The buildup before the International Animalian Convention was reaching its peak. The last of the equipment for the games were arriving, booths were being prepared to showcase the many aspects of Animalia, and the Animalia School of Modeling was getting ready for their Fashion Show.
Maggie was going over the schedule regarding the Fashion Show. It was mostly about which style will be on display during a certain time and who will be wearing it. She'll have to double-check on the music that'll be played. The right music not only helped set the theme for the style of clothing being show, it would help the ones wearing them to keep time and move with optimum grace.
She glanced up when she heard the door open. It was the mailman holding a small bag. "You're the owner of this place, right?" asked the mailman.
"I'm the head instructor here," said Maggie. She wasn't really sure what the formal title of her position would be. Headmistress? Principal?
"Eh, close enough," said the mailman, "I got a delivery for you."
"You don't need to bring the package all the way here," said Maggie.
"It's not a package," said the mailman before bringing the bag over to her desk and overturning it. Several letters started spilling out of the bag. Before long, the schedule for the fashion show was completely buried and a good portion of her desk was covered as well. "There just wasn't enough room in your mailbox to put them all in," said the mailman, "And it's against policy to leave letters on the doorstep."
"Where did these all come from?" asked Maggie, picking up two handfuls of envelopes.
"All over the place by the look of it," said the mailman, "Looks like your place is gonna be real popular." He tipped his hat and said, "I might see you tomorrow if they keep coming at this rate." With that, he walked back out.
Maggie quickly started shuffling through the letters, using her claws to open the envelopes of the most important-looking ones. With each letter she read, she became more excited.
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The students were at the catwalk stage, talking about what they planned to do with the rest of their summer. Then Maggie walked in with several letters in her hands. "Good news, boys and girls! We're getting new sponsors!" she called. That quickly got everyone's attention and they soon crowded around Maggie.
"Ok, these are but a few of the letters we've just received. There are a lot of companies who looking to hire models from here. There was also a bunch of fanmail as well, which we can look at later. Right now, we have new offers for modelling," said Maggie.
"Anything that can be done where it isn't too hot?" asked Karen. Her snow leopard fur was rather stifling on Mieni Atoll and she'd rather have to do modeling work where she could potentially overheat.
"Well, there is an offer from L.L. Bean," said Maggie.
"More swimsuits?" asked Karen uneasily.
"They don't do just swimsuits," said Maggie, "They do jackets, gloves, and other winter clothes too. This could be something that's best for you."
"I don't need as many clothes in winter," said Karen, "But that sounds more comfortable than getting heatstroke."
"Marcy, you want to sign up for that too?" asked Maggie.
"I think Coca-Cola has my contract pretty exclusively," said Marcy. As a polar bear, she and her mate, Chilly, were ideal models for advertisement in Coca-Cola commercials. Marcy certainly couldn't complain about it. Coca-Cola paid pretty well and she could have all the Coke she could drink. Mostly Diet Coke as she didn't want to lose her womanly figure so soon after getting it.
"Then how are you able to work in the Fashion Show?" asked Zoe.
"Coca-Cola's gonna be sponsoring it," said Marcy, "Didn't I tell you?"
"We've gotten a lot of sponsors for this," said Maggie, "It's good publicity all around. This is just the tip of the iceberg, people. Now, you don't have to sign up immediately to whatever sounds good to you. Remember, learn more about the job, decide if it's comfortable for you. You don't need to be forced into a role."
Even so, there were quite a lot of offers that got many of the potential models interested. Though they didn't immediately go for the most risque offers. Like Maggie said, it was their choice about how they wanted to display themselves. Some people were more comfortable with exposing themselves more than others. It was really a matter of filtering who would be right for which job. But the Fashion Show itself was something they were all ready to participate in.