Welcome to Gaia! ::

So how does this booth work? It's simple! Take an image, get on Blingee (or some similar website), and graffiti it to your heart's content. (If these sorts of websites don't work for you, feel free to scribble on an image in MS Paint and call it a day.) The point is to have fun, and also to fill the thread with Snoops.

In-character, Wild Green Stones will blindfold your kin and assign them something to paint, while blindfolded. Skill level does not at all matter. Then he'll reward them with a token and send them on their way!

We've provided six images for you to decorate, but you can choose your own if they're appropriate to the prompt. Roll 1d6 to see what your kin gets to play with!

1. Wild Green Stones leads you to a very large mushroom, ripe for the painting.
2. "Here, on the ground," says Wild Green Stones, after blindfolding you. You can't see it, but there's a lovely skull there.
3. A few steps away is a fallen log, which Wild Green Stones ditches you near, with some paint.
4. "Here you go," says Wild Green Stones, passing a turtle shell that's been freshly emptied of juices in front of you. Not that you can see it.
5. "It's right in front of you," says Wild Green Stones. When you're done painting, you remove your blindfold to find that you've been graffiti-ing a tree.
6. It becomes very quickly clear to you that the thing that you are painting is a giant rock.

Have fun "decorating" the swamp! Note: produced blingees (or other artwork) are just ooc representations of what your kin actually did. You are free to put as many non-canon elements as you'd like in your blingees - to your kin, it'll just look like an abstract mess wink

Fair Hunter wasn't really an artistic kin, but she grumblingly consented to the blindfold and went at it with the paints she was handed. She glared hard at the rock when she was done. It didn't look improved by her work; it was all smudges and dots and lines and messy. She wasn't a fan of messy.



((Blingee wasn't working for me sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad ))

Dead on Time prided himself on his artistic ability almost as much as he prided himself on his punctuality, so when he saw what he'd done to that poor turtle shell, he blanched in humiliation. "Er... yes," he said, wanting the earth to swallow him whole. "It looks very nice, doesn't it? So nice that- um, I have... I have to take it somewhere..."

He recalled seeing a booth where you could throw offerings down a hole. Oh yes. He had a plan for this terrible, terrible thing.