You can probably hear Watch Me before you even reach his booth, as he alternates between calling compliments to any Acha within the vicinity and trying to coax passing kin to play.
A generous space has been marked out using vines and flowers and the dirt floor swept clean, making for a pretty stage for kin to crowd around and watch the performances- and performances there shall certainly be!
"Come and join us, show us your talents! You’re gorgeous, sublime, come into the circle. I can't wait to see you!"
Watch Me is all smiles.
Prize rarely wears a look that isn’t a constant state of exasperation and today is no difference, but he’s talked her into being here anyway and when Watch Me fails to explain anything, she does her part.
"If you want a token, we will give you a prompt and you must act it out, it’s really very simple."
Then she does smile, just a little one and you might worry about exactly what the prompt might be.
Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 10:27 pm
OOC Details
ONCE PER DAY you may roll two 20 sided dice which will combine to form a prompt given to you by Watch Me and Prize. Your kin must then play it out in the circle as a solo act. Your responses can be as long or short as you require.
You're welcome to interact with Watch Me and Prize!
Extra hilarious replies may win extra tokens or bad art.
The Lists
List One
1. In love with a 2. Trying to fly on a 3. Testing your strength with a 4. Taking your last breath near a 5. Accidentally swallowed by a 6. Dreaming about a giant 7. Suddenly the size of a 8. A conversation with a 9. Just gave birth to a 10. Being eaten by a 11. Running towards a 12. Running away from a 13. Arguing with a very angry 14. Crying about a 15. Stuck in a 16. Your apple was just stolen by a 17. Singing your adoration of a 18. Conducting an etiquette class for a 19. You’re gonna go fight that 20. Searching for a lost treasure in a
List Two
1. caiman 2. snowstorm 3. mountain 4. rock 5. cactus 6. flowers 7. boar 8. mangrove 9. giant slug 10. Totoma 11. spider 12. broken leg 13. frog 14. plague of locusts 15. wildfire 16. cloud 17. wasp nest 18. doe with really really long hair 19. grave 20. pear
Tyrant knew he was a great storyteller, so he was sure he could be a great actor as well. When given his prompt, he smiled. A song of praise? Why certainly! He knew a great many songs of praise, for he'd learned so many about his own family. But... he had to sing the praise... of... a totoma!?
Ugh. The big, smelly brutes were the opposite of the dainty, talented acha- but he supposed that he could make this sacrifice for the sake of ART. But how did one sing the praises of a warrior? He tried to imagine an artistic totoma, but failed miserably. He would have to wing it. Clearing his throat (and trying to unwrinkle his nose), he began.
"O Totoma!" he intoned, wincing as he minced his words. "Your horns... are minimally chipped and while clearly dry and in need of moisturization the least flaky I have ever seen on one of your kind. Your tail... is short, like this sentence about it. Your eyes are both in your head and mostly bright and neither of them has been scarred, which is great- because that's unattractive. Your ears are like two small gingko leaves, too small to shoo away flies- but that's good for you because you have hard armor, which keeps you from being too graceful and I suppose protects you during one of your battles. Your fur is shaggy and dense, but hasn't yet formed the mats which are so prevalent upon the undercarriage of your kind; you are as good as you can be without, you know, being an acha."
He sniffed and took a bow towards his imaginary partner, then bounded away to go wash his mouth out and avoid the ire of any totoma in the audience.
"...." The Kin stared, wondering if this prompt would get any more lucid if time passed. No. If anything it seemed to grow more absurd and downright zany by the second.
Clearing his throat, he tapped his foot on the ground, "In order to be... a... Mountain? Yes, a Mountain. In order to be a Mountain one must be..." He waved his hoof in the air, as if conjuring the words, but the spell failed. He was left windmilling his hoof and looking lost and faintly panicked, "Mountainy... And have to have a good sense of... Weight? And er.... uh... You... You need to be..."
Dead silence. Butterfly Kiss gulped and whispered weakly, "Tall?"
