This may seem like a game on the surface, but really it’s a poll. See, I ask you a question and then you answer it. A poll. It’s pretty deep, so think about it first…
There’s been a terrible accident involving you, the new untested Cartoon-A-Tron (pat. pend.), a piece of chocolate cake and an ordinary paper clip. I won’t go into all the horrid details, but in the end you get Cartooninated®. Not just your end, all of you. So, what would you be wearing?
Now, you could pick your favorite outfit in real life. Or you could make something up. Since you’ve been Cartooninated® you could be, say, an anthropomorphic mouse in a powder blue tuxedo or a seven foot tall shadow in spats and a sombrero. Or you could just be a person. Whatever you feel the cartoon you would wear and look like. We have plenty of ascots, so don’t be shy.
To reiterate…
If you were a cartoon and had to wear the same clothes everyday (actually the same outfit, it can be a different set everyday so your clothes always smell spring-time fresh) what would be your ensemble?
-Rue.
P.S. I’d have on my hiking boots, a pair of brown cargo pants, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and a khaki photographer’s vest.
Either than or I’d be a sloth in comfy sweats and a broad brimmed straw hat.
Could Jessica Rabbit be sluttier if she wore comfy shoes? That’s the deciding factor. I wouldn’t want to be Cartoonated and spend eternity with aching feet.
I’d be dressed like one of the c. 1910 Parisians in Jacques Tardi’s serial, “The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec.” Lucien Brindavoine, maybe.
Black suit, black vest (with watchchain), black tie, black shoes, black hat, white shirt.
I don’t talk, but my thoughts are shown in a little thought bubble. I have no arms or legs, but I can move around by twisting and bouncing. The only sound effect I make is when I blink my eyes.
I can’t change clothes, but can rotate colors at will to suit my mood. Today I’m green on one face, with a red and blue checkerboard display on the back.
My keychain serves as a lasso/weapon to be used in times of distress.
As a cartoon bear, I’d be like that cartoon bear whose name I can’t remember right now but I think he mighta been a Disney one. He wore trousers and IIRC red suspenders. Wouldn’t wanna be like Yogi or Booboo cause I don’t want to wear a tie or bowtie everyday. I think I’d look good in just the trousers and red suspenders tho. I’d also always have a beer in my paw, which, cause I’d be cartoon bear, would have opposable thumbs. And my cartoon buddies would be big, burly, hairy, sweaty guys wearing skirts…err…kilts.
shimmery black jeans with an mp3 player permanently attached to the belt and headphones hanging around my neck. my black hiking boots, and a blue/black t-shirt with a very discreet but clever saying or image on it in white.
pretty much what i’m wearing now actually
add a billowy black trenchcoat and you have me in cartoon form.
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*Originally posted by garius *
shimmery black jeans with an mp3 player permanently attached to the belt and headphones hanging around my neck. my black hiking boots, and a blue/black t-shirt with a very discreet but clever saying or image on it in white.
pretty much what i’m wearing now actually
add a billowy black trenchcoat and you have me in cartoon form.
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Can I be your trusty sidekick?
You can clip me next to the MP3 player. I don’t take up a lot of space ::
And I’d be wearing… Um I dunno… A red shirt and no pants. (Stop it, mice hardly ever wear pants in cartoons, plus it would be kinda awkward, with my tail and all…)
I’d be a character out of Bill Mauldin’s Willie or Joe or Ace Reid’s Cowpokes, except drawn as biker trash (threadbare jeans and black shirt, no vest) and on a beat up '60s chopper.