WIMPY WIPEOUT ★ ★ONLY THE BEST WILL WIN!!★★ Roll 1: Fail Roll 2: Fail Roll 3: Fail
... and what was with going on about that one person's blood, anyways? Sure mutants were... well, mutants. But it wasn't as if this... Byakko? Got to choose what color her blood was. Why the hell were they so hung up on her existence? THAT part was bothering him more than anything, save for Poe's safety. She's wanted for everything, and sure she probably did stuff that was treason... but the thing that was emphasized over and over again was her blood. What? It wasn't like he pointed at someone going "Look at the tealblood! Look at that awful tealblood!" He had some... bad habits but he wasn't so impolite to push them on other people like that.
What an insufferable douche. Hopefully he wouldn't have to see the poster person again.
Mahmud had flopped at the first obstacle, in such a bad way that the other troll started laughing at him... and that just made poor Mahmud snap.
"YO. Shut the hell up!"
It wasn't smart, but his blood was boiling and he didn't care at that point. Instead of sticking around, he started to stomp off towards the last booth.
Booth Tickets: 1 Art Attack 3/18, 1 Bikini 3/18, 1 Around the World 3/18 Reach for the Stars 3/19 Starlight 3/20, Bikini Bootcamp 3/20, Cuthroat Kitchen 3/20, Art Attack 3/20 Starlight 3/22, Bikini Bootcamp 3/22, Cuthroat Kitchen 3/22, Lightseekers 3/22, Reach for the Stars 3/22
quite uneventful
MAHMUD BAD MOVE.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 1:07 pm
Austri was simply delighted at all the failures in her booth. Sure, there was the occasional win by some two or something rejects that most likely cheated (of course), so she truly hadn't been that impressed. Only by the first, a fairly busty, nice looking purpleblood who got through her booth in a rush of glory. Austri gave her two thumbs up. Purplebloods were always so accomplished! (Though it was definitely a fluke!)
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Austri was fairly thankful the juggalo came by and brought their attention to these terrible miscreants. She recognized at least two of them, but one was from a long time ago. she knew she'd be someone bad! "What shady creatures~ I'll definitely hit you up~" She nodded and quickly put a few of the posters up around the booth. She'd definitely help weed them out!
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To the complaining orangeblood, however, Austri sneered at his failure. He may have won, once, but that hardly meant anything. It was easy! For her, at least. She gave the orangeblood a sweet smile. "Excuse you?" She asked, hip jutting out as her hand slid to rest on her upper hip, hand resting on her cheek as she tilted her head and "What's your damage, huh~? You're just being a sore loser~" Austri shook her head, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "You might wanna get that checked~ I hear incompetence is a real problem these days, especially among the more common folk~" She giggled, rolling her eyes and beginning to walk away. He could whine, but he'd still be back. She knew it.
Sore loser? Him? No way was he a sore loser. She just didn't want to-- Oh no. Oh hell no.
"I believe you are mistaken." There was a calm to Mahmud's voice that shouldn't have been there, given just enraged her comment about being "common folk" made him. Stopping his own walking, he whipped back around to call out to Austri. "I think the only incompetent one here is you." Crossing his own arms to match, Mahmud continued with what was probably the stupidest decision of his young life. "You fancy yourself for the queen's army, right? What kind of leader puts down her troops and lets them remain losers instead of getting in there and showing them how its done?" Now he was clutching his arms with both hands, partially to keep from screaming and partially to stop himself from trembling.
That last part didn't work out so well.
"Its real easy to put people down and bully em, it takes a real strong person to set a good example. So why the hell don't you get off your OWN high horse, and show me how its done?"
Flight reflexes were finally starting to kick in, as Mahmud's brain caught up with his stupid, stupid mouth. Talking like this to a higher blood, what the hell was he thinking? Mahmud's knees desperately begged to buckle, and his body was visibly trembling by now (much to his dismay).
