Welcome to Gaia! ::

Sascha was a little reluctant to come back to the booth after such an embarrassing defeat/potential framing on behalf of Aerona. Still, after the terrible streak of luck he’d been experiencing, Sascha was ready to patrol all the booths in pursuit of a victory. If he could down a clown in the process, well that’d just be icing on the cake.

But not a cupcake. That was terrible and the memory alone made his mouth hurt.

Sascha wound up his arm and let loose another ball. Another miss, though he could have sworn he grazed the edge of the target (he didn’t). He was getting closer… All the more reason to never give up ever. Victory would be his!

Odette snuck past the booth once more, this time with less of an attempt to hide her identity. She was in a mood today, probably from all of the stress of the booth. It didn't help that she got a sick feeling in her stomach every time she saw Tamiya's face atop the dunk tank. Without missing a beat, Odette reached for a ball and tossed it at the target. She didn't want to waste any time getting caught up with Sinter, let alone be caught by Tamiya.

Aandes wandered by the juggalo's booth on his break. After taking a swing at the rather colorful character on the dunking chair, he opted to browse through the clown's wares.

It was nice to get away from Alternian pop music for a while, but this strange... Slam poetry wasn't entirely his schtick. He supposed to be cultured he'd have to take a stab at it, though. Aandes shrugged. They were giving out samples for free! If anything he'd be able to get a good cultural sense for these off-beat weirdos. Not to mention juggalos had high-standing in society. With the fun and wiggler friendly atmosphere hanging around Bloodfest, this was certainly the best time to test the waters of mirth. The greenblood stepped towards the booth and took a few CDs and pamphlets, examining the artwork and the bizarre masks lining the back wall. There was a redblood sorting through the set-up, which appeared to be a mess from some kind of incident.

He was well dressed, tightly buttoned, and alert. Handsome. Businesslike - a bit shrewish but certainly not puckish, and well put together. And most obviously, no face paint or obnoxious cultist get-up. What the hell was he doing with this clown? Aandes straightened his posture and organized his pamphlets.

"Do you need any assistance?" He asked politely. "It looks a bit chaotic in here, but ah -- that may be an intentional aesthetic decision." A little joke would ease the air. Hopefully he read the troll correctly as secular and overworked. If not, Aandes prepared about three backpedaling scenarios in his thinkpan.

Tamiya had always wondered what would happen to a seadweller when submerged in orange soda. She watched as the troll plunged into the depths as a result of the (rather vindictive) trolls attempting to down him. Well done! Down with the royals, and up with the Messiahs!

Tamiya hustled over to the tiny troll when she assessed that he was thoroughly soaked. She certainly didn't want a seadweller dying on her hands. Lifting him out of the drink, she smiled. "Very well! You bring pride to Alternia, fishface! This has surely earned you some goddamn respect!"

She slipped Cebass his materials and pointed him to the showers.




A fellow purpleblood! Tamiya seemed overjoyed by the kinship of her fellow purple-mate. She clapped raucously as Trendi splashed into the vat, "Slugbeasts! Hilarity!" She cheered.

Tamiya pointed the troll directly to the showers after plugging her religion. She gave him a friendly pat on the head.



As Pragma was soundly dunked, Tamiya's mouth turned into a thin line. On one hand, this was a troll who had received their second dunking - a great symbol! On the other...

"Our Queen would not abide by such taunts against the matriarchy!" Tamiya roared. It was unclear whether her tone was threatening, or a general Tamiya taunt. Either way, it had struck a chord. It was, she supposed, a sound way to receive saving. Even if she did let him flail a little longer than the others. She slipped Pragma a ticket and offered him an extra pamphlet in case he'd lost track of his.

NEW DAY ADDENDUM!

Due to MiRaClEs (and also general activity loosening the mechanisms of the tank), Tamiya will now be dunked on a 1 as well as 20!

Also, volunteers at the dunk tank now get an additional throw!

"You there!" Tamiya spotted the returning redblood from a mile away and her nutrition chute tightened. This redblooded child had a very important symbol, and it struck fear into her biscuit. He was One of The Dead. This could be a good omen or a terrible tragedy.

Any lowblood who had an association with death was incredibly significant. Lowbloods, as a rule, were closer to death and those who were deceased. Spirit talkers, they said, could commune with and command these deceased. The connection was obvious. She must appease this child at once, to stay in the good graces of the dead.

"You look like the sort of bonejester who wants another holy round to attempt to relieve the slickfestering madhouse that is Alternia of sin! Lucky, charmed bonerattle boy. Come, ********, and sit your sitbones here on this anointed shitnasty seat, take the dunk and you will find great rewards!"

It was the closest Tamiya could get to saying please. She didn't even use her megaphone. Acting kindly towards trolls was not exactly Tamiya's modus operandi - formal and polite, perhaps, but never benevolent. It was a welcome and different tune from her normal taunting, hopefully not lost on deaf ears.

lets do this