=>[MINI-META] NOVA's Meet and Greet

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Sascha meticulously rearranged the merchandise to account for empty spaces where pieces had been taken. He didn't see the rodent until it landed among the sunglasses. "Ghhk!" He choked unflatteringly. He recovered quickly enough when he noticed the white fur indicative of someone's lusus.

Sascha looked up and spotted Garand, who was already collecting his parent. "No problem! Happy to see fans of all colors and species," Sascha replied with a sharp but flippant wave of his hand.

He looked over in the direction Garand was indicating. The dancing birds? Those were a hot-ticket item; at least according to Sascha who had already stowed at least four to take back to his own hive.

"Of course!" Sascha popped the cap off his marker with one hand and grabbed for the bird with the other. Its vigorous gyrating gave Sascha some trouble to balance while he wrote on its base, but the signature came out nice regardless.

"...And... Pan. Here ya go!" Sascha handed the toy to Garand, autograph facing outwards. "Thanks for your support, kid!"

KitsuneAura

 

[Doutei]

seekingCylem

Oooh! Please! I want one of those!
Name: Tevini Euruft
Swag: A shot glass with a skull motif, courtesy of Chittentown's local party hot-spot, Underworld.
Request: text

By now Tevini had visited a few booths and narrowed down the possible places he could be. Peering around a corner, she observed Sascha's booth with a nervous energy. She'd prepared for this moment and still felt panic bubbling in her gut. Her disguise wasn't perfect but hopefully it'd be good enough for her to pull this off without any problems.

"Hello, I would like a shot. Glass. Signed." Tevini mechanically walked over and spoke with a forced friendliness, or at least attempted to. Stumbling over her words, she reached towards the booth runner to accept a piece of signed merchandise to place in the medium sized wagon she pulled along. It contained a crate of sorts and had a familiar smell.

"Thank. You. I would ask you pass this to the Underworld sponsor." Why hadn't she practiced her script more before coming here? Awkwardly she shoved a note into Sascha's hand and began to back away, glancing around for Cerpin. She'd seen him here a second ago but she'd lost track of him while fumbling to pull out her note. That wasn't a good sign...

Yamashii

 

[seekingCylem]

Sascha turned away from Garand to see another troll approach the booth. "Sure thing!" Sascha replied casually. The troll seemed nervous, but that was perfectly normal when approaching a TV star. Sascha scribbled his signature on the side of the small glass with a metallic pen.

"This is a permanent marker, but I probably wouldn't send it through the nutrition plateau ablution unit." Sascha handed over the glass, only to have it be exchanged for a letter.

Sascha looked down at the now partially-crumpled paper. "What, Cerpin?" Automatically, Sascha started unfolding the note.

Doutei

Yamashii

 

[Doutei]

"No!" Tevini's eyes widened as Sascha began opening the note! Scrambling to try and grab it from him, her bloodpusher pounded as she was reminded she wasn't very good at wrestling. Her sunglasses (stolen Lorara merchandise from another booth) fell off in the struggle and she cursed her bad athletic skills as well as luck.

"That wasn't for you-" The redblood yelped, now trying to untangle herself since her face was visible. Cerpin would look over any second and recognize her, which meant it was time for plan B. Grabbing onto her wagon, the girl ripped out a handful of perfumes and held them out threateningly.

"Stay back or I'll use this!" The image of a hissing cat, her curly hair almost frizzed from the adrenaline.

Note

Cerpin, this is foolish. This contest puts everything in danger! You can't risk this. Pull out immediately! If you pull everything out of the contest and wait at home, I will return.

-Vee

Yamashii

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[Yamashii]

By now Cerpin's attention had totally wandered to visualizing how many trolls stacked as tightly as possible would fit in the building across the way from the booth. He was incredibly bored because none of his friends had dropped by to say hi. He had Sascha for company, sure, but the yellowblood had his hands full with taking selfies and schmoozing with fans.

Faintly, he heard his name.

"Yeah? What's-" He turned towards Sascha to sees crazed fan trying to wrestle an autographed scrap of paper from the superstar. No wait, was that-? The hair was wrong but the eyes were unmistakeable.

"Tevini?! You! Get back here, Sascha, stop her!" Instantly, the purpleblood's demeanor changes from relaxed and chill to rattled and angry. He dropped the lotion to the ground and lunged after her, pushing the yellowblood to the side if he had to. Her threat of perfume did not faze him.

Common scents had never done much to deter him from anything.

Doutei

one way or another, i'm gonna getcha...
I'M GONNA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA

seekingCylem

if you want Sascha to have read the note, i don't mind

 

[seekingCylem]

Sascha laughed at the redblood's overblown reaction and pathetic attempt to try and tear the note away from him. It did nothing but make him want to read it more. Maybe he should read it out loud! That said, reading it at all was difficult given the commotion.

Sascha only managed a brief scan of the message's contents before Cerpin arrived on the scene. Sascha's amusement had already been fading into confusion, but was quickly detoured into shock. All the time Sascha had spent hanging around Cerpin, he'd never seen the purpleblood come close to being angry. Sascha dodged Cerpin on reflex. Inventory jumbled around the booth.

"Yo- What-!?" Sascha tried to catch up with the scene. He looked back to Tevini only to see her brandishing... perfume bottles!? "HEY, DON'T YOU ********' DARE!" Sascha held one hand outstretched, threateningly.  

[Doutei]

"No!" There were a lot of words Tevini wanted to say but instead she panicked. As Cerpin leaped over the booth, she scurried back a little, realizing she had a lot more fears about the way she'd left than she'd thought. She knew she was the one who'd come here to try and talk but Cerpin was completely disregarding the note and message, going straight into capture mode. She wasn't willing to compromise so simply!

"Not until you quit!" The redblood shouted, aware that she was making a scene but by now she didn't have a choice. She'd seen protesters before but never known the feeling of conviction, of truly believing someone was doing something stupid and maybe being able to do something about it. Most of her life she'd spent believing you couldn't change anything, just get out.

Truthfully that was probably still her best option right now.

Still, she'd come to tell Cerpin to get out of the public eye again. His identity could be compromised, he could be put in danger if anyone discovered his ties to the rebels. Wasn't the whole point of their traumatic experience at the Chittentown Space Tower to break into the database and clean their records? How could he do this and put himself back in jeopardy again? Sure nothing had happened yet but what if it did?!

"Stop him!" The yellowblood's intimidating reach caught her attention and she made her decision. She'd feel bad later for what she did next but it was all too much at the time and she'd needed to just do something. Jamming the top of the perfumes in her hands, Tevini then hurled them at the booth to make it clear she meant business. If Sascha was going to immediately do everything she hadn't wanted and then possibly help Cerpin, she was going to have to slow him down. Disrupting this stupid popularity contest seemed like a good distraction. Perfume-bombs rained the booth, some simply shattering as they hit the ground. Satisfied and terrified, Tevini then began to run, wagon in tow.

Yamashii

do you wanna turn it into a BATT?

seekingCylem

depending on Sascha's reaction, would he be interested in a BATT? : D it's also fine if you'd rather him stay back and deal with his booth instead though!