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Taki-di rolled 3 6-sided dice:
4, 1, 4
Total: 9 (3-18)
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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 5:32 pm
Nictor Sabbat
Nictor was only visiting one or two booths per day, as he needed to stick by his own for most of the day. Still, it was interesting to see what all was around this year. He really didn't know what to expect, having spent all the time leading up to booths opening finishing set up.
As a result, Nictor really didn't know what to expect when he approached Borrowed Brush, but he was soon to find out, to his own chagrin. A hand landed on his wrist, nearly making him jump out of his skin and he barely resisted flinging his arm out in an attempt to his away the offending hand. His momentary panic didn't quite die down either because he was now being dragged towards a dressing room by a greenblood. Oh man, how did he keep stumbling into these situations? Yesterday ice water, today... well, he wasn't totally sure what the greenblood was doing but he felt like there was something ominous about the back of the booth.
He didn't want to accidentally break anything or upset the greenblood, she seemed so enthusiastic.
He didn't feel the same heavy nerves as last year, the anxiety over someone getting upset at him or getting trampled or any number of things. Instead he felt supremely out of place, uncomfortable in his own skin, too big and taking up too much space. It was strange, looking at this little greenblood who was handing him clothes to try on. He'd have been a stuttering mess before, jumpy and jerky and panicked. What he felt now was more muted in comparison, still a bit nervous, still off kilter, but more awkward than panicked. Then again, the greenblood wasn't unpleasant in the least bit, seeming quite taken with changing his look.
By the end of it, he was shifting nervously decked in an open shirt and loose vest with shorts quite a bit tighter than his swim trunks. He'd gotten a lot more self conscious about his body since his growth spurt, but the greenblood seemed pleased with the results, so he probably looked good? He usually didn't wear so many colors...
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Micillia rolled 3 6-sided dice:
4, 5, 3
Total: 12 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 5:47 pm
Punkie VielliPunkie had been watching the fashion show, and as soon as she saw another troll with juggalo face paint the girl could not help but jump up and down in joy. FOR THE DARKCARNIVAL ********> The juggalo screamed at her obvious sister. It warmed her heart to see more juggalos out and loud and proud. She needed to corner that chick and talk all holy like with her.
Less loud, but with more clapping and bouncing on her feet, Punkie cheered on the little orangeblood. She just loved Dairah, and had to let out a few Whoop Whoops to bring attention to her adorable friend.
4 - formfitting
5 - formal
3 - nude/basic
Oooh Punkie's grin grew ten sizes that second. She found a see through prom night dress, complete with orange sequins. See through, plus prom dress, plus tight? Yeah that covered all her bases. Nude, formfitting, and formal as ********. The orangeblood moved her hips as she confidently went onto the runway, The juggalo yelled, holding her hand up in the holy symbol and doing a nice 360 spin. Let the haters see that! This was for her culture, for her way of life, for every juggalo out there.
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DraconicFeline rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 5, 3
Total: 11 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 6:15 pm
Psykgi MenthaIt took Psykgi the better part of a few moments to recognize the adult behind the counter. "Oh my gosh, hi, you're Arecae, aren't you?" Psykgi said, abruptly cheerful. It was her - a hemoanon adult that worked for the Rehab center. Psykgi had seen her around, and had been impressed by her long hair, graceful horns, and great sense of style. But what was her first name? Psy had no idea. She'd heard the other name said respectfully, and had seen a few forms with her signature, but other than that. "Hi, how are you! We haven't met, but I work at the Rehab center! I'm Psykgi Mentha, and gosh it's great to meet you!" She may have been gushing, just a little. Some of it was even genuine. It wasn't like she saw many fellow CRC employees outside of work, after all! "This looks like such a great booth." Psy said. Partaking in it was a bit of a whirlwind, but it was fun. Her dyed hair was done up in pigtails, her clothing swapped for something lovely and suitable for a very highblooded party, her makeup applied with artful care. "Oh my gog..." she said into the mirror... she looked great. "This is amazing, gosh! Do you give lessons? Oh my gosh..." It was... remarkable. Beautiful. Like she had nothing on her skin at all except for perfect skin... except... she did. Quote: 3 - cute 5 - formal 3 - nude/basic
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 6:21 pm
Dairah's mouth might have hung open a little bit when Punkie strutted her stuff on the runway. A see through, formfitting prom dress... Dairah was not in any kind of condition to handle that level of WHA-BAM HOT STUFF. She realized she was staring after a while, however, and adjusted herself to hop and cheer for her fellow orangeblood. The styles may not have congealed on a technical level, but as far as Dairah was concerned, Punkie looked fine (in multiple senses). Maybe she got too enthusiastic; Moomoo gave her a gentle headbutt to settle down. Her lusus had a point; the last time she had gotten all ooey-gooey over troll fashion, she had her heart broken. Badly.