Step to the right was no stranger to making a fool of himself. And he was no stranger to preforming. So when Watch Me finished setting up the performance booth at the festival, Right stepped up and nodded to the boss, and then gave a wink to the lovely Prize. He was ready for anything. ...He thought. When he was told his scene to act out, it took the blue footed Acha a moment to figure out what exactly to do. A cloud?
Finally, he worked it out in his head. Alright. He could do this! He closed his eyes, imagining a cloud to be like the thickest fog he'd ever seen in the swamp, where he wasn't able to see anything past his nose, so he decided to just be "blind" for this. He started walking around, dragging his limbs slowly like he was swimming. He imagined that clouds had to be sticky to hold their shape, like wading through honey. He turned himself about, like he was lost. He was slow and controlled as he moved, slowly lowering himself to his side, then his back, swinging his hooves into the air. "Do clouds even know which way is up?" He rolled to his other side and then got to his knees before doing a (slightly faster) summersault and sitting on his rump. He peeked out from one eye, just to see where he was, and looked for Prize. "Ah, the wind is picking up~" He slowly rolled and "swam" his way around the ring, making his way slowly to Prize and attempted to end his little performance with a kiss to her, if she would allow it.
Ruriska
Sorry not sorry that Right hits on all the ladies.
This one was easy enough. Regal with a "Might makes Right" attitude, Hemlock ascended the dias and promptly fell in a dying swan move. She languidly took a cat nap, woke up, dazzled the audience with a triumphant smile and glided back down to where the audience lay. She didn't have to be the deity of speed to outrun the clouds, as she was perfect by design. Clueless as always, she grinned at no one in particular.
Sideshow coughs softly as the prompt is given to her, unable to suppress a small chuckle. She's spent most of her adult-life as a performer but, well, even she can't suppress her amusement at this particular prompt. After a moment, though, she straightens her face and considers, before she begins.
"What a beautiful mane you have!" She starts, as if speaking to the imaginary doe in question, and takes a few steps forward. Her expression is, she hopes, entirely convincing of one witnessing something truly beautiful.
"You may touch it, if you like," the disembodied voice begins, and Sideshow suppresses a grin as a few kin look surprised by her ventriloquist act.
"Oh, why -- thank you, I think I will." She leans forward, reaching out with one hoof as if to touch it, and then her nose as if to feel how very soft it is, rubbing her cheek against the invisible locks. "Ahhh why.... it's so soft, I think -- achoo!" She sneezes, and makes as if to step away, and starts, jerking a little as if trapped.
"I, er... I think I'm stuck."
"Oh, no!" Says the disembodied voice. "Wait, let me help you."
Sideshow stands still, aside from miming a bit of shaking of her head, and lifting of her hooves, as if trying to escape, before rolling onto her back. "Ah -- I don't think this is helping at all!" Her voice is not-quite-panicked. "I think it's got me!" Her voice rises higher.
"Oh no! I'm --- it's.... algflhghfg;h...." fading off as she curls into a ball, as if being swallowed by the hair. Then, after a moment, she jumps up and bows.
"Thank you very much!" and proceeds to make her way to the sidelines with a small grin, to see what ridiculous prompt might be given out next.
Malachite smirked as he heard his prompt, he had definitely been in situations that felt like that before. He had a penchant for getting into trouble. Being the flirty space case that he is though, his mind drifted for a moment as he tried to decide which of the two hosts he liked more. The sultry acha was so pouty and cute, he just wanted to figure out every way to make her smile! But that kio buck was just to die for. He had such style and spunk! Malachite grinned and trotted forward onto the stage, giving the judges what he thought was a charming wink. Ever confident, he was certain his performance would impress them.
