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Green Minuet rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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 Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 1:06 am
Apparently it was a juggalo booth; a sacred altar for the mirthful messiahs. So Sugardad told her anyway. Lutrin was not particularly put off. She just liked all the colourful decorations. The balloons especially. One day, she was going to obtain enough balloons to float away into the sky. Then she could fly, just like Sugardad! In the meantime, it would probably be a bad idea to take this booth's balloons. There were not enough to carry and and besides, that would be horribly unfestive of her. What was a booth without balloons? A very sad thing indeed! Grabbing one of the balls for the Dunk-the-Clown game, Lutrin took aim. She reeled back her arm for a mighty pitch. Then threw. She missed. By a lot. Where was she even aiming? Nooooooooooooo, not the balloons!
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kamileunaire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 1:11 am
With its myriad colors and funny-looking dunking contraption, it was no wonder that Skeltr would be drawn to Tamiya's booth first, of the many that had opened that night. His eyes were opened wide as he tugged at his tether, though he didn't have to work too hard to get Mimicmom to keep up. As usual, she was a bit anxious over losing him in the crowd, but happy enough to let him enjoy himself. Her pedipalps flicked up and down incessantly as she surveyed the booth, eyes shimmering with curiosity. People could be so creative!
"Ooooooh! I wanna try!" He couldn't help as his eyes were drawn toward the stuffed animal, some sort of lusus, he supposed. Whatever it was, it looked neat, and he wanted one. After waiting his turn in line, he finally got to the front, and hefted the ball in his hands. A little heavy, but as he reeled his arm back, he put some muscle into it...only for it to miss the mark. Well, he'd come close! Reaching up to grab a pamphlet, he skittered away, intent on returning the next evening and a little too shy to stay and attempt conversation with the booth's manager.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 1:33 am
Quote: NEW DAY! To sweeten the deal, Sinter has realized that getting dunked in soda in the middle of the night during the Festival is completely unsavory while Tamiya disagreed. It was a long time coming and a fiery debate between trolls, but they have finally compromised and Sinter has installed an outhouse with hemotyped swimsuits and a shower! Less clothes ruined, less permanent stickiness, more rewards! TICKETS: What?! Only one volunteer today! Preposterous!  thyPOPE Alifax has received three tickets! Tamiya was more than excited to see the redblood come up to the dunking station. A redblood of all trolls needed saving just as much (if not more!) than his highblooded brethren. Not to mention, his taunts were glorious. She appreciated his attempt at the juggalo language, and while his blood color and half-hearted jeering immediately won him a swift dunking in the vat of orange goop, Tamiya thought him the greatest victor of all. Praise be! She rushed up to the tank to help him out, and gestured to a small outhouse tent behind the stand. "Sinter has suggested that volunteers may clean up if they wish to rid themselves of holy stickiness. For your commitment, here are some ******** rectangular leaflets for the purpose of physical rewards. Consider coming back tomorrow." She slipped a pamphlet entitled 'CLOWN'S FIRST POPTIZING EXPERIENCE', three tickets, and one of her informational pamphlets into his sticky hands before rushing off to take his place.
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OrionDeltaOmega rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:20 am
Pragma smiled as he took aim to knock the clown into the dunking booth, though threw a little wide once he finally committed. His aim didn't seem to be the best in this games...
"Hey, it must not be a lot of fun sitting up there all day. Would you like some help? I can jump in every now and again, if you want. It looks like it could be fun!"
Once agreed, and after a quick change of clothes, Pragma crawled up into the booth, sat down, and stared at the vat a bit before looking out at the crowd. "Come up and try to knock me into this...whatever it is!"
Seeing a lot of deadpan looks, if they looked at all, Pragma tried a different approach. "HEYYYYY MIISSSSSTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. HEYYYY. MISSTTTTEEERRRRRRRRRR. I BETCHA COULDN'T HIT THE SIGN EVEN IF YOU CAME UP HERE AND TRIED TO HIT THE TARGET WITH YOUR BARE HANDS."
