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(Day 1 Tickets)

1: Eridia
2: Azrael
3: Cerpin
4: Cerpin
5: Caiden
6: NOT!Tevini
7: NOT Tevini
8: Alifax
9: Alifax

It was interesting how Eridia and Azrael were ignoring each other so effectively. That was definitely going into her notes about them, and she would definitely ask Azrael about it later.

In the meantime, though...

"Iiiinteresting." she said, scribbling in her temporary notebook, "Would you say that that's a theme of greed?"



The young, bundled up troll however gave her a very different answer. "I see!" she said, noting his symbol. She would have to talk to him about it later, if he came back. Ask him why they felt so... confined.



Oh wow! This brownblood had a lot to say! "Take as much as you like! I have plenty!" she said, stuffing even more into his hands. If it encouraged him to come back, that would be excellent.

Interestingly, his interpretation of her inkblot was very much like her own - a winged troll, with some kind of tailing.

"Really? Why butterflies?" she asked, with interest, but the rainbow-bandanna troll was ALREADY MOVING ON. Absolutely delightful.

"I've not seen Autumn! You should get her to come here!" Psy would love to talk to a winged troll... she was sure they would be fascinating...



Like someone screaming, huh. That was always concerning - less so from a purpleblood, but still... that depended on who was doing the screaming. And why.

It said something about their mental state that Psykgi knew she had to, professionally, pay attention to... but the troll was off and away before Psy could address them... ah well.



"Familiar? That's very interesting!" Psykgi managed not to laugh at the comparison. Her inkblots were in no way art, forgery or otherwise. "Thank you!" she said to him, "See you at your booth!"


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Advice from the Advice Wall is up!!!

Punkie took a break from whispering mirthful words to the young seedlings at her booth to wander the event. There were booths everywhere, in all shapes and sizes. As the orangeblood juggalo wandered she noticed something that screamed ******** mirthful messiahs. "That" started the juggalo, "must be a sign from da messiahs. The way the dots move when ya look at it just right. Why its gotta be a ******** miracle!" Punkie grinned at the redblood, jubilation in her eyes. "Im glad ta meet another troll so invested in spreading ******** miracles. Mind if i bring a carved punkin over to yer booth? I can tell itll enjoy bein in the company o such a spiritual troll like yerself!"

"It looks like a dismembered body." It was that purpleblood again, with another grim statement. She'd come closer to the counter this time when examining the ink blot, almost transfixed in fear of it. The dots looked like drops of blood to her and the image of Luxara with that stomach wound. Oh god, she found herself sweating somehow in the middle of winter.

"Forgive me, I am not well." Tevini apologized and glanced briefly at the advice board before frowning and wandering off.

Ⅱ Autumn Vikare

Autumn stared at the spattering of ink across the page. Was this... supposed to look like something?

Uncertain, she glanced over at Caiden who had all but dragged her to the booth. He stood, surprisingly quiet for once, waiting for her analysis, eyes brimming with wonder. She turned her gaze to Caterpal, wondering. The lusus however had fluttered over to the table where the redblood stored a variety of sweets and was packing them away. Autumn felt her own digestive cavity rumble at the sight. She would love for something to eat.

“It looks like...” she began, hesitantly. “A colony of woodchipbugs. Crushed under nub.” She paused. Well, that sounded absolutely disgusting.

Raising a hand to her forehead, she closed her eyes. “Oh excuse me... I'm beginning to feel... faint.”

Psykgi Mentha

(@ Caiden) Oh! It was the kid who talked more than her! He was back and still hadn't run out of steam! Psykgi managed to get a hello in before any other attempt at conversation was bowled over by his constant stream of communication.

Okay then.

She took a moment to process his words in his wake. Dream powers? Unlikely. He likely just liked butterflies, and seeing the inkblot brought that to the fore.

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(@ Punkie) Next was an orangeblooded Juggalo - one didn't see many of those - talking about how her inkblots were miracles. "Well, gosh! If that's what you see, then that's what you see!" she said, scribbling the word 'miracles' next to a sketch of the child's symbol in her temporary notebook, "You can have one of your own if you like - in your color, at that!" Psy felt she should offer, since she seemed so enthusiastic.

"And do whatever you like - gosh, I won't turn down gifts or decorations..." or food. She intentionally dodged the question of her spirituality. The little orangeblood was so passionate about it, Psykgi didn't think that mentioning that she was more or less agnostic about external forces would go well. Best to just listen. "Although I think I am actually growing a punkin at your booth, so you don't really have to!"

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(@ Eridia) Destruction? Psykgi watched Eridia with interest. The game that they played involved masks of emotion and intricate dances, at once (or hopefully) intimate and separate, a careful balance of respect, trust and distrust. She was, she realized, one of the few ways to peek behind the mask at the Eridia beyond, a fascinating glimpse into unknown depths.

And, she realized, a chance for Eridia as well, as she noticed the purpleblood drop a question into the ask bin. She would be answering that honestly, without knowledge of who had written it. Psy had to wonder... what sort of problems would Eridia need her advice on?

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(@ Cerpin) Jelly beans? Someone was hungry. Psykgi smiled as they helped themselves to the candy.

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(@ Autumn and Caiden) "Interesting!" she said. Bugs were always interesting.

And then her current subject began to feel faint. "Oh gosh!" she exclaimed, coming out from behind the booth, "Are you all right?!" No outward signs of injury, and she seemed... okay?

"I don't think she's dying!" she said, frowning, "Here, hang on..." She took out a quarter of a cantelope, the remains of the fruit she had brought to lunch/snack on. "Eat some of this," she said to the little winged? Possibly? Orangeblooded troll. "Maybe it will help?" It really wouldn't do to have patients fainting in the middle of her stall...

For reasons other than grand revelations, of course.

Today's Inkblot!


Tickets:

1: Caidan/Punkie
2: Eridia
3: Eridia
4: Tevini
5: Cerpin
6: Cerpin
7: Autumn
8: Alifax
9: Alifax
10: Placeholder because I love dice, my computer is slow, and I am lazy

Psykgi Mentha

Psy finished posting the last piece of advice for the night onto the advice board, frowning a little at the last one. Had she been too harsh? She didn't think she had. Their culture, after all, was one of self reliance. Sometimes one needed a little extra outside help, and that was fine, but it all came down to them. She felt sorry for that poor troll: Being stubborn was not a bad trait, but when it put the mind at odds with itself like this... well.. then it kind of was.

She hoped that troll would come back to her booth tonight and see her comment. She hoped it would help them, whoever it was. She hoped, especially, that they would leave a comment. Feedback, after all, was important.

And with that, she started night 3.