invisible out in the woods.
[3]
Absolutely humongous fur coat. Glass and crystal are woven into the
fur fibers. The yellow and orange tinged fur is beautiful; looks like
fire when it hits the light just right. Nearby sniper teams ready to
shoot anybody that is carrying anything resembling a bucket of paint.
[4]
Looks like a workman's uniform with bright plaid colors with gorgeous
velvet overalls. Functional, working class style with materials and
designs befitting the wealthy.
[5]
Body is swathed in a fancy cloak and robe, similar to ancient designs
and adorned with right angles and geometric patterns. On their head,
they wear a plaster maze structure- their face peeking out from the
center, painted to match the stonework.
[6]
They wear a fashionable tux or tasteful black dress with gold straps;
a hulahoop around their waist with a model train chugging along its
circular track. It has a little engine that requires occasional
thimbles of water to be poured in as coolant. It's powered by a mini nuclear
reactor, giving off a healthy glow and an unhealthy amount of radiation.
[7]
They're wearing the taxidermy of a boar upside down and backwards,
their face between its legs and its tusks poking out their rear end.
They think it's hilarious and brilliant at the time, but within 2d6
weeks will cringe at the memory and try to buy off, sue, or
assassinate anyone who still has pictures of the pop-fashion
monstrosity.
[8]
Cultist attire. Wooden masks displaying animals, the sun and moon,
snarling devil faces, and even weirder alien icons from different
worlds and cultures. Their entourage are wearing them too, but are
much less intricate, similar to groucho glasses, and are a clearly
disposable uniform for this one event.
[9]
They're wearing an all white ensemble, with several nearby techno
drones shining lights on it. They're practically lit up like a
lamppost, can be a little blinding to look directly at them. Their
ensemble and personal guards are on watch; each of these drones is
easily worth $200 if snatched.
[10]
It's them with a puppet of themselves looking older behind their
back, a small model of them as a teen in their older clothes, and
then an even smaller model of them as a child. Somebody in their
ensemble is holding a “baby” of the celebrity. Very weird, and
very masturbatory outfit representing their entire life. Due to alien
biology, it may be hard to tell exactly which form of theirs is what
age.
[11]
Looks like one of those silly sci-fi outfits, made of stiff plastics
and accentuating their body shape. If they're a female, its big hips
and chest with a tiny waist, where as men have a large angular
shoulder piece hanging down to a point at their crotch. It's a random
color that changes every 12 seconds.
[12]
Outfit is similar to a pilot's jumpsuit, except it's in two separate
parts from top to bottom with a matching under shirt. Large white
buttons stay unclasped, a silver shining scarf is tied around their
neck and waist. Actually looks pretty good as a fashion statement,
but they're showing off their wealth in other ways- Roll
twice on the Accessories and Entourage tables.
Accessories?
- 1d10
[1]
Huge clock hung around their neck with golden chain. They have an
attendant whose only job is to hold it up, polish it, and crank the
gears; they're starting to lose their hearing from the incessant
ticking and tocking and glare daggers at their employer. You can hear
it across the room.
[2]
Eight exotic lizards, each very clearly agitated by the noise and
flash photography. At least one is poisonous, and is about ready to
spit venom at the next person who leans in too close.
[3]
Bucket of flowers in their hand. The flowers are 'friendly' tulips,
they 'wave' their petals in a pantomime of a person waving at a
crowd. The real reason they are doing that is because of plant
muscular contractions hooked up to a battery in the soil.
[4]
Ring with a diamond the size of a softball.
[5]
They're standing on a tiny platform made to look like a luxury
hovercar. It can only move at a brisk walking pace at the fastest,
and is dangerously close to toppling them over at any sharp turn at
even that speed. If they arrived to the location in a luxury
hovercar, then this platform is an adorable and ridiculous miniature
version of their ride.
[6]
Small advanced robot assistant on their shoulder. Has a personality
chip installed that is set to 'smooth talking agent', which the model
occasionally switches to 'pathetic sycophant' when needed.
[7]
Sword with purple lizard skin sheathe. They'll pull it out and do a
cool slash with it in the air to impress any onlookers, before
sheathing it again with a practiced slide. There is a 1 in 4 chance
they can actually use it in a fight.
[8]
Food truck. Not on them, but with their face and a spray painted
replica of their current outfit on the side. It's parked outside the
venue, and giving out meals for free. In 1d6 turns the homeless and
destitute are going to start a riot and flip the truck over to
get at the food inside.
[9]
Two bracelets made of a nearly transparent green metal. Each one is
studded with pyramids of a brownish gemstone worth a decent sum each
on their homeworld. They're actually cultural icons; somebody got
lost on their home planet and ended up on Garden after stealing the
heirlooms. Back in that dimension? The disappearance of these items
is the greatest mystery of all time.
[10]
Smoking a long golden pipe filled with the finest alien weed in any
dimension anyone can name. The ganja cloud is so strong people are
getting knocked out from it; clearly the celebrity has been building
up quite an immunity.
Entourage?
- 1d8
[1]
Twenty Mobsters, guns slung over their backs with brass knuckles on their fingers. They're wearing pinstripe suits and generally look tough. These
are actual mobsters, but are doing some laid back guard duty today- but they won't hesitate to kill rival gang members they see in public.
[2]
Three of Garden's most premiere, up-and-coming primadonna movie stars
in their own sparkling dresses. They've each been in only a talkie or
two and have let it go all the way to their head.
[3]
Powerful Psychic, who levitates things to wow the crowd. Actually
there to scan and protect the boss against powerful psychic attacks.
[4]
Their childhood friend turned bodyguard. He's a huge alien, a native
to the city, with big black eyes and boulder-like skin. He's got four
huge guns strapped to his back and is wearing full body armor, pockets filled with grenades. Will take an entire volley
of bullets for their friend. Will also survive said volley of bullets.
[5]
Half a dozen alien kids of different races in adorable matching
outfits; flowery dresses for the girls, little naval outfits for the
boys. The celebrity just adopted this group from an orphanage.
They're almost certainly going to be split up and sent to different
foster homes by the end of the month. This tragedy has happened
before; a very angry protest group is being held back by security
right now.
[6]
Three stiff lipped individuals, from the famed and mysterious
torchlight society. They have ash on their fingers, are absolutely
silent, and scan the crowds as though expecting a tiger to leap at
them at any moment. The people are in awe. These are all cosplayers,
and little more. 1 in 10 chance the celebrity actually knows somebody
from the Torchlight society; this was just a cover story.
[7]
About a dozen politicians, tycoons, figureheads, and stockbrokers
tagging along. They're dressed in normal formal ware, smoking cigars,
just here to show off the wealth and political connections.
[8]
Their newest celebrity relationship. Roll on the Groomed, Outfit, and
Accessory tables again. For extra scandal; they may be of a totally
different alien species. This relationship will probably be over in a
year or two, but 1 in 4 chance they are actually in love for real.
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