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Taki-di rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 6:57 pm
Nictor Sabbat
Nictor really didn't know how good his outfit turned out, but from the greenblood's enthusiasm, he assumed it was good? His sense of fashion was very specific and pretty bland, so this was new territory. He was already pretty body conscious, big and clumsy as he was. He didn;t want to accidentally wreck the stage and putting himself on display like that...
It kind of made his skin crawl. He didn't always do the best with attention like that. But the vendors were actively encouraging everyone that got a makeover to try the catwalk and he was already here, why shouldn't he? He'd have a fun story for Kolako at least, right?
Well, as long as he didn't trip and eat it...
Nictor wasn't entirely sure what he did, but apparently it worked, at least for the greenblood that dressed him as she yelled encouragement. He felt his face heating up, hoping she wasn't making fun of him. It was kind of obvious he was uncomfortable, so she probably mean the encouragement genuinely? He'd like to think so. He might have started to feel that old panic creeping up his spines when more than just the vendors started watching.
His walk wasn't quite steady and he couldn't quite keep his shoulders set as he walked across the stage. Nictor felt so weird with these trolls looking at him and he wasn't sure but the looks on some of those faces made him think they were thinking about eating him. Not as easy a task these days, but with more than one troll thinking about it... he wasn't keen to try his luck.
Nictor rushed off the stage soon enough, his hands shaking as he took deep breaths, trying to keep his cool. So much for things being different, huh? Seems that the eyes didn't follow him when he got off stage though, and for that he was grateful. He offered a wobbly smile to the hemoanon vendor as he grabbed a crop top without checking the size and heading off. It would probably fit Kolako fine, right?
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 7:19 pm
Rianon had been just thrilled to see Akkira stop by their booth, and was over the moons at having the chance to give her a makeover. Vremea had given her the lowdown about the PI and the others in the swamp, Akkira had been mentioned much to Rianon's surprise that she hadn't caught onto that earlier. None the less her visually challenged friend hadn't been around the swamp lately, so the greenblood needed to clue her in as to what to call her. Once they were in back and getting the redblood all dolled up Ri leaned over and whispered, "My name is Serima Blumce," she was sure Akki would figure it out. The combo that Akki came out with was...not conventional, that was for sure, but somehow the greenblood thought it was fitting for Akkira. "So pretty, you better work this look," she chuckled, finishing up her lipstick. A little later in the night Serima was taken by surprise as a little greenblooded boy tugged on her hand. He was so meek and adorable, it just made her pumpbiscuit melt. She could tell he was having fun with the makeover which made it all that more rewarding. "Looking like quite the striking little man," she grinned, painting on his face. "What's your little friend's name?" she asked, nodding toward the sock puppet on the boys hand. Once they were finished up, she glanced back at Bellen, with a look on her face that yelled 'that kid was ADORABLE' after he hugged her and took off. There had been a bit of a lull at the booth, until a young orangeblood made her way to the booth. She seemed a bit disappointed in the makeover, which was to be expected. Couldn't win all of them. At least Bellen tried to have fun with it. However, once the girl (bravely might Serima add) took to the runway, having been the only one to try so far the greenblood wanted to root for her. Unfortunately that seemed to be the nail in the coffin for the little darling. "Oh, no, please, hold on there a sec honey," Serima called out after her as she rushed off the stage. She slipped out of the booth and ran after her, able to catch up as Dairah paused to admire Punkie. "Hey, sweetie," she said, kneeling down to her, "It looked like you didn't have a whole lot of fun at our booth tonight. I just wanted to ask you to come try again tomorrow. You're adorable, and I'm sure we can get a better look done for you tomorrow night." She tried to reassure her. "Here," she handed Dairah a handheld compact, matching her blood tone. "Have this prize for being so brave and taking on the runway. Just show us some sass next time. I know you have it in you." she gave the girl a smile, hoping she hadn't been too offput by the experience.
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smolderingskies rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 3, 4
Total: 10 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 8:43 pm
Lillie VardahRoll: 3. Cute, 3. Casual, 4. Colorful Lillie was definitely not one to claim she had any sort of fashion-sense. She mostly dressed practically, for the purpose of working in her garden and planning out the time when she wasn't working in her garden. The idea of a makeover gave her pause. Perhaps it could be really bad... or perhaps it could be really good. Well, it definitely couldn't hurt!