Booth Tickets: 1 Art Attack 3/18, 1 Bikini 3/18, 1 Around the World 3/18 Reach for the Stars 3/19 Starlight 3/20, Bikini Bootcamp 3/20, Cuthroat Kitchen 3/20, Art Attack 3/20 Starlight 3/22, Bikini Bootcamp 3/22, Cuthroat Kitchen 3/22, Lightseekers 3/22, Reach for the Stars 3/22
quite uneventful
SAVE THIS STUPID CHILD
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Clearly, not getting proper sleep for two days in a row and then attempting to smash watermelons at high speed was a bad idea. He hadn't done this bad all week- but suddenly Deimos found himself unable to hit anything at all. He wasn't sure when he'd gotten knocked out, but he wished they hadn't woken him up in the nurse's station. Too tired to argue Deimos just nodded along with whatever Flydra wanted to say about basic coordination skills.
Somehow Deimos managed to listen to Lorata better than the night before. He just nodded along when she prompted him to do better next time, then wobbled on off to the obstacle course. It was a bad idea, but he was functioning mostly on autopilot for the time being.
WIMPY WIPEOUT ★ ★ONLY THE BEST WILL WIN!!★★ Roll 1: (pass) Roll 2: (fail) Roll 3: (fail)
Predictably, Deimos utterly failed the obstacle course. He managed to get past the quad steps again, but ran out of steam at the end of the chimes. At least this time his foot didn't go through the mat- that pesky wind had come back to knock him off the balls, though. He needed to go sit down somewhere- perhaps he'd go to the smoothie booth.....
Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:48 pm
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Here's Eostre in her beach outfit! Looking good, as always.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 2:58 am
Attendance is dwindling at the Bikini Boot Camp booth, likely due to the giant scary posters plastered around proclaiming their intent to capture the criminals drawn on them. However, a few souls did brave the watermelons and obstacle courses today and thus, tickets will be handed out!
Only two people played but since purp entered the bobblehead contest, you get the last ticket.
WIMPY WIPEOUT ★ ★ONLY THE BEST WILL WIN!!★★ Roll 1: pass Roll 2: pass Roll 3: WIN
Once more, Invira faced the obstacle course. She got so close last time! Balling her fists up and shuffling her feet, she sized up the course and prepared to dominate... maybe. She made sure to wear the headband and the wrist bands she picked up her last run though. Invira felt the tightening sensation in her gut again, but perhaps this time, she would be ready to overcome the intense nervousness.
The first obstacle gave Invira a lot of trouble, and she heard what may have been an insult get shouted at her. She felt despair well up from her gut. However, she tried to change the tightening in her chest into core engagement. Apparently it worked, because the next obstacle gave her no trouble at all. Immediately fuelled with hope, Invira flew through the last obstacle and onto the last mat! She widened her eyes and stomped her feet in excitement.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:57 pm
"Lorata says..." She drew the words out, deciding what orders to subject tonight's lineup of trolls to, only to pause as a call cut through the air. 'Bodacious battalion babes'? She lifted her sunglasses, settling them in front of her horns, and squinted at the newcomer. The odd two wheeled device she rode, the shade of purple she wore, the way her face was painted- Lorata stood up immediately, crossing over to greet the juggalo and leaving the trolls playing her game with the passing command of "Don't move."
She listened attentively to the descriptions as Tamiya handed out the posters to them, a little taken aback by how they'd been drawn at first, but finding the mutantblood's at least to be about accurate. All it needed was fire in the background. Vremea she recognized as well, but the others could have been anyone, really. As she started to glance up, though, one caught her attention again. Those horns...She remembered now, vividly, the hemoanon who'd had the nerve to give back the pamphlets she'd been given. Somehow the revelation that she was likely a blueblood wasn't surprising.
Keeping that poster at the top of her stack, she lifted her eyes back to the juggalo and smiled. "Thank you for bringing them to our attention! I'm Lorata Gorgos, and these are Austri Coriol, Scorpa Devile, and Flydra Dromen. We'll make sure the posters are up where everyone can see. And if any of those awful rebels come here," she glanced back down at the drawing, smile turning sharp for a moment, "we'll take care of it." She brought her hands together with a little clap then, brightening again.