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Melancholies rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 1:17 pm
Second stop. Cupcake challenge, failed. Trusci was here now, standing at this damn juggalo booth, tossing the ball up and down in her hand, getting a feel. She wasn't deterred by the earlier debacle with the pastries, no, she was ready this time.
Lobbing the ball, she hissed as it was painfully closer to the center than the day prior, but still not close enough. Damn! Shaking her wrist out to avoid discomfort settling in it, she narrowed her eyes. She'd win, oh she'd ******** win everything else be damned. She'd be back.
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purplerosesbeauty rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 3:56 pm
Eostre was ready to try again and dunk the highblood girl. She didn't do so well the other day, but she knew if she tried hard enough she could slam dunk her right into the liquid underneath! And if not her, maybe one of the volunteers at the booth who for some reason chose to agitate others into dunking them.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 5:47 pm
Lutrin pressed her face to outside of the baptismal plunge cannister. Yesterday she had assumed it was just coloured water, but now her nose recognised it for what it was: orange soda. There was so... much... carbonated beverage. She took in a deep gulp. Her breath was fogging up the glass. She could practically taste the tangy sweetness on the air, feel the bubbles dancing on her tongue and all the way down her meal shaft. It was nothing like a real orange. Yet she knew she needed it. After watching Tamiya as well as an energetic orangeblood go at it for a while, Lutrin thought she had the right idea. She had learned a few new words at the very least. Running right up the side of the tank, she flipped onto the board above. She landed like a dancer, arms over her head. “CITIZENS,” she boomed. Her ordinarily high voice had dropped at least an octave. Sugardad's head swivelled. “AND PALE ******** IMITATIONS THEREOF, YOU HAVE NO GODDAMN MIRTHFUL PRIDE. I CAN SEE ALL OF YOU FROM UP HERE, AND WHAT'S MORE I CAN SEE THE COLOUR OF YOUR UNCLEAN PUMPBISCUITS. THAT'S RIGHT, YOU UNHOLY GREEN SHITSTAIN. MY LOOKSTUBS ARE ON YOU.” In the middle of her speech, Lutrin had dropped down into a handstand. As she addressed the passersby, she lifted one hand (while still balancing on the other) and pointed at her eyes then back out at the crowd. “GET YOUR UNWORTHY ASSBUTT OVER HERE AND SING THE SONG OF YOUR SAVIOURS. SING WITH YOUR ARMS, LET FLY THE GLOBE OF MOST ******** MERRIMENT, AND PRAISE THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS, OR JUST KEEP CRAWLING, WITH THE SHAME THAT YOU HAVE KNOWINGLY DENIED YOURSELF BIZ-NASTY BETTERMENT.” She hopped back onto her feet and did a backflip in place. As she landed, she raised a hand to discreetly cough off to the side. Talking that deep was exhausting. The purpleblood must have had lungs like balloons. Lutrin loved balloons.
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:15 pm
Voscil approached the dunking tank with a gleam in her eyes, looking between the tank, the object she would be lobbing and the troll in question. Even as MamaJu explained this was all about the mirthful messiahs Voscil have a shrug. Surely they couldn't be THAT bad! The little kid just reasoned she'd have to play nice around the highblood and her honking insults. Besides, she really wanted one of those prizes, and decidedly with a great deal of glee and excitement she rubbed her shoulder giving it a spin before chucking the ball.
Maybe it was all the colorful distractions, but when she lobbed the ball the speedy pitch fell short of its intended target.
She closed one eye watching as it went. Drat! She missed, that certainly wasn't the lucky shot she was hoping for. Huffing, she stomped her little sneaker at her bad aim. No cute fluffy doll this time! Never fear, she'd be back tomorrow to give this bit a whirl!
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:17 pm
Voscil noticed the booth needed help with volunteers. Just as she was about to take off running, the kid froze in place and burst out laughing. Oh this was going to be GREAT. "Hey! Can I help? Please? Pleaseee?" Her little form rushed around the booth, moving in her usual blur motion speed from one spot to the next as she got herself setup to hop up in the dunking seat once the approval came.
