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 Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 7:48 pm
 In a small yet bustling plaza, set under the shade of a particularly large awning, sits an out-of-place looking booth. While the chitin plating-styled plastic seems to have the goal of glistening, sandy wind has quickly scratched it down to a dull matte finish. Lights sit dark in the frames, and a service drone can be seen crouched down a little way away, despondently banging a spanner against a bit of broken machinery. Nevertheless, a small crowd has gathered around the booth, and it's branding is still clear, reasonably bright, and prominent as a Superstar Authority sponsored structure. Opened boxes sit stacked behind the booth's side pillars, and a few trolls mill around unpacking and distributing various knick knacks from them, but the focus of attention is definitely the troll standing in the center of the booth.
A few trolls in Superstar Authority branded clothing circle the crowd, passing pre-signed swag out to the crowd.
Sascha himself stands at the center of his booth and its orbiting procession of Superstar Authority staff assistants. He's dressed more casually than he was on his TV debut, but every bit embodying his brand. He's wearing a leather jacket and low-slung black jeans, both laden with buckles and zippers. His sleeves have been pushed up, but practically replaced with the sheer number of Phoenix Down and Underworld bracelets he's sporting. He looks perfectly comfortable under his hometown's infamously dramatic weather patterns. If anything, Sascha actually looks like he's being more... "polite" than usual.
The reason for Sascha's subtle change in demeanor becomes apparent when a stack of extra merchandise starts moving around behind the booth's counter. Sascha's lusus, Bagwormother is present tonight. She isn't commanding much attention of her own volition. Her shell, however, has been reconstructed entirely from NOVA merchandise as a sign of parental support and probably some amount of natural camouflage instinct. The dancing birds cause the whole structure to wobble, but the creature within seems unperturbed. Sascha occasionally plucks off an item to replenish the counter display when his lusus wanders too close.
Signed Items Available
A glossy colour poster of NOVA striking a pose for the camera.
A shot glass with a skull motif, courtesy of Chittentown's local party hot-spot, Underworld.
A little, yellow robot bird of indeterminate species. It bops in time with the Superstar Authority theme music, just like any representative of the Death Dancers.
A wristband inscribed with the name of the Phoenix Down bakery and its feather logo.
A pair of stylish sunglasses, or if one is aquatically inclined, goggles. They carry the Lorata Gorgos seal of approval, so you know they're made to last.
A jar of lotion with a fruity scent and a ridiculously high SPF-rating. It's guaranteed to keep your skin soft, flexible, and camera-ready.
CiviliansIf you want to pick up an item, use the code below along with min 100 words of rp. Special requests are not guaranteed to be granted, so if they are not, assume you got your item from one of the booth helpers rather than the idol, and was not able to ask for the specific request. [quote="USERNAME"][b]Oooh! Please! I want one of those!
[/b][b]Name:[/b] troll name w link to journal
[b]Swag:[/b] item requested
[b]Request:[/b] special request ie 'can you write 'to so and so'', 'can we have a photo', 'can i have a hug', 'do you have this in my blood colour', 'lets fight!!!'[/quote] Competitors & SponsorsYou can improve the crowd's like for you and your chances of making a big splash (ie winning) by answering requests from civilians. While competitors should be ideally taking as many requests as they can handle, sponsors can also help ease the workload by fielding care of requests that they can logically take care of (ie request for custom signing; can rp 'passing the request along'. request for a photo; 'i'm better to look at, take a photo with me instead!'). Once a competitor or sponsor has replied to a request it can be considered complete, no more posts are necessary from a game mechanics pov (though further roleplay is fine if desired).
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:38 am
 The booths were up, the stars were out and the civilians were on their way. Cerpin had left Underworld closed tonight in order to be out supporting his stars, Sascha and Autumn specifically. It was kind of a pain to go out to the other cities so too bad sorry out of luck to the others! He leaned against part of the booth, a few feet away from Sascha. This would allow him to chat with the yellowblood as well as hop in if he needed help from his sponsor. But it was far enough away that it was clear they weren't a duo act. Cerpin loved to hog a stage (and Sascha certainly deserved to be outshone after hijacking Cerpin's performance) but he knew better than to do any pranks like that with the possibility of TV cameras coming around. Who knew if they were filming parts of the festivities?