"In the meantime, please help yourself to any of our souvenirs! Do you like watermelon?" She took a few steps back towards her booth, enough to pluck a pamphlet out of a frozen troll from her lineup's hand, and returned to offer it to Tamiya. She couldn't help wondering what kind of stories Regina's head subjugglator could tell. "Have one of these too! The JROTC would love a visit from someone with your military service!"
Sypon
The next night, another raised voice distracted the seadweller from her work, but when she tracked it down to its source and registered its words, she was much less impressed. With a dismissive wave of her hand and a dark look, she shooed off the trolls currently playing her game before standing and moving to pluck a clipboard off the counter of the booth. Then she was crossing the sand towards Wimpy Wipeout. Unfortunately for Mahmud's delayed flight response, one escape path neatly closed itself off.
Lorata looked down her nose at the orangeblood for a drawn-out moment, long enough for him to register any regrets he should be having right about now if he was at all smart. MeduMa had been a good example of how much could be done with simply looming. Then, abruptly, there was a click. The seadweller lifted the pen to her clipboard, poised to begin writing, and then narrowed her eyes at him.
"Name. Address. Blood color. Goal." Each word was delivered with the finality of an order, no playing around or 'Lorata Says'. It wasn't a question, in the least. He wanted training, he was going to get it now, and he was going to appreciate the chance to join their club. "You want to be better at this? We'll make you better."
Akkira decided to visit the booth once again, at this point she was probably a recognized face, especially at the watermelon booth. She figured this would be a great time to actually say hello to the troll in charge. Without much struggle, Akkira got into the water, she really wasn't to talkative as she swung at the watermelon, there were some she missed but she was more or less smashing and missing a little bit equally, when she was done she hopped out.
She gave a thumbs up but didn't dare speak because of her sore and tired vocal chords. It was a bummer, she hadn't really taken a chance to talk to any of these trolls too much but she knew at some point she really should! They were tough and their games were pretty fun -- okay, Lorata says wasn't too fun, it was hard to just do what she said without being fussy. But even she seemed kinda cool, maybe she could stop by their guild or whatever and see if they'd let her just observe.
Jegus he was screwed. Truth be told he always thought Lorata was the nicer of the four girls running this booth (the cruelest being obviously the greenblood he argued with). Yet here she was, staring him down like he was a piece of garbage that dared tumble across her shoes. And maybe, in that moment? He was.
Mahmud stared up at Lorata, gaze locked... and knees still threatening to buckle. It was obvious by his stance that he was feeling less than brave. Finally though, he swallowed and stammered out.
"M-Mahmud. Desert. Orange. I-I don't want to join the army." He looked up at her again and just knew he was absolutely, and he didn't use this word lightly, <********>. "I'd like... I'd like to learn self-defense, but I took a vow of non-violence." It wasn't that far off. After what had happened out there in the desert? He wasn't in a hurry to start fist fights any time soon. But how did he smooth over the situation? "Is that something you can work with?"
There were other, more alarming reasons to not want to hang out with these folks (namely that his friend was a red-flag target)... but what the hell was he supposed to say? "No?" Did he have a death wish? He'd just get a little flier, or get rejected for being a pacifist, and be on his merry little way okay? Okay.
He wasn't trembling. You're trembling.
Booth Tickets: 1 Art Attack 3/18, 1 Bikini 3/18, 1 Around the World 3/18 Reach for the Stars 3/19 Starlight 3/20, Bikini Bootcamp 3/20, Cuthroat Kitchen 3/20, Art Attack 3/20 Starlight 3/22, Bikini Bootcamp 3/22, Cuthroat Kitchen 3/22, Lightseekers 3/22, Reach for the Stars 3/22 Bikini Bootcamp 3/24
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I swear to god he's going to literally pass out as soon as he gets out of eyesight.
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