The outfit they'd picked out wasn't too bad. A frilly little thing, almost spanning all the shades of the hemospectrum with its diversity in color, but casual enough that she'd feel okay staying at home with the outfit. Lillie beamed with delight, amazed that just a little bit of makeup could spritz up her appearance so well. Maybe fashion was a hobby she should partake in, when she had the free time. "Do you have any of this makeup for sale?" she gushed, poking at the precisely picked blush on her cheeks. Maybe she'd bring some home and try to learn how to use it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 8:51 pm
Amonee was on his way to become an Alternian Ninja Squirrel when he noticed something stunning, something incredibly beautiful, that he could not pass by. She was so cute and practically sparkly! Hurrying over to meet Rianon, he smiled at her with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.
"My gosh, has anyone told you that you are absolutely stunning? Your makeup is so pretty!" He began to chatter, taking her hands like an excitable best friend despite the fact that they had never met before. Amonee wasn't really great with personal space and boundaries, he tended to walk all over them.
"I'm Amonee Brycer, a painter. And I would love a chance to have you model for a painting sometime if you're interested!"
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Unaru generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
4!
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:21 pm
  There were NO three matching numbers today. So the first two ticket raffles will be for the two matching number tier! 1. Yamashii 2. Taki-Di 3. DraconicFeline 4. smolderingskiessmolderingskies For a FABULOUS makeover, take this ticket!
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Unaru generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:24 pm
Second ticket for the two matching tier! 1. Yamashii 2. Taki-Di 3. DraconicFelineDraconicFeline Another marvelous transformation!
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Unaru generated a random number between
1 and 9 ...
9!
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:29 pm
And finally the tier with no matching numbers! 1. saihen 2. Doutei 3. nepash 4. purplerosesbeauty 5. Skyli Peep 6. Kimbley Kitty 7. stringency 8. Sami-Fire 9. MicilliaMicillia Your spunk and enthusiasm has gotten you the last ticket of the night!
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:55 pm
Rianon almost completely blew her cover when Amonee grabbed her hand out of nowhere, the shock causing the greenbloods instinct to teleport away kick in. Fortunately she was able to suppress those instincts before making that mistake. Before she could even ask the green...no wait, she had to squint for a second, oh my, a jadeblood, what he was doing before being bombarded with compliments. Her own cheeks quickly flushed, and her free hand rose to her chest. "O-Oh my, why thank you," she said, trying to stay composed but a few very girlish giggles escaping her lips. "I'm Serima Blumce. It's a pleasure to meet you Amonee." She said, the compliments still swimming around her ego. "I'd be more than happy to model for you," she paused, "granted of course that you let us try our hand at a makeover. I don't think you'll be disappointed." Rianon had to plug her own booth of course. Plus it was clear this boy had a mind for fashion himself, she was sure he'd look fantastic in what they had.
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purplerosesbeauty rolled 3 6-sided dice:
1, 6, 2
Total: 9 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 12:49 pm
Gnash begged for another make over from the two girls, and enjoyed the new clothes and strutting about in something glamorous and chic, but they did clown face paint again, and she wondered if it were some sort of joke. Did she look like a landdwelling purple troll for whom juggalo paint would look suited for? Did they think she was violent like a subjuggalator?
Well, it would wash out.
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artificial bones rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 3, 2
Total: 8 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 1:17 pm
ZEYLLA CRYPSIZeylla nodded to Bellen and Serima as she walked up to their booth, her body saying she was relaxed and comfortable, and hoping that today she wouldn't be clown'd up. Of course, she shouldn't have hoped for that, and should have known better as Bellen smiled deviously at her as she sat down for make up; already dressed in a cute crop top shirt(she kept her swimsuit on underneath, and refused to remove it) in neutral colors with grey and light blue sarong around her waist. She was no expert at makeup, but this felt exactly like last time, and as Zeylla looked in the mirror she gave a sigh and looked up at Semira's apologetic face and Bellen's barely concealed grin, and shook her head. Another clown face, this time with upside down hearts around the eyes and a frown. " Hahah," she quipped with an eye roll as she cleaned her face off. " I'm not a fan of the clown look still, but I like the outfit," it was nice over her swimsuit, and made her feel just a little less exposed(not that she could be must less exposed in her full body suit).
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Sami-Fire rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 4, 5
Total: 12 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 1:20 pm
Dairah nearly missed the greenblooded booth runner calling for her until she stopped to gawk at Punkie. She was surprised by the older troll's comforting words and willingness to let her try again even after her runway incident. When she received a makeup compact to match her blood color, that just about sealed the deal. "Th... thank you," she stammered out, shocked by the generosity. "I'll do it again. But only if you style me this time. No offense to your friend, but I feel like it didn't come out so great." So she went to give the makeover session another go... This session was also interesting. Cute beach attire, with classy makeup... once again, Dairah got a sense that the outfit was lacking on a technical level, but she still liked the look. Charming and tasteful! She made a mental note to try more outfits like this later.
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