Pouring something out of a flask into one of his shot glasses, Cerpin downed it before offering his sponsee a shot. He did not say what it was.
"So... any one you're hoping will come by to see you?" The purpleblood asked, unsure of who Sascha's other friends were. He wondered if that Aandes guy would show or not. He sincerely doubted the Queen would come by since this was largely a lowblooded city. Maybe Odette might but it was kind of a slim chance. Was Tevini somewhere out there in the crowd? He was sure Forera was around, probably on her way. Deimos might show but the tealblooded boy was such a little s**t sometimes that it was about a 50/50 chance.
"I should've brought my guitar. Since we're going to be here forever." Yeah, he could go get it if he wanted to but it would be a walk to get all the way back to Underworld. Cerpin didn't have much to do beside help pass out these wiggling ducks Chiara had made. He popped open a bottle of the lotion to sniff at it before seeming to approve of its quality and scent. He rubbed it into his arms, figuring he could use the protection since he'd gone with a more exposed trendy look tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:42 pm
seekingCylem Oooh! Please! I want one of those!
Name: Akkira KagomeSwag: Fruity Lotion Request: Show me your fighting moves! Yamashii You can also say hello if ye want. " Yeah, yeah I got it, Thanks for your help," Akkira said waving off the ghostly aid she'd called upon to help her find a particular booth. She probably could have found it, but she wasn't sure if Sascha would have called out to her to get her attention. Especially not if she was lost in the crowd. She stood in line for she didn't know how long before she finally reached the actual booth, " Yo, Sasch, Er, no sorry, NOVA isn't it?" Akkira said the stage name rather loudly and then laughed, " Sounds like you've got quite a crowd on your hands," She rest her free had against the booth, the other one tapped her walking stick against the ground. " So, here's an idea I'd like you to mull over. Fight me," She said with a smile. " From the sounds of it you've got showmanship and now I've gotta know if you're more than just pretty words, what do you say?" Also, did she hear right? She could have sworn that she heard Cerpin earlier as she was coming up.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 8:08 pm
Akkira wasn't hard to miss in a crowd. She seemed to generate a pretty wide berth once people around her realized she wasn't about to move for them. The ankle-swatter cane was a pretty good crowd control implement. "Akkira!" Sascha called back in equal volume. He was perhaps mocking Akkira, but his natural speaking voice was too loud for the joke to be apparent. Sascha's smile melted into a vicious smirk, though the effect was lost somewhat on his audience. He slammed the requested bottle of lotion on the counter for dramatic effect. "Consider it mulled. Meet me after closing. Like... what, a couple hours after? Should be cleared out enough to throw down proper-like." Sascha laughed loudly, his head tipped back. "I've known you too long for how few punches we've tried to throw at each other."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 9:00 pm
" I'll be there,"Akkira took that jar of lotion in a dramatic sweep, though she almost just knocked it right off the counter with how much force she used, thinking it was slightly further from her hand than it was. She swiped it up and felt her breath catch as she did so. Nailed it. " Considering each time we've had proper time together you were either working OR I was working OR, both, I don't know we haven't had much time to beat the s**t out of each other," Akkira made sure to emphasize the 'ors', All for some small amount of Comedic drama. " Sometimes you have to not punch the most punchable face you know, bad for business... but, I think we have to make some changes once business hours are over,"
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 9:25 pm
"Yo, it's Kira! Hey, don't punch in his face. We need that to make some money. Trolls are lapping up that handsome mug." Cerpin laughed as the redblood started on about sparring with Sascha. It was good to see she was still out and about doing stuff. He hadn't been able to keep much of an eye on her other than the times she passed through Underworld.
"Anywhere else is probably fine though, yeah?" He grinned and gave the yellowblood a hearty smack on the back, wondering what Akkira would think he had just hit. It had to be weird, being blind, he couldn't even imagine it.
"If I gave you some beetles, would you get me a burger by the way? I'm starving." It was an age old tactic to try and get some beetles into her pockets since he didn't know if she was still struggling financially after leaving the swamp or not. And he honestly was pretty ******** hungry.