Sitting above the tank of sugary goodness, the kid wiggled in place as she swayed her legs back and forth. Even if she ended up a sticky gross mess, she could always wash off later and hardly seemed to mind the idea she might plummet to the fizzy mess below. Insults huh? MamaJu had said the booth was Mirthful based, and she'd have to get creative. No problemo. "HEY! YEAH YOU!" She bellowed at a passing by troll that had stepped up to give the game a shot. "You wiggler brained poop-stick. I betchya can't hit the broad side of a birdie if you tried! Your face is weak-sauce!" She giggled wickedly, her fanged teeth gleaming as she called out in her sing-song taunt.
"I could do better than that in my sleep sheesh! Come on already, blessed be the messiahs are you even trying?! " She hollered into the night with all the childish mirth that usually fueled Voscil...and then some in the spirit of the game.
MamaJu stared in horror as her child squealed with delight. This easily was not one of her babies shining moments, but at least she hadn't gone over the top...and seemed to be having the time of her life. Shaking her head, the roarbeast sighed with a motherly look of disapproval but made no attempt to wrangle her.
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Micillia rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:09 pm
Chiara had stayed up far too late last night admiring all the booths and generally having a lot of fun. She then woke up earlier than her body wanted to in order to get in another full day of booth hopping and game playing. Her eyes were a little droopy as she walked to the festival, but all signs of tired disappeared as the amusements came into view. She knew right where to go, to that booth the yelling insulter ran. Today she would dunk that troll, but first, she needed to scope the place, see if anyone else had beaten her there. The orange goo level appeared the same as yesterday, the troll appeared just as annoying as before, why it looked as if no one had dunked the purple blood yet. Well, this was Chiara's chance. She stretched out, preparing to hit the target, and threw.
"Uff" escaped her lips as the ball came closer to the target than yesterday, but still not a hit. She was so sure today would be the day. Chiara had to collect herself. Her anticipation for the excitement of seeing the troll dunked evaporated. She was left feeling empty. That space soon changed to anger, and she stomped off. After a few steps she turned and yelled "Oh i will get you! Just you wait and see. If not today, then the next day, or the next day! And if not here, at this festival, I WILL FIND YOU!" She scampered off, her mind dreaming of revenge, justified or not.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:41 pm
Even with the assistance of the megaphone, Tamiya had been doing a lot of screaming. Sinter was worried both for her voice and his ears. Somehow bringing that up translated to Sinter sitting on the bench suspended above a vat of soda. Sinter whined. While the bathing costumes were his idea, it was way fewer layers than he was accustomed to wearing. He almost hoped he’d get dunked immediately so he could get off the platform and go change. Still… He was an official partner in the maintenance of this booth. He supposed he was then obligated to do his best. He clicked on the megaphone and winced at the initial screech. ”WHAT'S UP WITH THIS, SHITSPIRALS!? WITH THE AIM YOU’RE SPEWING I COULD’VE SWORN YOU MIXED UP THE BALLS WITH THE BALLOONS! YOU’D HAVE BETTER LUCK PITCHING YOUR OWN DAMN SHAME GLOBES! I’M GODDAMN BLUSHING WITH PITY HERE. MESSIAHS BE ******** ASHAMED.”Sinter had been spending way too much time with Tamiya. Messiahs smite him now.
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amicableAggressor rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:47 pm
This time, there was another troll at the tank. A lowblood, surprising enough. Still, he had the vocal skills that Regina assumed necessary for the faith. Winding up, she gave another toss and got another miss. Despite her two failures, she liked the idea of that prize. It called out to her, and she'd be certain to be back. Accepting her loss with a shrug, she gave a friendly wave at the troll as she left, smiling cheerily at the verbal abuse. Ah, piety.
