Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was certainly a blessing from – well, from whatever universal powers there were – that so many trolls were stopping by. Panili swept from one to another, giving Sephos a meaningful look and her friend Adamaz a small, polite wave. They were both low maintenance trolls, so they wouldn’t mind her tending to other patrons of her booth.

A harsh looking blueblood emerged, and Panili gave her a smile. “Yes ma’am! I’m happy to give you your winning tea! This one is called Windpeak Cliffs. It’s very sharp and cooling. I hope you like it.”

To the beautiful jadeblood: “Thank you, Amonee! Please help yourself to the booth games. It’s great to see you.” To a dry and sort of charred redblood: “Ah! Yes you can! Please don’t be shy about getting more tea!”

And then, Xavier. She looked up from her booth and gasped. “Oh my goodness…! Greetings!” She’d never seen a mother grub before, and assuming this child really was a jadeblood… Well… That was something significant. For now, and for the future! She had to acquaint himself with him. Amonee was a jadeblood through and through, but lacked the prominence of such a creature. It was breathtaking in person. She looked at it and had to pry her eyes away as though it was the Alternian sun, dipping into a deep bow.

“Thank you very much. I look forward to reading your response, umm!” She started, and stopped, questioning whether to be so bold as to ask any personal questions. “Are you… You’re a jadeblood, right? It’s so wonderful to see you at Bloodfest! Representing with, um --! Ah! I’m, um, I’m mumbling! Excuse me – um, yes!”

Panili was fortunately distracted by a handsome young redblood who had asked her for a writing utensil. When she looked back, she had fortunately calmed down some. She looked sheepishly around the booth.

Punkie stared at the question for a minute, silent. She already loved this world quite a lot, she got to garden to her heart's content, eat punkin pies with her buddies, and console the populous. The juggalo paused on that last thought and had her answer.

Tevini didn't know what to make of the super cheerful looking booth that stood before her. It was trying to be calming and sweet but she felt nervous. She really needed to work on that. There was no reason to be nervous, she was wearing a highblood disguise and no one here had any reason to suspect her.

'Stop freaking out and just try to pass the time pleasantly while you wait for Cerpin.' She chided herself. Looking over the booth she decided to play the question game they had because that seemed like it'd be light and easy right?

If you could change anything about Alternia, what would you change?

Good thing her hair was already straight because every one of them tensed on edge. She couldn't answer honestly with an 'everything'! There was a reason she was working on a rocket to blast herself off this place. Uncertain of how to respond, the girl stood and thought about it for a very long time. Her answer needed to be sincere but tactful.



Was it dramatic? Yes. Was it the truth? Also yes. Dropping the slip of paper in the box, she walked away with tears in her eyes.

Stryke passed by the booth he'd seen the other night..and actually stopped to look at the message that had been written for the day's question. Dressed as the orangeblood Daquan afforded him the comfort of knowing he blended in. Yet a silence overcame him, as he reached for his own pencil and took hold of the paper. He tapped the pencil lightly as he contemplated what he wanted to say exactly. Silently he pursed his lips, his brow furrowing.

His teeth clenched abruptly as he thought about the world today. There was no such thing as a non violent world. Alternia was based on violence and thrived on chaos. However. There was one all too powerful theme that had kept him on the path he'd chosen for himself all those summers ago. There would always be a working class, and societies privilege. Yet he lived in fear as a lowblood, and always had for one reason or another. Stryke was not a value to be assigned based on a hue. The measure of his experiences and actions were what defined him. As Stryke saw it, trolls lived and died based on our blood caste. The same could be said of a mutant, both blood and physical alike.

Simply put. Being different should never be a cull-able offense. Stryke would go to his grave defending the rights of those less fortunate if that's what it took.

Q: If you could change anything about Alternia, what would you change?
A: A world in which color alone doesn't define your placement in society, but rather the measure of one's character, and strength of will.

With a heavy heart he placed his response away in the thoughtful bowl.

He recognized Tevini, although she was dressed like a highblood. Like many of the rebels, she was in disguise. They'd all had to be careful, it was the only way to pass for normal citizens to enjoy the event. She was one of the younger rebels they'd met during the swamp madness. They hadn't spoken much, and there standing not but a few feet apart Stryke wanted her to know she wasn't alone. A gentle smile pulled at his lips. The "purpleblood" always seemed troubled, if not a bit reserved. "Good evening, how is Bloodfest treating you..Doradi?" He asked as he worked on his own tea sorting. Going for the same flavor combination as last night as he'd enjoyed the cup he'd had late in the night before sleeping in his hotel's recupracoon.

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Rastin Morden

Rastin beamed, if only for one short, shining moment. He'd pulled a matching pair from the tea sorting pile! Now, which tea did he win? He turned toward the board that held the pairs and happily plucked a jar of Rolling Plains off the shelf. He couldn't wait to take this home and try it!

But, before that, he had to encounter the bowl of thoughtfulness.

"... I don't understand this question at all." He muttered, his expression growing grim. "Elevating my nature? What do you mean by that?"

He bit his lip and stretched his lips in frustration, before finally deciding just to bite the bullet and write something.

"Elevating nature to me means putting my plants in a higher place than they're used to. You know... Elevating them? ... Okay, I'm pretty sure that I've completely missed the intended meaning of this question. I just didn't want to look like an idiot and wrote something down. I apologize."



(-cough- I didn't understand today's question, I'm so sorry -cough-)

Mm.... his tea mixtures sure smelt good. He decided he was all tea'd out for now, and went to go write another slip - when suddenly, he saw Tevini there, anxiously writing a message of her own.

Uhhhhhh. At least he'd seen her again since whacking her on the head with his trash can lid. But he wasn't sure seeing him would be a happy thing either. So, he took out a wrapper and wrote his answer on that instead of using a provided piece of paper, and had Papa Roach deliver the answer to the Bowl of Thoughtfulness. He needed a cover... let her approach him, if she wanted.

Looks like it was tea time again.