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Luxara was rather surprised about how well she did the previous night! Top score? Heck yes! If she was going to start in the lead, might as well try to keep it up, right? "I've got this."
She rented the same boat as last time and puttered on out to the diving area. Oh yeah, there were trolls actually swimming to get stuff. Right. She'd have to be careful with her net, then!

Luxara stuck with the shallowest part of the reef, then. The low areas could be left for the brave swimmers and seadwellers or whatever. She was happy staying out of the highest-of-highblood turf, thanks. She pulled up her first haul, and looked through the junk, tossing back anything that didn't look mechanical. Rust usually helped. Well, technically rust was bad, but it let her definitely tell what was a metal lump from a non-metal lump.

With unnecessary junk tossed to one side, she plunged her net into the deep again on the other side. Wouldn't want to pull up the same useless crud a second time! She quickly found something rather heavy this time around. Almost as fast as she put the net in, she pulled it back out. Ah! This sure was...hm. Something. The greenblood couldn't tell what, but it sure was a thing. Maybe one of those science-y trolls would figure it out. Yes, she would accept this.

Ah, well, while she was out here, she might as well give it that last go and get back to the booth. Someone was liable to break more stuff while she was gone. After watching the shore festivities from her vantage point for a few minutes, she prepped the net again and sank it. Down it went, and when she pulled it back up, it was full of...small, round things? Huh. Well, they weren't squishy, so caviar wasn't on the menu. With a shrug, Luxara dumped them with the rest of her haul and steered the little dinghy back to port.

Keionx saw her name in the announcements, and her name was quite high. This pleased her greatly. She'd worked hard in her search, and had spend hard-won beetles on that rig. She was about to rent the subaquatic rig again this night, but found that she could also get on a boat with a net and other trolls and trawl from there. This seemed to be a better option, with plenty of heroic camaraderie potential and action above the water.

She tried it for a time, netting all manner of items, but she – with some dismay – was forced to come to terms with the fact that expecting camaraderie, among trolls, was but another manifestation of her old delusions.

Having to protect her catch from thieves with every passing moment was far from relaxing and nothing like the relative purity of exploring with the rig. After fending off uscrupulous trolls and failing to fend off a few of them, she left the boat with what she had collected. They had moved around a lot, to various spots, and she knew she had a variety of objects, some junk, some priceless she was sure.

But she had a feeling – the kind of suspicion she had never been prone to feeling before – that the boat owner was not taking them to the very good spots on purpose. Likely, they were in cahoots with another troll.

So, she bit the metallic projectile device (and her wallet) and rented the rig again. And there she was, beneath the ocean, piloting a machine like no-one's business and collecting treasure. All right, piloting the machine was someone's business. Hers. It was still clunky and the worse for wear, but she was soon lumbering (if swimming could be called lumbering at all) back to the surface with her finds.

It was the second night, and Maihue was ecstatic. She had gotten her team a pretty good amount of points, and was excited to get back out there and get even more. Sticking to the old faithful diving suit, she slipped into it and walked into the water.

Maihue decided to go over to the second area first. It was a completely different area than the night before, and she was interested in every little bit of it. She got as close to the bottom as she could, and started to search for the little itty bitty pieces that are usually too hard to see.

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The second time Maihue went into the water, she decided to go over to the first section. She had completely skipped it over, and thought it was a good idea to head back and search for stuff there. Instead, she ended up watching the plants sway in the streams of water. Maihue kept getting distracted, so she went up to the surface of the ocean, and looked around. She could hear the festivities just a little ways away, but other than that it was another peaceful night. Too bad she wasn't a seadweller, she could get used to this life.

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As Maihue put her diving gear on for the last time of the night, she tried to think of what area she should go to. There was still two unexplored areas, or she could go and search through the first two she had been to. Thinking it over, she figured it would be best to go to a new area, so she got into the water, and swam to the third area.

Drifting with the current, Maihue was focused on finding some new materials. There wasn't a lot of sea life to distract her anyway, so her attention was all towards the goal.

There was no way in hell he was going out into the water, no way, no how. Even the rig made him nervous in all reality. The little guy didn't know how to swim, and wasn't about to start tonight. Maybe tomorrow he'd try the device, but for now he felt safest closer to shore and using the nets he'd been promised were perfectly acceptable for use.