He turned away from the crowd, and in the same motion circled back to face them, his expression now quite grim. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulled back in a snarl, he certainly looked disgruntled. He swished his tail angrily and stamped the ground with his hoof. "Look, it was a mistake okay? I never meant to stumble into your home, but that doesn't give you the right to act like such a beast about it!" he yelled at the imaginary caiman while taking a few steps back, dodging imaginary bites presumably. "Honestly I don't know why you'd chose to lie around in the muck all day, and then snap at every kin who happens to walk by, haven't you got anything better to do?" his voice became a little panicked now and he began jumping about as if being chased. "Come on now, why must you be so sharp and uninviting! I'd really prefer to keep my hooves, thank you! If you continue to act like such a savage I'll be forced to bring some Totoma friends back here with me to teach you a lesson!" with that the imaginary caiman seemed to have backed down for Malachite relaxed and took a step forward, jeering, "Yeah you'd better run!" He then began to chuckle and decided to take a bow to try to hide his laughter.
A conversation with a wildfire Blue blood was a bit interested in the premise, yet when he got his part he was left stumbling. A conversation with a wildfire? How did one talk to flame? This was more something for a seer or a mystic, not a buck like himself. Still, he could try.
A dep breath he drew out some flames on the ground then glared as angrily as he could at them.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself." He scolded the imaginare wildfire. "All I asked was you to cook my catch, and now look at you. Not only did you consume my dinner, you've consumed my entire home and RUINED my favorite pelt. No, no, don't you burn away from me!" He jumped up looking as offended as he could. "I MADE YOU. DON'T YOU DARE BURN OUT ON ME." He gasped, pretending it was leaving him. "I see how it is, once I have noting left I'm not worth your time? Well fine, go burn the rest of the swamp see if I care!" He sat, glaring at the fake flame. "I hope you get rained on."
And that was that, he looked at the duo become smiling. Blue Blood figured he was a great actor.
19 & 18: You’re gonna go fight that doe with really really long hair.
Swim grimaced at her prompt, she'd never been in a fight before what was she supposed to do? First find the doe, she guessed. And since this was a solo act that meant an imaginary doe. With really long hair.
Picking a spot on stage, just off center, Swim glares at the empty space before her, giving a somewhat squeaky growl. Now what? A reason to fight? Thinking quickly she rears up, kicking at the imaginary doe. "I told you that's my feather! Now give it back!" She bellows, deciding on a silly fight for a silly prompt.
What follows is a lot of bucking, kicking and air biting, interspersed with more squeaky growls. Now and then Swim - over - dramatically falls to the ground, flailing her legs, whipping her tail about and snarling insults such as "Your father was a toad's foot!" and other such silliness.
After her most recent fall Swim jumps up again and stomps on the pretend doe. "Got you by your pretty hair you thief!" she yells, biting viciously at the supposed doe under her. Tucking her tongue against her mouth, to imitate an ear in her jaws, she bellows "I'll rip your ear off if you don't gimme my feather back!"
She waits a second then yanks her head up, turning to spit out the supposed ear. Giving a final kick, Swim reaches down as if to pluck something up and grinning trots over to the pair running this spectacle. "Got mah feather back, I get a token now yeah?" she gives them a cheeky grin.
20,10 Searching for a lost treasure in a Totoma (Because this can only end well)
Tangled Web had been egged on by an acquaintance to give this booth a try. He did, after all, love to tell stories. So he decided to take up the challenge. But the yellow buck almost paled when given his topic. That was just weird on SO MANY LEVELS, but he would give it a try.
