It was definitely some kind of hard work getting this booth set up. Wrex had participated in similar activities back home, though with Daggerback training it was more along the lines of "make your territory" (usually a nice little fortification of the very best rocks ever) and then either defend it from others or destroy everything else. But he had to say, he was proud of the weird little niche he and his brother had carved.
His brother. The fact that Brute had actually snuck away to enroll was still a pleasant surprise to digest. Wrex grinned from ear to ear as he nibbled on a fried cockatrice leg and watched passing students, waiting to get visited.
She may not have won at the sushi bar, but oh boil was she prepared for the mystery meal. She had to redeem herself and this was it. Taking on this strange food was her calling. She wasn't sure why she needed the blindfolds, but oh well. Probably for the best.
"I'm prepared this time, yea? Nothin' can be as bad as tha' sushi place," she nodded, digging into the food. It was....well interesting? She couldn't seem to stop eating it though. It just had this strange taste that had her practically shoving it into her mouth. Before she even realized it she'd eaten two whole plates.
"Oi, this some good stuff! 'ave never tasted anythin' like it. Ya cook often?" Kallan questioned, trying to locate the boil with her ghost hands.
Sushi place? Wrex immediately perked at the words and made a mental note to check around for such a place. He hadn't gotten to eat seafood in a while...He mused over the idea as he watched the ghoul eat almost voraciously, chewing on his own meal thoughtfully. Before he knew it, she'd gotten through two whole plates!
Blinking back to reality, Wrex stuffed the cockatrice leg, bone and all, into his mouth, swallowed it whole, and quickly went to take the blindfold off. "Nope!" he answered her cheerfully as he gave her a ticket stub. "Don't have to cook! Can eat anything." He pat his stomach proudly.
That much was clear if she took a look at the other assorted food he had for some other unsuspecting person: some of it actually looked pretty raw and had already attracted flies. She'd been lucky.
"Can give more if you liked," he offered, though more of what was up for debate.
Damaris had been taking her time with browsing amongst the various booths. The quiz had taken quite a bit out of her as well as some of the booths she had already been frequenting. Maybe it was time for something to eat?
At the thought of food, her stomach growled and her nose seemed to pick up a rather intriguing scent. Was it food...? And was it good to eat?
She followed in the direction of the smell before happening upon a booth with a familiar boil running it. "Oh, hello, Wrex." It was nice to finally someone that she knew at this event.
She went through the trial with the blindfold and all. Her nose scrunch at the smell of whatever she was about to eat. And... Whatever it was, her stomach was NOT happy about. But she had seen how Wrex ate and what he ate... Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Bite after bite, her body was starting to hate her more and more.
After another moment or so, the Terron ghoul looked up, blind fold still on but she didn't need to see to know with how long she had taken to eat that food. Then again, she was a bit of a slow eater. "S-sorry for taking so long... I'm... Not sure how to feel about that food." She chuckled despite the residual taste in her mouth.
"Maaaar!!" Wrex perked at the sight of someone familiar and gave her a small thwap with his tail in greeting. "Good to see!" And funnier to watch her eat! Ah, making a prey-thing eat something with some grub...good times, good times.
"You do well in tests?" he asked, silently hoping she'd try again. He had a few meals in mind..."Skis fun, but test..." He wrinkled his nose distastefully. "Nasty. Would not let me eat foxfire either! Cheaters."
It didn't surprise her from the disgust in his voice from having been denied a foxfire meal nor the familiar greeting with his tail. Damaris couldn't help the chuckle, covering it with the back of her hand. "I'm not sure they'd taste all that well, Wrex." Then again, she would have never though to eat one. Poor little fluffy creatures.
"Oh! Yes, I seemed to had done a pretty good enough job on the test. I believe my cousin has participated in the obstacle course." She moved her head in the direction of the gruffer voice of the two. "I had thought about it but thought it best to pass on it."