Taking the next available boat out, even if it cost a few beetles Stryke clumsily setup various traps and attached a few rocks to ensure they would sink better. It was certainly not the fastest way to get things done, but he was determined to make himself useful for his yellowblooded brethren. It was after-all in the spirit of Bloodfest after all no? It had taken him nearly until the night of the third day, but at last the troll boy was beginning to truly have..yes fun. The light of the moon gave him pause as he gazed at in wonder, a small smile pulling at the edge of his lips into a vague half smile. It was nice just to be a kid…and not be caught up in explosions and fighting. There would be other days he would rise up to full-fill his duties. For tonight? He just wanted to be a kid for once in his life.

On the first pass around the water and its different locations, Stryke sent to the bottom floor his traps. The pattern of the rocking boat was oddly comforting as he closed his eyes and waited until they arrived in a new location. Humming thoughtfully he laid two more traps in different locations. Now he had only to wait, and check back after a little bit. As luck would have it, he soon found himself hauling up his bounty. The first item nearly had him topple over board into the water below; luckily with his lusus's help they were able to yank it free. Landing on his rear, the kid stared in wonder at the net piled in his lap. Alright, manual fishing wasn’t his strong suit. Hopefully no one had seen that mishap.

The second item was mostly medium in size, but round in nature. Shrugging at its appearance he set it aside for the now. It wasn't like he really knew what exactly the requirements were for what he found...it was just part of the game he figured. Lastly he went for the third item. At first he feared he'd pulled up nothing but vegetation. Glaring at it, he pulled the square object from his net, tugging at the sea weed. With a bit of effort, he retrieved a shiny object! Sweet, that meant he'd filled his duty for the night and could get the hell off this rocking vessel before he lost his lunch...literally.

Taking off his boots and jacket, Hazmas decided to try one of the Bloodfest's main events. He'd been too tired the day before, but this time he had enough irritation to warrant a cool dip. Machim hooted uncertainly by the edge of the water, agitated over not being able to swim after her charge.

"I'll be fine, Machim," the green blood said, taking off his shirt. "I'don't worry, I'm a good swimmer." He patted her belly reassuringly before grabbing his satchel, fastening some home-made goggles to his face, and slipping into the water.

It was warmer than he thought it would be and his goggles seemed to be holding up. He grinned and dived down deeper until he came to the third section of the reef. The greenblood scanned the reef and stuffed whatever he could find into his satchel.

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Hazmas dived deeper, following the trail of debris left by something years ago. 'If they weren't so water damaged, I might be able to use them,' he thought and paused when he saw other swimmers. Narrowing his eyes, he swam silently forward. He'd heard someone the day before had messed up someones stuff, getting them less points for the game. He was already a day late, so maybe a little cheating could be a good thing?

Carefully he reached into their stashes, taking something, meddling with it, before putting it back before they knew it was gone. He did this four times before finally deciding to get back to his own search.

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Hazmas swam up to the surface, got a breath and swam back down again. He wasn't finished looking, not by a long shot. There was too much good stuff down here to leave alone. After almost two hours and several surfaces later, Hazmas finally filled his satchel. Swimming to the surface, he hoisted himself up onto the dock, wringing out his hair as he set his heavy satchel aside.

Who knew swimming could be so... rewarding?

After checking the leaderboards for the event Alifax was pleased to note that a redblood was apparently in the lead. Well, that was good! It made him feel nice enough that he felt like diving even deeper tonight, retrieving treasures that looked quite a bit better-hidden than the ones he'd found the previous night. This would make all the difference, right? And if not, well, there was the other redblood. Whoever she was. He ferried objects from the colorful reef to the surface as quickly as he could - he hadn't rented a tank of air, after all, and he was only a little accustomed to the technique it took to breathe through these stupid contraptions. It was a pity he wasn't...finned or something. But, heh - that didn't mean he'd necessarily do badly in something like this, he reminded himself.

He took a small break between the second and third trips, using the time to retrieve an extra set of his practice hammers from the booth. What? They hadn't had to hand out any prizes yet.

Then he submerged himself again, swimming quickly but blindly for the section of reef he'd already familiarized himself with. He grabbed something quick, and then grabbed his meteors and swung. With any luck he'd hit something. Smiling to himself, he ascended again to the surface.