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OOC Information

This is an ORP set up by and run by the Royal Rainbow Troupe. Everyone is welcome to join in, enter the grove and take a seat to listen to the many spooky stories that will be told throughout the night.

There will be prizes for participating.

The first half of the RP will be open for maybe a week (depending how long it takes for Lolli and I to get our s**t together) after which certain tribe plots will come into effect. Tribe members currently in the RP will be asked to respond to what is happening and all tribe members afterwards will be making a choice as to their future. (Yes, I know I promised the RRT would be free of drama but plots guys, plots.)

And as usual, the tribe will be open happily accept new members. Please approach Watch Me or Prize (and quote me!) if that's what you're here for.

We hope you join us!

Everything had gone smoothly so far. There had been no complaints from anyone during the day of preparations and he had high hopes for their visitor count. Anyone not putting up spider webs and creepy paraphernalia (Gossamer Threads had really done his finest work here!) had been sent out to spread the word. The Royal Rainbow Troupe was going to pull off the perfect night of frights!

The visitors would get their first glimpse of Watch Me, the unmistakable buck with his garish mask and red splotches of berry juice meant to be blood, as he rushed from the darkness with a ghoulish howl of welcome.



Seclusion meanwhile had been bullied into telling the first story and she was lazing among a pile of bones (for terrifying effect!) and was ready to launch into her tale (to get it over and done with please) as soon as someone arrived. She kept trying to start early, so her story could fall on empty ears, but Prize would keeping too keen an eye out.



Prize was keeping an eye out and not just for lazy tribe members. This night would start well and finish well, she vowed. She would stamp down any trouble before it ever started.



Winding her way among the trees, brushing neatly past the silken spider threads, Skindeep laughed and waited.

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Never let it be said that a pregnant doe could not be graceful. Round and very obviously pregnant, Secret Pleasures still had a controlled grace to her steps and she liked to think that the roundness of her belly nicely accentuated her thin, lithe legs. She had a delicate veil of spider web draped elegantly over her playful hair and she had a secretive smile on her face as she settled into the atmosphere of the grove. She wasn't officially a member of the tribe, though she liked to dangle the possibility of her joining in front of Watch Me every so often. She supposed that eventually she would give in to his cajoling, but for now, here she was, a guest.

She might not be a member of the tribe, but she was still a performer, a storyteller and a dancer in one with her skills currently pledged to another tribe. She would perform tonight if asked, as long as she wasn't too busy admiring the shadow the moon cast of her form on the ground as she walked. She had decided that she was allowed to be a little vain when she was pregnant. She was sure Watch Me wouldn't begrudge her.

[quote me if you want to chat, especially if you're open to fawning over her. xD]

Honey chuckled delightedly, tilting her head a bit in embarassment. She was used to the occasional come-on from members of the Troupe - most were avid flirts, offering compliments and innuendos to anyone within earshot, but she was quite pleased at a more sincere sentiment, especially coming from such a beautiful doe such as Secret Pleasures. "Oh no, I'm afraid I don't have the talent nor the imagination to be a good storyteller. Seclusion is a much more suitable candidate, and I'm sure many of the Tribe will chime in with their own creations as the moon passes over. I'm just here as a helper from the shadows, as it were," Honey coyly looked up, flattering her eyelashes minutely from behind her mask at the delightful doe, "How about you? Will you be performing? A story, a song, or a dance, perhaps? Or are you here strictly as a spectator?"

Watch me did not miss a moment of the action. Even as he prowled gracefully at the grove entrance waiting for his 'prey' to arrive, he had taken note of all of his performers and current guests. Art Beat in particular would receive great praise by the end of the night. Her paintwork was perfection, adding the perfect dark touch to the otherwise colourful kin of his troupe.

Secret Pleasure had also caught his eye on more than one occasion, as she strolled elegantly past. He positively shone with paternal pride whenever he saw her full belly and had, despite Prize’s many protests, spent the last portion of set-up exclusively fawning over the pregnant doe. It wouldn't be long before he would be by her side again but first he had other things to do.

No new and pretty Acha was safe while Watch Me was around.

"Awoooo!" He howled as he trotted up alongside Grin. "Welcome my friend!" The Kiokote had already noticed the Acha’s focus and he gave a conspiratorial wink from behind his mask. "Have a crush do we? Art Beat darling, you have an admirer! Do come and give him some attention."