She did regret it a little. She could have competed with one of her few relatives but that time had passed. The Terron smiled a little before nodding. "I... I think I'll try once more, Wrex."
Damaris just hoped that it wasn't something too... Pungent.
Well, it hadn't smelt terrible but upon the first bite, Damaris couldn't hold back in spitting it back out immediately with several coughs to follow close after. Again, she didn't need to see to know Wrex was having a great time. At least he was enjoying himself.
"Goo'ness! Wha' even wa' tha', W'ex!?" She tried scrapping the taste from her tongue with her hand as best as she could.
There's a new booth! Oh, this is interesting-it's an eating booth. "I wonder what's the rule." Muttered Mahlan, seeing the two boils manning the booth was so...focused in devouring anything. Yep, anything.
One boil managed to finish his portion and explained the rules to Mahlan with mouth full of stuff, still continuing to stuff stuffs in his face. Wow, such etiquette.
But basically the 'game' was mystery food eating-if one can stomach it, they'll win the prize. While blindfolded.
"K den! Me wants to take challenge!" Said Mahlan, sitting at the nearest table and getting her eyes blindfolded. With a 'clank' sound a dish of some kind was presented to her; somebody guided her hand to touch the dish-it's cold. And firm. And...well this is quite strange texture. From the somewhat pumpkin-y aroma she can't really determine what is this 'food', but from the taste test...it doesn't really tastes like anything. Well then.
Taking a small bite outta the object, Mah crunched it down before swallowing. No reaction, no rejection. K this passes the Mahlan-y poison test!-and she scarfed it down to nothing.
"Done! Can I ask seconds? Also, it's kinda bland."
Wrex gave her a look. Of course foxfires tasted good are you kidding him. But she wouldn't appreciate the description he imagined.
"Good, good!" He stamped his feet in approval. "Did not know had cousin. Is also a weenie?" he asked with a joking grin. "Bring her here! Will see for self. Oh!!" Speaking of family...
Scurrying to Damaris' side, he pointed out brother who was helping someone else out. "Is Brute! Twin made it!" he stage whispered happily. "Ran away to join school! Is he not super cool?"
In reality he looked just like Wrex, only a little taller and a little more meaner.
Getting to introduce him as well as watching the ghoul choke on his next meal really did make up for his less than great performances in the house cup. Once Damaris took off her blindfold, he raised a small shaker of spices with a mischievous look. "Secret ingredients," he told her.
And well, since one happy customer said it was bland...He crept up on the ghoul and began to dust her with said spices. Had to be a good host!
Damaris, even after scrapping her tongue somewhat clean, couldn't help by smile at the look she was given. Cause, then again, she was the one that had stopped him from eating one in the first place.
And she definitely couldn't hold back the laugh at Wrex calling her cousin 'a weenie.' It was a silly word and for it to be directed at her cousin? "Hahahaha.. No, no. Aureole is most certainly not a - pfft - weenie." She tried her hardest to not snicker at her using the word.
She wiped, she assumed, a tear from laughing before placing the blindfold to the side. It wasn't hers so she didn't want to use it to dry her eyes. The Terron looked from Wrex at her side then at the boil he was clearing pointing to. He did look an awful lot like Wrex... A more sour demeanor than her friend but she still waved in his direction. "That is pretty cool, Wrex."
"AH! That's what was on that stuff I ate!?" Damaris crunched and wiggled her nose at the shaker before smiling at the boil, despite her face trying to hide in wanting to scowl at him. As it seemed to be, she wasn't great at it and she really couldn't be mad. She was sure it had been quite a sight to see.
Reading through the worn recipe handed to her by one of the shophand, she couldn't manage to actually READ anything because of the terrible, overgrown-grass-drawing like penmanship. The only recognizable word out there was the first ingredient, which is jellied intestines.
"So, which creature this intestines comes from anyway? Also, I'd like you to read this for me, please." Said Mahlan, readying the recording function of her 'borrowed' Skellyphones.
