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It would be a lie to say she was not startled when the platform flipped and she dropped into the carbonated bath below. She was even more startled when a firm hand held her under. Noooooo, what had she done wrong? There was a brief moment of panic. Lutrin barely remembered to hold her breath. Then she was being lifted out of the tank by the same strong hands.

“THE CHILD HAS SPOKEN AND HAS BEEN SAVED.”

Oh. That was... a good thing! Or at least Lutrin decided to think as much. Graciously she accepted Tamiya's offerings. Even if some of it looked pretty strange, it would make good memorabilia to take back home. After all, she had won something! It was always important to keep trophies from her victories. She stuffed them into her fanny pack.

Lutrin nodded throughout Tamiya's spiel. At first she had thought maybe Tamiya's mannerisms were a character portrayal, but now she was considering the possibility that it was simply her style of speech. Either way, she decided to go along with it. “You are my ******** saviour. Thank you!!” She gave the purpleblood a curtsy (in her soda drenched shorts none the less) and turned to go. As she did, Sugardad floated down onto her shoulder. He let out a long single bark.

He was amazed. Baffled and amazed.

Lutrin licked a finger, undisturbed. Yup. It tasted like exactly what she thought it did. Suddenly an idea came to her. Halfway into the crowd she froze, extending her arms. “Dad, I'm a sap tree!!”

Frossa aimlessly wandered through the festival grounds, taking a moment to break away from both the NFL's booth and her aggressive dedication to staying in character. FLARPing was great; but with all the enticing smells, loud music and bright colours all around her, even she found her attention wrenched away from her favourite past time. The players were working on some boring puzzle anyway.

Bouncing lightly to some blaring pop song as she pressed through the crowd, Frossa playfully swung her hands in unison with her steps, admiring the many glowing purple bracelets she had nabbed from the Skate Queen's booth. As she glanced up from her spoils, she paused, finding herself in front of a Juggalo Information booth. Her mouth twisted into an unsure frown as her vision globes trailed across the cheery banners and brightly coloured balloons. It was sickeningly sweet, she thought to herself, and while she was certainly down with that aesthetic something about their piety still made her feel uneasy. Frossa was more than aware of juggalos, she was a land dwelling purpleblood after all; Hippodad had brought their faith up in passing conversation, but had never felt the need to pursue their idle chats further. Neither had Frossa. While she supposed she could agree with some of their ideals in theory, the whole thing just made her roll her sunken eyes. While power admittedly seemed cool, the idea of committing to anything outside of her genuine interests was just bleeeh.

Still, Frossa found herself reaching for a ball, waiting patiently for her turn to whip it at the dunk tank and the bellowing purpleblood sitting perched atop it. The stuffed lusi was pretty cute- she'd love to add it to her collection!

Odette approached Tamiya's booth as discreetly as she possibly could. She took a look at all of the merchandise, and immediately felt nauseous from all of the creepy iconography and colors. It was like every tiny pair of clown eyes were staring right at her. She didn't like it one bit.

But there was an opportunity to be had here. An opportunity for petty, selfish revenge. She glanced at Tamiya, still trying to be discreet. Keeping her head low, she picked up the ball and quickly threw it at the target. She just may have used her powers to affect the travel current, but she wasn't going to tell anyone that. She wasn't a cheater! This was just... a special case.

Disappointingly, the ball still missed its mark. Odette turned to leave the scene quickly, a disappointed pout on her lips.

Well this was just awful.

Trusci wasn't even sure what happened. She honestly couldn't have been. Was this some sort of sign, perhaps by the mirthful messiahs themselves? The ball had felt good in her hands, wonderful, excellent, but when she threw the orb it careened away, missed the target completely, bounced off of some object and probably spilled away into the boardwalk crowd. Way to go, idiot.

Somewhat sullen, but not deterred, she would be back

Voscil came back yet another night with the intention of making this go around count. The more she hung around the booth, the more the kid had discovered some rather new if not disturbingly fascinating words. Bouncing around the purpleblood, wanting to make a good impression she asked to have another turn at helping out with the booth going-ons. "Can a little sister get all up in this?" She chirped happily with a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

MamaJu felt her jaw go slack. Oh dear, this would be the last night her child was allowed around these highbloods. At first it had just been for fun and games, but the mischievous gleam in Vos's gaze told her all she needed to know. The roarbeast knew well enough Vos was just trying to have fun, but she could already tell this wasn't going in any direction she even vaguely wished for her child. Still, it would be hard to leap up, snatch her speedy kit and flee off into the night with her with so many lined up in anticipation. She'd have to have a serious talk with Voscil about her enjoying mimicking others for the sheer sake of sucking up to a higher caste troll. It was dangerous.