He offered them into her hand, wondering if she'd take them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 11:06 pm
" I'll see what I can do about that," Akkira wouldn't admit it, but she was elated to know that Cerpin was here too. It was nice hearing from more of the swamp folk and someone who she had been consistantly working for lately. " Hey Cerpin, You and Sa--Nova working together now?" " Uhh.... Yeah, I can pick some stuff up for you," She wasn't above doing such menial tasks. Akkira took the beetles and noticed a bit of extra weight to the beetles he gave her. This was more than what she needed to pick up a burger, " Do you want an actual meal or just a burger? Hey NOVA, you want anything? Burger, drinks?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 10:41 pm
It didn't come as much surprise to Sascha that Cerpin and Akkira knew each other. They were both Chittentown performers, the former even owning a venue. Beyond that they were both the type of people Sascha would have expected to know someone from everywhere. Sascha rocked forward with the slap against his back. He made a show of wheezing from the force, but rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He didn't actually have much feeling left there. Akkira's pun, however, wounded him greatly. He made sure to groan loud enough to convey such. "Yeah, you guys gonna tell me how you two know each other or what? I thought everyone was here to see me. At this rate I'm gonna get jealous." Sascha looked back to Akkira at the mention of burgers. "I'll call it even if you get me a cheeseburger, though. The works. Oh! And strawberry milkshake." Sascha leaned forward on the counter, earnestly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 4:56 am
"We're work colleagues. She plays at my club sometimes. Typical show biz and all that." Cerpin carefully omitted the details behind their long time friendship after meeting in the swamp. Nobody needed to know the two of them were part of the Initiative. He shared a glance with her and gave Akkira a wink to let her know that he'd continue to keep their secret.
"Jealous?" Sascha was so ******** cute. Cerpin laughed and wrapped his arms around the yellowblood to put him in an affectionate headlock. "You're so spoiled, Sasch. Hey, I want a milkshake too if he's getting one. Chocolate." It was obviously a joke but the purpleblood was selfish and self-centered enough to get jealous when he wasn't the center of the spotlight so he related heavily to that jealous feeling. Plus, he just wanted an excuse to jump on Sascha and bother him.
"You can get yourself something with the rest of the change, Kira." She wouldn't have an absurd amount left over but definitely enough to buy a few meals. He didn't know if she was still living with some other guy in a wagon or whatever.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 6:34 am
seekingCylem Oooh! Please! I want one of those!
Name: FlorenSwag: Lotion or Sunglasses Request: help me pick! {apologies for double quote!}
Floren normally stayed out in the desert surrounding Chittentown, but the excitement surrounding Superstar Authority was a little too much to ignore. Curiosity had gotten the better of the jadeblood, so he'd made his way in to town. Skoli, his lusus, did not appear to be around but Floren knew the worm was just following him underground.
NOVA's booth was the most interesting. He'd liked the yellowblood's introduction- not to mention the name was pretty cool. He'd probably visit the others later, but first stop definitely had to be this booth. It seemed fairly crowded, he wasn't sure if he'd get to say hello personally but he might as well try? Soon as he saw an opening, he moved forward and held up one of the lotion bottles he was offering. "Hello. Do you use this stuff yourself? And do you know if the sunglasses are really any good for daytime?" He tilted his head to one side in question. He could be out and about during the day, but a little eye protection never hurt... but lotion could also be very nice to have on hand as well...
