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The booth in front of you is painted purple, the lights on it are purple, and someone's done a quite good job of attaching a pair of fins to either side. It's y'know, subtle for a seadweller.

Lounging behind the counter, Regina is sporting a tshirt stating that 'this is not the queen you are looking for' and a pair of false glasses complete with nose, hairy eyebrows, and moustache. In other words, she's incognito. Occasionally, she gets up and leaves the booth unattended for long periods of time, seemingly unworried about possible thieves or vandals. Perhaps the reasoning behind this is all the rather badly disguised plain-clothed drones lounging around near the booth, or the security cameras quietly humming away all around.

The booth doesn't seem to have many activities, the only one readily visible being a large box filled with darts and a board hung up on the back of the booth wall, complete with drawing pinned on top.



Dumbass Darts
Players have three tries per day to toss the dart as close to the center of the troll's face as possible. Roll 3d20, and the lower the number, the closer you are to the middle. Each attempt must also contain min 50 words of roleplay to count. Each day the three trolls with the 3 lowest rolls will win 1 ticket each. Users can return each day for another 3 rolls. If you score well enough, you can also take home some cheap garbage. Or rather, limited edition merchandise. The large stack of boxes that Regina is using as an impromptu lounge chair suggests she has enough to stock an army.

It didn't take Dictys long to scout out the other seadweller's booth - like attracted like, after all. Right? There were a number of intriguing purple goodies - cheap, perhaps, but there was always the principle of bread and circuses. Either way, Dictys was willing to show solidarity for someone who'd someday be eir colleague, even if they did seem strangely enthusiastic about Regina Marian. Where was their pride? How could they truly stand out then? There was no doubt that she liked obedient followers, of course, but Dictys couldn't even spy a hint of the seadweller running the booth's own colors.

Nevertheless ey easily nabbed a triad of the little darts and set eir sights on...who the hell was this lowblood? They almost certainly weren't a celebrity - those horns were so disappointing. Well, it didn't matter. Dictys halfheartedly tossed a dart in the image's direction...and watched it veer completely off course. It hadn't even hit the target!

Chiara Moteku

Finally! The Bloodfest! Chiara had been waiting for this with much excitement. She walked hungerly among the booths, soaking it all in. Before long she came across the "Royalty Booth." Chiara had been meaning to scope out this so called "queen" of the trolls, all the better to find out if she is worthy of Chiara's "devotion." Of course she kept this to herself, no use in making a scene yet. The festival has only just started. Chiara sized up the troll at the booth, and proceeded to scopes the "prizes," admiring the bobble head doll. After inspecting the items at her leisure she picked up a set of the darts and hurled them at the face.

This looked quick and easy! Although very...very highblooded. Reemus couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. It was so TYRIAN. But darts! Even though he was spooked by all the security and the strange appearance of the booth runner, he steeled himself and approached anyways. "G'day, mate!" he said to the glasses-wearing troll. "I'm gonna try out yer game. It looks fun!"
There. He was pleasant. Now no one could get snappy with him, right?

Reemus picked up the darts. He carefully aimed, letting his hand waver as he got it juuuust right. His tongue stuck out a bit as he did so. Then. Thwop. Thwop. Thwop! First throw was not so stellar, but he made up for it fast. "Oh! Crikey! Mum, lookit that!" Reemus cheered to his howlbeast lusus next to him. She barked back enthusiastically, even though she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be excited about. "I think...I think I won somethin'?" He squinted at the sign that reported deets on the prizes.

Now this! This was a booth! Klymen was impressed, although it was probably half due to the fact it was a booth dedicated to the queen. Nonetheless, it was still a nicely decorated booth and she stepped up to see what the game was to try. Darts. Ok, well, that wasn't what she was expecting but it was always fun to show off her abilities. Maybe even prove herself to the queen!

Klymen's picked up the first dart and eyeballed it, it landing somewhere near the center much to her delight. A hit! Already she was starting off well and she took a moment to preen, quietly congratulating herself. She wasn't even sure if it was going to hit, to be honest, and she was proud that she managed it.

Picking up the second dart, she weighed it in her hand for a moment before giving it a throw. This one was much worse than before, landing somewhere in an outer ring and she frowned deeply. That wasn't good, probably from small ego she had gained just from the first throw. She really needed to get her act together.

Grabbing the third dart, Klymen took a breath before throwing it at the board. This was better than the last and only a little worse than the first, making her smile again. Well, that had been kinda fun.

Pragma wandered through the crowd before his eyes lighted upon another dart stand! He must give it another go, it's all practice right! This time scooping up the three darts directed, smiling at the purpleblood who lurked behind it ((completely oblivious to who she was)), the young orangeblood let them rip. Not so great of a run it seemed, none of them were that close to the middle at all. He promised the lady he would be back and set back off into the crowd.

Hazmas cautiously approached the booth, recognizing it as the one he'd smoke bombed earlier that day. He hadn't meant to make the place smell for so long and he hoped the owners wouldn't recognize him as the vandal who did it.

"I-I'll have a go," he stammered, taking up the darts. He made it a point not to look the booth owner in the eye before trying his hand at the currently intimidating game of darts.

[+] Kursha Vidari

In the middle of the main way Kursha stopped and stared.

Was that... Byakko?

His brow furrowed. He squinted at the target board, trying to picture the tealblood. There it was: the side braid, the hair clips, the messy bangs, the nubby horns, the scar on her cheek. The only thing missing was the terse expression, which had been replaced by something far more comical.

The beginnings of a smile tugged at Kursha's features. Now, how did Her Imperial Condescension know the leader of the rebels? More importantly, assuming she did know, how was Byakko still alive? There was a story here; he could almost smell it. Unfortunately the queen appeared to be out at the moment. That was no matter. He would come back later and see if he could coax some information out of her. In the meantime, he would practise his dart throwing technique.

Kursha felt little shame in pinning darts to Byakko's face. After all, it was not really Byakko—it was not even an accurate representation of her—just a parody. Hell, if it was him up there, he'd be flattered. The queen obviously cared, for better or for worse, to theme her booth around the tealblood. Maybe tomorrow, after his interview with Regina, he could swipe it to show to Byakko. She might be amused. If not, at least he would be.

His results were less than spectacular, but he did win a cheap pen. Twirling it between his fingers, Kursha sauntered away. He would be back.