"Ah, Yes, you see, a long time ago, almost another lifetime ago, I knew a pair of totoma, twin brothers. They were each nearly the size of a mountain. They were constantly squabbling and fighting over every trivial thing. One day, the brothers came to me, once again arguing. They had lost their most valuable treasure, and their nanny wouldn't help them find it, being fed up with the antics of the twins for the day. I agreed to help them and so the three of us searched high and low. Well, they searched high, I searched low. But their treasure was nowhere to be found. The pair started to fight again over who's fault it was that their treasure was lost. They started to fight and wrestle, and as they did, I spotted something I yelled at them to hold still, because I thought I had found it. They both froze, and I had to slowly climb into the fur of one of those mountainous Totoma. If you've never tried to pull a burr out of a totoma's coat, then you don't know how incredibly thick their fur is, and how hard it is to move ANYTHING out of their fur, let alone try to climb through it. It took me hours to work my way through the boy's thick fur, and there were all manner of tangled items and mats of hair blocking my path. But at last, I came to what I'd seen. It was a large seed pod that made a soft jingle when you shook it. They had always played with it for as long as I had known them. I snatched the treasure out of the totoma's fur and leaped out, back onto solid ground and held up the seed pod. 'Is this what you were looking for?' I asked them, feeling quite triumphant. They were both elated that their treasure was found, but... after a heartbeat, the boys began fighting and arguing again. They couldn't decide whose fault it was that it was tangled in one's fur. But... that was how they were. Their treasure was found, and I could get some peace and quiet away from their bickering."
Web bowed his head before looking at the pair of hosts; specifically at the doe who had given him such a bizarre topic for a story. He looked at the doe, and thought she was smiling smugly (though he couldn't be sure.) It made him wonder if she had done that intentionally. Had she given such a strange topic just to see him sweat? He gave her a smug smile back because he had a story for such a ridiculous prompt.
Given a new thing to act out, Blue blood shoke his mane and looked skyward at the clouds. Giving them a small bowing nod of his head he bagn his acting.
"Now, it is considered polite to only rain when plants require it, more can harm or cause upset. It is extreme rude to have a sudden thunderstorm, and while you do not control the winds, you can chose to hold in your thunder and lightning as to not frighten the foals. At least not right over them. One must be gentle with them. Likewise, giving shade on a hot summer day is a kindness. But do not give it than vanish in a moment. There is nothing more irritating than resting in the shade of a cloud only for it to move away." He gave the clouds a lood.
"I hope you are paying attention. There will be a test you know."
Then he snapped his attention to a different cloud. "AND ONE MUST NEVER MAKE VULGAR SHAPES. I SAW THAT BUDDY."
Despite how ridiculous her prompt had been yesterday, it had been quite a bit of fun to act it out. Not to mention, watching everyone else act out their own prompts. And so, the petite, fluffy, doe finds herself among the crowd once again as she considers joining in. Really, though, it's not much of a question. She's always enjoyed the art of acting, of throwing herself into another life that's not her own, even if only momentarily, to imagine being something, or someone, else entirely. Even if that someone is... rather silly.
She grins.
"I'm back for another round. Let's have at it."
-rolling- Testing your strength with a frog.
Sideshow arches a brow as her prompt is given, and then shakes her head. Honestly, these are just plain silly, but... very well. She draws in a breath and then goes still for a few moments, signalling she's about to begin.
"Rrrriiibbit.."
"What did you say, frog?" The doe narrows her eyes at the invisible frog, tails puffing up angrily.
"Rrriibbbit."
A gasp, and then she takes a step forward. "How dare you insult my mother you-- you-- frog! That's it! We're on, now! I warned you, frog!" She runs about the circle, as if chasing the frog, stomping her hooves and then -- with one supposedly well-aimed hoof, she smashes it, grinding her hoof into the ground and lets out a bit of maniacal laughter.
"That's what you get, frog! That's what happens when you mess with me!"
Quiet reigns for a moment, her act perhaps a little too convincing, and she flushes.
"A-anyway.... that's what would happen if a frog picked a fight with me."
Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 4:42 pm
The thin smile that had graced Prize's face dropped entirely and as Step to the Right made his kissing attempt, she tilted her head back and gave a very firm, very sharp, "No."
Hemlock was easy to spot enough among the snow. High contrasts made for arresting scenes, but she had to pantomine this act. Up until the dias she surveyed the horizon and ignored the audience. She would not break character. Hi and low she scanned before sniffing the area behind her while accomplishing breakbacking feats of dexterity and acrobatics. She finally inverted herself so much that her butt sat atop her head for her finishing act. Like an expert, she pulled herself out of that pickle and resumed her spot in the audience, hoping they enjoyed her casual attempt at comedy.