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"Really? But you are weenie!" He made himself snicker with the accidental rhyme. "All prey is. Want to see for self, then. You bring her, I say hello." Hello was accented with a little tip of the shaker and a grin, whatever that meant.
"But yes, he is cool! Will bring bruteball to school together." Wrex indicated the mountain of flyers on their table. "Make us strong! Make you strong too, if joining." The face given to Damaris then was apparently meant to persuade her to sign up.
As for Mahlan, well, the recipe given looked as though it had been worn away by something acidic--though the writing on it seemed terrible enough even before being partially destroyed. Squinting at it reveals that the closest thing the words seem to say is something along the lines of jellied intestines.
Another day at the booths and Brenna was excited because more of them have popped up! She had taken a few days off, focusing her attention on the competition for the House Cup. It was her brother's idea to take her away, to let her enjoy the festivities of the Interholiday event, particularly, the ones run by students she would likely be spending time with throughout her career here at Amityville. The pair dressed fine in their cold-attire fashion; nice collared coats, scarves in various folds, flat cap for Uru and a beanie for Brenna. The ghoul had zipped off when a familiar voice caught her attention. It was Wrex! Apparently, the monster boil had skipped off the stands and back to his booth after they had exchanged a few words prior to the caroling competition. It was quite amusing how the monster switched out of his monster uniform and into this Sandy Claws costume.
Uru stood by as his sister was guided from his side by a familiar scented boil. Well, anyone else would have gotten a good glare and growl, with a possibility of an assault if they had man-handled his sister the way Wrex did. He watched as the monster settled her into a chair, blinded folded her, and gave his shpeal about the booth. Eat whatever is in front of her and win... without gagging it back up. The smell of the booth was .... interesting.
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Brenna masticated her way through the dish, swallowing past some questionable textures, but the flavors were there. Not exactly what she'd put together, but it wasn't too bad. Well, it was almost up there with Uru's cooking when he experimented outside of a cook book. "You know, that wasn't as repugnant as I had thought, Wrex!"
Uru stood by the booth, nearby another boil who smelled similar to Wrex. Family perhaps. He noted the nibbled upon paper and gave a closer read. Bruteball redux? Initially, he was interested, but lost it when he read the line about alumni not being able to participate. Shame. He would have actually enjoyed it. Regardless, he pocketed a flyer. Maybe a certain monster would find it interesting to look into.
Wrex buried his snickers behind his hand before swiping the "recipe". Clearing his throat very importantly, he began to read: "Needs fart jars, twenty hundred gallons water, two jelly, teacher intestines..."
Apparently this was his idea of a prank.
Perking at a familiar voice, Wrex whipped around and happily padded up to Brenna and her brother, Sandy Claws hat bouncing. He had no idea what "repugnant" meant, but he supposed it was a good thing, considering his entire intent was to make his competition too sick to want to enter. Or just watch random people turn green.
"Good! Have strong stomach," he praised her. noting that Uru had taken a flyer, he bounced with some excitement. "Is joining you both?"
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Brenna grinned. "Perhaps~ I haven't had many foods outside of what I was prepared. But I could tell if there was poison involved long before it even touches these lips," She winked playfully as she rounded in her chair, looking at her brother who had slipped the flyer away. She quirked a brow, not knowing what the flyer was about or what Wrex was asking. So, it fell to the brother to answer the question.
Uru spare them both a glance before nodding in response. "I am an alumni, I should not join. However, I know of someone who may be interested." The siblings both knew who he was hinting at. Actually, Brenna had rolled her eyes and grinned when as soon as the intention was made. She swore that, besides her, that boil was all her brother thought about; night and day, between every thought and word dropped. So lost he was. "Also, Bruteball isn't much within Brenna's line of interests."
"Yeah~ Not into the big, physical stuff. I'll leave that to you boils to have."
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