I'm participating in the exciting and vibrant agricultural market! Current crops: 0 punkins, 0 tarnips, 0 totatoes Action: selecting initial crops Crop gain/loss: 10 punkins, 10 tarnips, 10 totatoes gained Tickets won: N/A
At some point during the night, Luxara stopped at an interesting station, manned by a drawling troll. She agreed that pests could be terrible with crops; she had competed with plenty of creatures for edible flora. Making a game out of predicting what stuff would be available...that was interesting. Though, really, she just wanted the crops. Apparently that wasn't really the point though. "I can try it!" Or, really, try to take some of the veggies for other use.
I'm burning mooncakes! I mean baking. My cakes are: Fruity +1, Tender +1, Pressed too light -1, Perfectly Cooked +2 Tickets won: 3
For a while both people remained silent, Fermer concentrating on her own cooking, and Mahmud paying extra close attention to the filling he was making. Today he was scowling in his usual way, instead of carrying a look of absolute dejected sadness like he did the day before. Although she would have loved a SMILE on her friend... well, Fermer was happy to see him closer to normal. The silence went on for a little while longer, before she finally broke the silence.
"You really like sweet mooncakes, hunh?"
Mahmud seemed a little startled by the sudden noise, jerking his head up to stare at the woman for a bit before nodding, all those curls shaking all over the place.
"... Thats cute!"
And there came the scowl again. "Cute?! Why do you say CUTE?"
Fermer couldn't help but laugh at that, covering her mouth with a hand full of flour. "Y'all so grouchy and sour all the time but... you like it when we make the colored ones, and y'all like it when its sweet and fruity. It says a lot about you."
"How does that say anything?!" Despite the sharpness to his voice, Mahmud's cheeks went dark brown, looking at the chef with a hard glare that was hard to take seriously on such a small child. "I-I... I just make sweet ones better, thats all!"
"And you give them to other trolls you think need them," she added, smirking a bit at Mahmud. "I reckon ya like people!"
"Nuh uh!" "Yeah huh!" "Nuh. UUUUUUUUUUUH!"
His exclamation was followed by a raspberry blown at her direction, while he pushed down on his mold. For a moment there was silence again, before both trolls broke out in laughter. "T-there we go! There's Muddy Buddy again!" The boy said nothing about the nickname again, but this time he was smiling broadly instead of scowling, shoving the mooncake into the oven.
"Shut up!"
Once the cake was finished, both trolls stared in wonder before Fermer gave a low whistle. "Ya see? When someone's happy, so is their food! Y'all just gotta get rid of that sour attitude!"
Mahmud wasn't inclined to agree but... but maybe he was inclined to share half that mooncake with her before heading off, giving one more smile and wave before he left.
I'm digging in the haystack ... I found: Hay Tickets won: 1
Gourdi pouted as her gaze landed on the large haystack. It dwarfed her by at least 3 feet and was quite wide, too. She had a hard time believing she'd find much of anything within something so large; especially when the prize was as small as a needle. Still, the troll figured she might as well try it out for a few minutes since it was so easy. Just trying earned her a ticket, after all, and she was determined to collect as many as she could.
She shoved one arm into the scratchy hay and let her feelers search through it almost lazily. As predicted, her scavenge provided her with absolutely nothing. Gourdi grimaced as she stuffed her one ticket into a pocket on her dress. She'd try again later.
I'm burning mooncakes! I mean baking. My cakes are: Fruity (+1) Flaky (+1) Stamp uneven (+0) Overcooked (-2) Tickets won: 0
The next thing that caught her eye was the booth filled to the brim with mooncakes, and all their ingredients. Gourdi turned her nose upwards at the troll that called her over, as though she were nothing more than a flockbeast meant to wander where ever they were told... still, the cakes did smell quite nice... and though she had little experience when it came to making food (she just ordered it, after all) the purpleblood wasn't against trying something new out. She sniffed haughtily as she approached the booth, gathering together the necessary ingredients and doing her best to combine them in a way that she thought might prove to be fruitful.
After leaving them in the foodmaker for what she decided afterwards was just a little bit too long, Gourdi first sniffed the cake... then, tentatively, she took a bite. As she chewed, a soft frown slipped across her face. There was no way even a stupid greenblood would want to buy this. She dropped it onto the ground and made sure to stomp on it as she made her way out, not even bothering to try and trade the damaged goods.
I'm participating in the exciting and vibrant agricultural market! Current crops: 0 punkins, 0 tarnips, 0 totatoes Action: selecting initial crops Crop gain/loss: +10 punkins, +10 tarnips, +10 totatoes Tickets won: n/a
Gourdi had absolutely no idea what the yellowbell- er, yellowblooded troll had tried to write upon his board, and was quite horrified at the aspect of possibly having to hear him speak with such an... improper tone. She gave a little sniff in his direction, then eyed his tuskbeast with a barely masked hatred. Behind her, HoofDaddy whinnied and stamped his many hooves into the dirt beneath him. Gourdi sniffed again, and ignored him; causing the lusus to huff in disapproval, his pelt suddenly vibrating his distaste. Gourdi flicked a piece of hair over her shoulder. She picked from the offered bounty 10 of the punkins, 10 of the tarnips, and 10 of the totatoes.