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 9:56 am
The loud groan was satisfaction enough for Akkira. Also, what were those two doing? She'd heard the smack, sounded pretty solid and not very jiggly.... and Sascha was wheezing, did Cerpin punch him in the back? Harsh. " Well you know Sascha, I can't see you in the first place," she pointed out. " So the possibility that I came to see you, is pretty much zero, so don't be too jealous," Akkira stuck her tongue out. " If it helps though, It wasn't Cerpin that I came to chat with, he wasn't the one who got himself on Superstar authority," " but, yeah, what he said. I work for him sometimes, guess I shouldn't be too surprised that you two know each other, "There was some other 'fans' starting to line up. " Okay, 2 milk shakes and two cheesebugers, be back In a flash," she gave a wave to her friends and made her way through the crowd. Her cane came in good use for getting people out of the way in a hurry.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 9:08 pm
Sascha's eyes were rolling hard enough to start propelling him sideways. "As long as we all know who's name is on the booth here," Sascha said while extracting himself from Cerpin's arms. Another potential fan had approached the booth. Sascha felt compelled to greet them while standing upright. "Hey, kid." Sascha waved to Floren. He eyed the bottled the greenblood was holding. "That stuff? Totally! It's actually this insane medical-grade super lotion meant for like, scar tissue and burns. Unblemished skin practically rehydrates before your eyes. Superstar Authority's marketing got me the rights to repurpose this stuff for my booth. Also add the berry scent 'cos gog does that stuff smell like the floor of a med-bay without it..."Sascha's gaze drifted over to Lorata's sunglasses. He hadn't thought to ask whether or not they were actually sun-proof. It wasn't a concern for most normal trolls. "Well they certainly wouldn't make things worse. I haven't tried them personally 'cos I like having skin on my face, but Lorata's all about having the highest quality equipment. If you're gonna be standing out in the sun with these, your eyes'll be the last to fry, I can guarantee that."Sascha shrugged. "Either way you'll be looking stylish. Pick whichever you think you'll get more nightly... or I guess daily use out of." If the stock of items had allowed it, Sascha would have recommended both. Anyone who spent a lot of time out in the daytime would probably need both sunglasses and a skincare regimen.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 1:35 am
Were the glasses good protection against the sun? Why would anyone want to be out there anyways? Cerpin eyed Floren as if he had a third leg. What an odd kid. Maybe he was some kind of sunrise chaser, like the crazy people who chased storms. The idea that it could be a jadeblood didn't cross Cerpin's mind.
"Probably more important to protect the eyes, shortie. Can't run away from daywalkers if you go blind and all." He reached over to pick up a particularly over-the-top pair of sunglasses that suited Cerpin's flamboyant tastes and stuck them right on Floren's nose. He also pulled a small mirror out of his pocket for the boy to look at himself with. In truth, he'd gotten it with the intents of practicing light signals in case he ever got lost in the swamp but it had basically become your standard vanity mirror with how little practice it got.
"See? Safe and stylish. Lookin' good." Maybe once they packed all this crap up, he'd steal a pair for himself too.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 6:30 am
Floren listened with complete attention as Sascha explained the lotion. And... then the sunglasses. The lotion was certainly tempting, he hadn't come across anything that good. "Hmm..." He hummed in thought, looking between the lotion and the sunglasses... at least until Cerpin came over and put a pair right on his face. He resisted a knee-jerk need to immediately throw them off - he hadn't given permission for someone else to get that up in his space.
"They are very stylish... But I think I'll go with the lotion. It seems more useful in the immediate future." He set the bottle down, then delicately removed the glasses and folded them before placing them back on one of Sascha's table. They were not his style and... he didn't want to get something that they weren't 100% sure was good for actual daytime use - regardless of who it came from. "Thank you for helping. I'll be sure to vote for you." Floren picked up the lotion again, smiling a little.
"I should probably go though before my lusus becomes upset." He glanced back over his shoulder at the... slight pucker in the ground that indicated Skoli had risen a little. Yes, definitely time to go. He spared them both a small wave, then turned to trot over to the mound as it slowly sank again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 7:33 pm
Garand wasn't really one to get caught up in celebrity crazes, but Superstar Authority had been on practically every channel and thus was unavoidable. He'd watched a little, curious despite himself, and then gotten up to do something else with his time if he couldn't watch the shows he'd tuned in for. When he came back from his book, Pan was still watching. That should have been his first sign he was going to get caught up with it, in retrospect, but he hadn't considered anything amiss when his lusus suggested a very specific set of days for a supply run back into town.
By the time they were in city limits, the mouse had talked his ears off about all of the contestants, but especially the Chittentown ones. There'd been at least one familiar name in that rambling, to his surprise, but Garand could say for sure he didn't know this Nova guy. Pan, of course, was already a huge fan. As soon as Garand came close enough to the booth, the lusus made a flying leap off of his shoulder to land near the merchandise, excitedly darting from one to the next.
Garand finished his approach much more calmly, reaching for the thing Pan seemed most fascinated with. "Sorry about that, he gets excited." There was an indignant squeak, followed by more and a wave for Sascha. "Could we get one of these?"
seekingCylem Oooh! Please! I want one of those!
Name: Garand LuceidSwag: Dancing Bird Request: I guess...could you sign this, please? To Garand and Pan.
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