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If Reemus was excited for Hot Shots, he was ecstatic for FLARP. The FLARP booth was back! Manned by the same people! ...Did they get smaller? Hm.

Anyway. He signed right up. Vos was here, too! Awesome! This was going to be an amazing FLARP run. Though...he found out this time they were given roles. Oh. Well. He wanted to be upset about that, then realized he couldn't be Bonemeal anyway. And coming up with Toothy was hard enough!

This was fine.

It was...less than fine to get his card. A yellowblood. An Orphaner. Who barks. He started to sweat on the spot. Was this a joke? They didn't find him out, did they? Where was Vos?!

He could panic and run, but instead he was ushered into dressing up. Even in the new duds, he refused to take off his glasses. They couldn't know.

What he didn't realize was that when he started to growl in distress, he just looked like he was doing a great job being in character.

Psykgi Mentha / ”Booyew Hooree”

Was that Eridia? Was she playing a redblood?! A Redblood MAID? Psykgi tried not to laugh. She really tried. She couldn't help it - a few giggles escaped as Psykgi tightened the pigtails on her wig (something to hide her bangs) to the point where she had to turn away. That would not do - she could laugh at Eridia's pratfalls later. For now, she had to stay in character, for that was how their game was evolving for the night.

Still... It was hilarious.

Right. Focus on the game. Focus on the character.

Legislacerator. TV show. Blueblood... Oh, hey. The character had a moirail... She squinted at the image. This moirail should be... Ah! There! The redblood being outfitted to be an orangeblood.

"Hello there!" she said to the child. Psykgi could describe their un-wigged self as 'strange haired', but since that could also describe herself, Psy was searching for other adjectives. "It looks like we're moirails! Want to get into character?" she asked, as the kid dressed.

ツ Lutrin Weesil

She never meant to hurt anyone. Honest.

Upon spotting Frossa's booth, Lutrin was alight with excitement. Since seeing the purpleblood at her own booth, she had resolved to repay the favour. Dropping her bag full of goodies that she had swiped from other booths (or picked up off the ground), she raced towards the purpleblood. A thick cloud of powdered snow formed behind her.

“Magical Princess Pur...” Lutrin called, waving frantically. Then for the first time since she had been a wee wiggler, Lutrin tripped. She went sprawling forwards, landing face-down in a pile of snow. For a moment, she was shocked. How could she, most agile and nimble of trolls have failed on such a basic level? Lutrins did not trip. They flew.

Well, she sure flew face first into that one.

Shaking aside her momentary dismay, Lutrin picked herself up the ground and giggled. Her face was covered in snow. As she wiped the snow from her eyes, she noticed she had fallen beside a curious looking red and violet box, with six identical holes spread over its surface. Off to one side an enormous foam hammer had been mounted. It must have been fate that she tripped. Shaking her head to clear the last of the snow, Lutrin began to pace around the box. Once she had completed a full circle she came to a stop at the front, stroking her chin and wondering.

Suddenly, she lunged for the hammer.

Hopping back a pace, freshly acquired weapon in hand, Lutrin waited, suspicion in her eyes. No reaction. At least not immediately. After a few seconds, an adorable figurine popped out of the centre most hole. Curious, Lutrin approached. She did so carefully however, ready to spring back at a moment's notice.

She had no sooner reached the figure than it ducked back down into its hole. Lowering her weapon, Lutrin leaned out across the table. No other figures emerged. Cautiously, she peered down into the hole where the figure had disappeared. It was too dark to see. Her brow furrowed. With great trepidation she leaned down closer... closer... closer, until her cheek pressed against the tabletop.

The figure popped out once more with misguided enthusiasm.

There was a scream, primal and chilling. For a moment, Lutrin clawed at her eye, howling. Then the hammer reared up like a serpent. Its shape blocked out the moon. Then it fell. There was a thud, like the sound of raw meat hitting the floor. The figure shot back into its hole. Another emerged from one of the corners. The hammer descended once more. Then again. And again. It was a massacre. Parts flew. Heads rolled.

When at last, a figurine was sent careening off into the snow, Lutrin raised the hammer above her head. A blood curdling war scream tore itself from her throat. Her arms strained. Then the hammer snapped in two. Tossing the pieces at her feet, Lutrin fled into the fairgrounds.

"Heheh! Hehehe!" Elidae practically ran around in circles giggling, continuously pushing up the framed glasses on her nose as they kept wanting to fall off. After changing into her costume, the yellowblood felt way too adrenalined and wanted so badly to get out there. She had never been a part of a flarp experience before, but she always wanted to. Frossa and Alifax were amazing for putting together such a booth- she had no idea they were into flarp! The more you know!