Plopping down on top of the tank, she cleared her throat eyes scanning the crowd as she coolly leaned against her flat palms. With all the shrill force and animated life she could conjure she raised her voice nearly shrieking. "YOU ARE ALL A BUNCH OF GLITTER SHITTING, NOOK-SNIFFING, MEAT BAGS. HA WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? MORE LIKE YOU OWN A GOD DAMN WET NOODLE FOR AN ARM WEAKLING!" She pointed at a troll that had stepped up to the atomizer dispensary and its sugary contents, purposely adding a higher octave to try and distract them. "YOUR SHITSTAIN LOOKGLOBES CAN'T EVEN FATHOM THE AMOUNT OF MIRACLES UP IN THIS HOUSE OF WONDERS. YOU DISGUST ME WORM." She cackled, hair raising on end as she jeered her silly taunts. Ending her barrage Voscil crossed her arms over her chest with an outright smirk pulling at her previous little smile.

If she could have MamaJu would have slapped her paw against her own face. Instead she gazed on in bewildered wonder at her daughter. Nope. After she got hold of her, the tiger had plans to hide one of her prizes from the carnival after this as a lesson well deserved.

"HEY SASCHA!" Aerona ran up to the yellowblood and pounced onto his back. She'd been avoiding the purpleblood's booth so far, but seeing her friend totally beef it at the dunk tank was too good. Plus, she was all about downing clowns in the most aggressive sense. She just couldn't imagine why any self-respecting redblood like the doe-eyed weiner behind the counter would associate with them.

"I see your physical prowess is as ... Uncontrollable as ever." Her words were emphasized and ended with a dramatic stage whisper. She put her hands on her hips, proud of her own joke, and grabbed a ball. "Bet you a beetle I can get closer than you can!" She jabbed.

She definitely lost the bet. For someone who had high talk, Aerona watched the ball ricochet off of the tent and directly into some of the merchandise behind the counter. "WHOA!"

She turned bright red. "Uhh... UHHH... SASCHA, WHY'D YOU THROW IT LIKE THAT?"

Before Sophitia could even bat an eye, Aerona was sprinting away from the booth.

Another beautiful, sporty lowblood supporting the cause. A little sister. Tamiya was proud of her girls. And, this one tried again! Yesterday she was unable to get a dunk. Truly, she was committed to the clown cause. Her tiger mom was not as appeased by her actions, but lusii were often... Well... Animals. They couldn't understand sophisticated culture.

As a bloodthirsty fair-goer dunked the yellowblood, Tamiya gave her a solo round of applause. She would have to critique the child on her use of the cliche'd "worm" (it was a rather highblooded phrase, though she figured that she'd already used the word "noodle" in her speech and couldn't repeat such a delectable word). Tamiya gave the child a brief push before helping her out of the tank and handing her the complimentary materials.

"Sister, you have done well. Messiahs bless your ******** soul." Tamiya cooed. She gave the child a genuine smile behind her fierce make-up.

Voscil splashed around in the tank filled with sugary goodness. All the sugar on her system was beginning to take its toll. As hyper as the stuff made her, being doused in doses of the stuff and not enough solid foods was quickly resulting in a crash-down effect despite her laughter and enjoyment with plummeting to the carbonated waters below. Even if some of her insults hadn't been the best, what Voscil didn't grasp she'd at least made up for with enthusiasm. Sure she needed some coaching and maybe an update or two on her clown-based vocabulary but that wasn't so bad.

The push she received from the older earned a wide eyed stare once she came back up to the surface, but half clung to the older highblood when she hoisted her out. Wiggling a bit she giggled with a sleepy yawn before going to get the stinky goo off her. Rubbing her eyes she rocketed back, even if it was a little slower than usual to smile up at the older. "Gunna go crash after I get some dinner! But I hope you have a good evening and good luck with your booth that was fun!" She purred given the others cooing at her, and smile even behind the wicked face paint. Man she wanted some cool face paint like that, the other troll looked fierce as hell. The other received a quick squishy hug to the leg before backing up.

MamaJu took this opportunity once her kit had backed up from the highblood to nab her by the jumper, her teeth gently holding her as she padded off with her less than hyper troll. Time to make a hasty retreat, and with that the tiger was off as quickly as she could go without looking back.