She then regarded the yellowblood with an impish smirk. "I'll be back tomorrow. For my mother****ing tickets. I expect to make quite the large amount of profit with these." She narrowed her eyes, as though trying to intimidate the lowblood. Finally, when she deemed her stare long enough, she stowed her foodstuffs into the packs hanging from HoofDaddy's great hind. There was much more of the festival to be explored, after all.
I'm digging in the haystack ... I found: nothing Tickets won:1
Another day, another stack of hay. Chiara slumped over to the pile of golden straws. She sat at its fringes and mindlessly sorted through it. It had been quite a while since this thing was put up, the needle was most likely at the bottom or in some crack in the florring. Chiara highly doughted anyone would even ever find it.
I'm burning mooncakes! I mean baking. My cakes are:Cloying (-1) Tender (+1) Stamp uneven (+0) Well cooked (+1) Tickets won:+1
Chiara's favorite activity, next to poisioning everyone via the community pot, baking mooncakes! From the community pot earlier she had pocketed some strange looking greenery. Now was the time to see how well it worked in the mooncakes. When the blueblood finally took the cakes out of the oven and gave them a taste test, she decided it was best to donate them. Well, at least they looked wonderfull.
I'm potentially poisoning everyone. Quality increase: 3 Yum, pretty good! This will make a nice addition to the stew. (+3 quality score) Barter crop: no no not today, no no go away Tickets won:double or nothing! +4
Chiara scoped the area, she didn't see the orangeblooded patrolling teen at this moment, so it was as good a chance as any! Chiara found a section of the pile dedicated to fungus and mushrooms. Not really knowing anything about them, the blueblood choose the gnarliest, ugliest muchroom she could and plopped it into the pot. Sadly for her, but luckly for everyone, it was a fine truffle. An excellent addition.
Gourdi nudged past the blueblood, digging her elbow into the poor troll's side as she stepped forward to gaze at what swirled in the large pot. It looked disgusting, and she would definitely make sure to stay away from it whenever they began to ladle out bowls... but, the promise of tickets was one that she couldn't say no to. Looking around, Gourdi picked up the closest food-looking thing she could find (a half-eaten mooncake?) and dropped it into the pot without care. She decided she was better off not tasting it and turned back towards where HoofDaddy stood. She offered her lusus a grin and a quick comb of her fingers through his fine mane.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 10:43 am
Chiara was admiring the pot and its potentially poisionus state when she recieved a sharpe jab to the side. The blueblood spung around. Ah, it was a purpleblood. The young thing had yet to learn the limmitations of her blood color. Excellent, it was a lesson Chiara was fond of sharring. As the troll turned around, back to its disgusting lusus, Chiara grabbed the purpleblood around the waist from behind. "Nice to meet ya." Chiara wispered into the younger child's ear. "Jabbin your ellbows is a good way to make friends. Cuz look, now your my friend, and how about you be a good friend and help me out by adding some stuff that looks poisionus to this here pot for the rest of the festival." Chiara gave the young purpleblood a rather harsh squeeze around the waist and giggled as if she were playing before letting go. "Hi, Im Chiara." the blueblood finished, holding out a had to shake.
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"You dropped this!" One troll seemed in a hurry when at the community pot and managed to only get half of their in. Wanting to be helpful, Nucleo hurried over to help pick up the rest and put them in. 5 second rule and all that! He didn't notice a few highbloods look at him disapprovingly. Meandering off, Nucleo and Goatmom continued to enjoy the festival.
"Goatmom I do not have a problem." The troll pouted as he found himself at the mooncake station once more. She thought he was making and eating too many and was going to make himself sick! The idea she thought he couldn't take care of himself made him sulk. She pointed out how last week he'd gotten stuck in a tree and she'd had to get him down very creatively and the week before that he'd fallen out the window of his own hive. Needless to say, he was so distracted bickering with her that his mooncakes came out kind of bleh, since he wasn't focusing on them very well.
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I'm burning mooncakes! I mean baking. My cakes are: Smoky (+1), Chewy (+1), Press too light (-1), Well cooked (+1) Tickets won: 2
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"Hehe!" Swimming in hay was exactly what Nucleo needed after his mini-fight with Goatmom. The two had made up now, with the troll apologizing but still looking sad. She'd nuzzled her face against him to show no hard feelings and allowed him to keep the mooncakes he'd made for now. But the two agreed that he needed to stop eating some for a little bit so that when the community pot was finished and served, he'd have room to enjoy it! Not actually looking for the needle, Nucleo dove around in the haystack with glee before being told to 'cut that out, kid!' With an impish flush on his face, the boy climbed out and vowed to come back again later.
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I'm digging in the haystack ... I found: nothing Tickets won: 1
