"Goooooood Morning, L'Maaannbuuuuurrg~!" Eret called out, holding on to the cordless microphone Quackity had covered in pink glitter just for them.
Just a few hours ago, Eret had been pawing through their wardrobe to try to find something fabulous that no one had ever seen, or at the very least had been tucked in the back of the wardrobe long enough to be forgotten and thus become fabulous. They'd gotten a bit carried away and started throwing garments behind them. Those garments had landed on their personal attendant; a blaze hybrid named Cendis.
But now... Now they were dressed to the nines, complete with makeup and matching nails. Their sparkling heels gave a satisfying click as they crossed the freshly built wooden stage. A mass of happy, excited, cheering people had gathered to participate in the auction and some had a favorite in mind. Eret commanded their attention, standing on that stage, larger than life. The black fabric hugged their form, fishtailed at the knees and shone brilliant, but muted rainbows under certain lighting. "I'm so happy to see so many people gathered here for this event! I mean, it's not my country anymore, but I love L'Manburg!"
Back stage, Puns was helping the people who were about to have their time auctioned off straighten out their suits before they had to go on. He knew he had plenty of time to get it all right, because Eret was going to work up the crowd. and keep the spotlight on themself for as long as they could. First up would be Tommy, so he was the focus in that moment. The blond boy had eagerly volunteered to go first - half because he was excited, and half because he was insecure about getting less money than everyone else on the docket. Wilbur had tried to assure him that the people of L'Manburg truly adored him, but something a big brother was obligated to say would never be as loud as anxiety.
Tommy was dressed in a white suit, with a red vest, black button up shirt, and a red rose pinned on the lapel of the suit jacket. Wilbur had picked it out, and then refused to wear a suit, even though everyone else had. Typical Wilbur. Even Technoblade and Philza wore suits. Techno's was a black number with pink pinstripes, a pink undershirt and a jeweled crown broach pinned to his lapel. His hair had been pulled back into a simple ponytail instead of being braided, and a string of gold beads hung loosely among his flowing pink hair.
Phil's suit had to be specially made to accommodate the large, black feather wings on his back, but everyone who'd seen it had told him it looked good. The suit itself was a deep forest green with black trimmings. The undershirt was black, and the so was the vest, though the vest had shining foil feather outlines decorating the front. Phil had his hair pulled back, with two small braids tucked into the ponytail. He'd wanted to put on his hat and his usual black cloak, but Wil had Fundy them somewhere in the house. The young fox had wanted to come and participate, for the glory of L'Manburg, but was told that the greatest way he could help would be with caring for Michael for the day so Tubbo and Ranboo could participate. Fundy reluctantly agreed.
Eret's showboating was coming to a close, for now, so Tommy hopped over to where he'd be exiting the curtain to take the stage. Sapnap took over the med tent so Karl could take his turn when it came, and Schlatt took the clipboard when it was Alex's turn. Tubbo danced around on the stage when his turn came up, and Ranboo, not wanting to be there at all, tried to look as small as possible, but between Eret's skill as a host and his Ender blood, that was near impossible. Eret auctioned themself off, and Technoblade stepped out to an explosive round of cheering. He simply stood still, leaning on his axe and staring blankly out into the crowd until he'd heard Eret call out, "Sold!"
Philza groaned. Being last in line didn't bother him, but Technoblade was a tough act to follow. He wasn't particularly enthused about this in the first place, but now that it was his turn, he wanted to fly off and hide in Snowchester. Schlatt slapping his ass didn't help. The Crow Father turned on his heels to yell, but Schlatt's ridiculous grin scared off any words he might have had. They wouldn't make a difference anyway. Feathers ruffled, Phil stepped out on stage on que, flexed a bit, and did his part for the country his family had worked so hard to build.
The auction was over, but the fun kept going until sunset when people shuffled off to avoid the mobs that spawned when the dark of night came. Eret strutted their way backstage and put the microphone in Wilbur's hands. "There... Forgive me yet?"
"I'll consider it," Wilbur smirked, "but what are you going to do to make it up to Tommy?"