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The Moon Scouts have decided to open a Quadrants booth, where you spin the wheel and see which scout you get to preform the action upon! Just roll 2d6 - 1st for the quadrant, 2nd for the troll! Then, write a small, minimum 50 word message of you performing... Whatever you'd like. At the end of the day, all those who tried will be entered into a raffle, where the smoochers might get a ticket!



QUADRANT WHEEL


MOON SCOUT WHEEL

As soon as the booth opened, Tamiya appeared like a spectre at the counter. She spun the wheel. Nothing.

"Just testing the wheel," she explained.

She backed up one step, and then sidestepped away. She lingered around the peripherals of the tent for quite some time until she vanished again.

[+] Kursha Vidari

It was not at all Kursha's style. The whole affair was too gaudy, too bubbly, too saccharine for his tastes. Ordinarily he would have swept past such a booth without a second glance. But Vremea was there and he was at least obliged to say hello. As a friend.

Yeah, right.

Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, while carefully avoiding making eye-contact with anyone, Kursha strode over to the wheel. He gave it a light spin. There was a rapid click, click, click of the flipper springing over the wheel's prongs. At last it slowed and came to a stop. Diamonds. Not bad. The inner wheel stopped a a few seconds later, just barely sliding past the heart and onto... clubs. Bad. Very bad.

As Kursha looked up to regard the tealblood, he felt an uncomfortable pang of guilt from the past. There was no way in hell that was going to happen. He would say hello to Vremea later.

He tilted his head suddenly, as though listening. “What's that Xara?” A pause. All around, was the excited hubbub of talking. “Yeah, I'll be right there!” With that, he dashed off.

Definitely a cool escape.

Definitely.

Stryke decided after a bit of fidgeting and fussing he would at least try and be in the spirit of the festivities and give the Scouts booth the full experience. Qaudrants. The topic made him squirm and fidget like a nervous loon, but it was worth a shot...he prayed that it was not something he couldn't handle. Squeezing the little toy duck he had in his grasp, he nervously approached the wheel.

Giving the situation a bit of consideration, he took hold of the wheel and gave it a good yank. Fidgeting he watched as it spun..spun until it slowly began to come to a crawling halt. The result certainly wasn’t a terrible one; it brought a sigh of relief as his shoulders sagged slightly.

First it landed on a quadrant that was of the four perhaps the easiest for him to not panic over. His eyes shifted onto Odette when the result spoke of Sailor Swan. Approaching her, he waved for her attention sitting down with her. While he’d had a chance to confront Kursha not long ago and felt better about that particular issue than he had during the course of their group investigation, there was another thought on his mind he could try and seek advice on. One of a redblood he'd met some time ago...that he still wondered if he even realized he existed given how they'd met on such strange circumstances. It helped the shy girl herself was a redblood, maybe that would provide some kind of introspection on the matter…or so he could hope anyway.

"hey..i have sssomething i want to ask you." He murmured quietly, glancing over his shoulder as if worried the party involved might over here him. "i know this um. redblood. we sort of met under a weird pretence, but i've wanted to try and talk to him again. only problem is i don't know if he even would want too? he's really flighty, and uh...kinda stole from me but at least returned my wallet when i asked for it back."" Stryke recounted the tale, feeling a bit foolish for bringing up the incident. "do you think i should try approaching him? i know he runs a booth stall..i saw him with an orangeblood." He didn't name names, for fear of what might come from doing so.

At least Stryke felt comfortable enough to open up to Odette, the fact they were affiliated with the same organization helped even if such things would never be made mention of in such a public location.

After crinkling her nose up at the quadrant wheel game, Lorata turned her attention to the really interesting part of the booth, the little toy quackbeasts! She squinted at the redblood watching the little pool a long moment, tilting her head until she'd imagined the perfect pair of fins right there and then smiled brightly at her. Then it was to the matter at hand! Being the absolute best at this game! Clasping her hands together, Lorata watched each and every quackbeast as it floated along, then reached out lightning quick to pick what could only be the most perfect one.

31, the bottom of it read. Her eyes flickered up to the prize board, then back down, mouth settling into a frown. This was decidedly not the best possible number. There was a suspicious glance at the teen, a narrowing of her eyes, and then the obvious truth hit her. Obviously they hadn't put out the very best numbers yet, so they could keep the big prizes out for everyone to see a while longer.

Placated by the notion that she'd gotten the highest possible number for today, the little seadweller traded her quackbeast for a compact and then went on her merry way.

Reemus spun the wheel and...well. He couldn't expect to get a free punch-an-arsehold on the first try. However, everyone else here seemed...nice? From first impression? Only one of them was astoundingly highblooded in Reemus's eyes besides Lunear, at least. He got a free hug with anyone he chose, and he only knew one troll there.
Reemus wrinkled his nose at the thought of hugging Lune. No. Hell no.

The lowestblood seemed shy, which did speak out to him a bit, but...the greenblood to the side seemed in a bad mood? He slowly approached Athene and pulled at her shawl. "I, uh...um." He cleared his throat. "Me name's Reemus n' y' seem kinda down, mate, so, uh. Here." He went in for a puppy hug.