"Is... is there ah, ahaha, is there a-" She swiftly pulled up her wrist where tiny black scribbling were written. "Fff... FFhoure Twntee? Around? Maybe...?" With a huge grin, Elidae glanced around and wiggled her toes in her shoes, trying super hard to contain all her excitement.

"B-Birds are great!? Boy, do I love birds! And uh... dem sick beats!" It would almost be impossible to tell if Elidae Bonbon wasn't taking this seriously at all or sincerely put all of her little pusher's effort in.

[+] Kursha Vidari

“NO!”

The outburst came from inside the costume tent suddenly, amidst the rattling of the hangers, the sound of tearing fabric, and a violent crash. The sides of the tent billowed and twisted, as silhouettes thrashed wildly within. A string of extremely unpleasant vulgarities followed a moment later, to the tune of unholy screeching. These expletives went on for at least a minute in one long, continuous stream, before coming to an abrupt end punctuated by a thud. There was silence. Then Frossa exited the tent, looking no worse than when she had entered.

Another minute passed before Kursha slunk out of the tent, brooding and sheepish. His bad mood had collected around him in a malevolent aura, so dense it was almost palpable. Any troll that made eye contact with him received a glare that promised murder if they so much as cracked a smile. His rifle had been left behind in the costume tent, but as foul-tempered as he was, that might not have mattered. There were enough objects with killing potential littered about the booth, that it was hard to find something that would not make a decent (if not obscure) murder weapon.

It was probably for the better if everyone left him alone for a while.

- - -

By the time Frossa made her introductory speech, enough time passed that Kursha had cooled down a little bit. As she went on to describe the setting, he mulled over his character card. Apparently, he was pursing one Ariana Grande, a wanted criminal. At least that was something he could relate with.

Feeling a bit better, he scanned the other players. Some were trolls he recognised, even if it took him a moment to do so in their new costumes, and others were entirely new faces. Sort of new at any rate. There were one or two he paused on, feeling like he had seen before, but unable to recall from where he shrugged the feeling off. Besides, he was looking for a particular “redblood”. With any luck it would be some pushover.

Hopefully, he looked at Sarcel, eager for the opportunity to antagonise her, but she had taken on the guise of a greenblood. Pity.

Eridia heeded Frossa's words, she always knew the rolls on her caste were refined masters of persuasion. There wasn't much she could do really. If she kept insisting, it would look bad in the eyes of the little one as she would ruin the event. So Eridia nodded and left the child's side to get herself ready. It was a strange feeling... Never had she taken the role of someone else before. Was it like when she pretended to be a princess when she was younger? Of course not, she knew how a princess was supposed to act. She didn't know anything about being common. Or did she? Eridia did spend her time observing.

"Am I supposed to be one of those maids on cafes or...." The highblood reread her player card, she was a maid, she had an employer, so that meant she was their servant, Gahree's servant. "She's- I mean, I could be some kind of refresh troll, an employee who has no passion for their job." She said, thinking out loud. "Loathing them won't be much of a problem." She had experience in that area as well just not in FLARP. While they did her scar (that was something else Eridia really didn't like), she thought about her own hivehold workers. The troll doing her makeup told her to look in the mirror, the highblood did so and sighed.

"It's looking great dear. If you have problems with the wig, since my hair tends to be really curly, you can always straighten it and cut it to fit the character better. I don't mind." They nodded and worked their way though her curls. Thinking again about her own maids, she knew she had high standards for her maids. They had to be respectful, not entirely sophisticated but they knew how to act like so. They were soft spoken always fulfilling the tasks at hand without questioning. Their body language was similar, however they showed to be servants. They do not sit like queens but as pawns... Eridia shifted in her seat and, instead of sitting with her legs crossed, she had them side by side, knees pressed against each others and her hands on them. She was a purpleblood, she could pull it off, she could do this.

I can't. I'll mess up. I'm such an idiot for selling my soul. She mentally whined. This is such an embarrassment, this could only be worst if someone or everyone bothered me for it.

Eridia was now Mayree Shewue, the troll who really saved Alternia who became nothing but a refresh troll maid. Her scarf almost reached her chin, nearly covering her mouth. Eridia lowered it down a bit, revealing her red lips and walked around to find her employer. Man how she hope Psykgi (or anyone really) wouldn't recognize who she really was. She decided she would look for the player playing Gahree later, she had to get in character! The problem was, how exactly and who to approach first. Without thinking, she raised her scarf right were it was, to hide the sudden blush.

This was going to end up being horrible, that she knew.