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 10:24 pm
Taunts? Oh man, TAUNTS AND JUICE. As soon as Forera saw the booth, the first thing she did was jump into the changing room and pull her hair into a pony. She sat down as if at home, eyes glinting in excitement. With a deep breath, she flashed a dark, taunting smile to the nearest troll. "YOU GUYS ARE ALL NOOKSUCKERS!" She started with a squeal, shirt and sweet, continuing soon after— "HEHEHE, C'MOOONNNN, do you have ANY IDEA how many trolls could'a like, hit that better than you did?! Y'seem time be missing the dot, or well like, TARGET better said!! How would'ya like it if I went down there and like, threw the damn ball myself?! It'd be 10 times better than whatever YOU could ever do, EHEHE!! And like, I'M DISABLED!"" She snorted loudly, cackling into the air as she twirled her hair and swung her feet. "C'MON C'MON C'MOOON, huurry it up y'BULGEGROPING, LUSISHAMING, GRUBSHITTING DOUCHEBAAAG~" she was giggling like a madman now, practically falling from the crazy way her body shook. With a sudden, loud LAUGH, she stopped laughing, breathing deeply and ruffling her hair. "It's amazing a troll like you even made it through the trials!" For this next part, she craned her neck, hand to her mouth as if telling a secret, but her obnoxious voice still resounded through the grounds like a mega horn, not even needing the one supplied.
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Sypon generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 12:13 am
Quote: NEW DAY! TICKETS: Today's VIP Taunter Ticket goes tooooo... Tamiya could have cried with pride. Seeing all of these trolls lining up, speaking the holy language and getting promply poptized was a beautiful experience. This particular child stole her bloodpusher right out from her cold, clammy chest. Lutrin's yells were as loud as they were extravagant. Her acrobatic feats reminded the purpleblood of her childhood studying the wonderful arts of the circus, and her use of the word "assbutt" was grammatically perfect in every way. It took no time at all for the orangeblood to get dunked. Tamiya stalked over to the tank and made sure to hold Lutrin's head down -- just a bit -- so that she could absorb more Faygo in her little orange body. Then, she lifted her right out of the tank with both strong arms under the child's armpits. "THE CHILD HAS SPOKEN AND HAS BEEN SAVED." Tamiya announced. She presented her to Sinter as though he was in charge of holding her next. She had to get her some materials. Tamiya rushed to the counter and retrieved a ticket, a pamphlet, and materials. She considered giving the child a free mask go go with her lusus' fashionable hat, but reconsidered at the last second. She spoke quickly in a rapid staccato, barely having time to fit cursewords into her rant. "Here are your goddamn materials; you have done me proud with your silly tentrumbling bravado. The juggalo way seems like a ******** perfect fit for you, my saccharine soda jesterchild, and I am here to lead you into the darkness with the holiest of shiznasty mothergrubbing clown knowledge under my belt. Here are some materials come back tomorrow. Shower is that way." (Rolling to determine who does NOT get dunked!) 1. Forera 2. Voscil 3. Pragma Looks like your taunts were pretty effective! You both find yourself in the drink at some point during the night. You come out of the tank dripping with soda, and Tamiya hands you each a ticket with a satisfied smile on her face. "Very well! The Messiahs have spoken, and your souls are secure! Praise be! Take some materials on the way out. Sinter, man the shower!" She clapped her hands briskly and swished into the booth to retrieve their tickets.
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kamileunaire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 12:38 am
Skeltr tugged against Mimicmom's tether as he rushed through the crowd. He had been to a few of the other booths that evening, but the juggalo booth had been the one he wanted to visit the worst. He had to try again...no bones about it, he wanted that plushie. He darted in just as the activity started to lull, smirking shyly at the pained troll atop her precarious perch.
Juggalos were supposed to be trolls to respect, weren't they? That's what Mim had always said. Picking up the ball, he wound up, and threw clumsily....
Soooo close! He sucked in a breath, and sigh, smiling as he wandered away. He'd get it, he hoped, sooner or later.
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