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[ Hey guys! We've had a small hiccup come up with some of the roles and cannot start the game until at least midnight EST. Since it's been over 24 hours since our last ticket distribution, we're using my previous post as the cutoff for Day 2 tickets and will count anyone from Kursha onward as Day 3. Please continue RPing, though; we're LOVING your in-character posts <3 Thank you so much for understanding!

In the meantime, I'm gonna casually use this post here to raffle off our last ticket... ]

1. Micilia / Caiden Banksy
   
2. DraconicFeline / Psykgi Mentha
   
3. tenaciousGadabout / Buffel Obille
   
4. Yunonia / Ninfia Lutino
   
5. Gl!tch~ / "Toothy Jawman"
   
6. saihen / Azrael Mortis
   
7. blackbird cake / Elidae Bonbon

If your name was left off the raffle list, you didn't receive a ticket through some other means, and you included roleplay in your post, that means you'll be included in Day 3! Thank you all. <3 We love you!

"Ah..." Reemus startled a little, not expecting someone to address him already. He cleared his throat. Tried to stand up straight. Puff out his chest, even. It's what Toothy would do. And...the bloke he was playing. Maybe? Right? He was a hunter, like Mum, and Mum was a proud sort.

Man, he wished he could've brought her with.

"The weather? Ah! Well." He put his hands on his hips and looked around. "I've hunted lusii down in worse than this! The weather can go bonkers and it won't bother me none! Ha ha ha ha! Um." Reemus squinted at his card. "Have you seen any purpleblooded chefs around? I need to find my..." he squinted more, "buns." He had no idea what that meant, but sure.

Voscil was ecstatic, or rather that was a generous understatement. This year she'd elected to signup for the Flarp league, and with a stroke of good fortune the now purpleblood dressed psionic couldn't help but wear a smile on her face. "My, my...Good evening everyone." She spoke up, to no one in particular that would mind the troll Gahree a passing conversation. smiled politely from behind her painted face. A coy demeanor had replaced her usual jovial smile, adopting the role of a proper purpleblood as she lifted her chin with a cool smile.

She hadn't gone flarping in a while, and the fact she'd landed herself such a esteemed heroic-like figure in this purpleblood only sweetened the deal. For what it was worth, she couldn't wait to get the games underway and see what came of it.

Smoothing her robes, she entered the scene with what she believed to be a bit of social flare. For what it worth, donning the facepaint of a proper juggalo had been thrilling in of itself. Never mind being apart of her favorite gaming event.

Psykgi Mentha / ”Booyew Hooree”

A glance at a commotion - was that... Vidari? Well, a festival was as good as any place to take slow, merciless, competent revenge. Right now, she would do so by being completely in character.

And... Ahhh, there was Eridia, in full maid costume. If she hadn't seen Eridia put it on, and if she didn't see the faint purple of her blush where the red scarf failed to cover, then she wouldn't have thought her anything but a redblood.

She made a good redblood.

That was a disturbing thought.

Ah, yes, but in character. "Haha! Well, we're taking a break from all that, aren't we Glenny?" Psy.... Boo... said loudly. In character it was. Or was she? Booyew was probably flashy and bombastic if they had their own TV show, and it wasn't a stretch for Psy to act like that. And confident. She could do that too.

She just got to do it as a blueblood now... Which meant a little extra of everything.

She put her hand companionably on her 'moirail's ' shoulder (not nearly as hard as she would have done on her own actual Moirail's shoulder of course), "Who's stuck? I'm right were I want to be! Hanging out with you!" She stretched, thatrically, as if a camera tracked her every move, as if the limelight followed her, and posed just a little arrogantly.

And then she had to stifle the laughter that nearly doubled her over. "This is going to be really fun!" she whispered to the girl.

Caiden didn't mind that the little kid in front of him scored higher, i mean he was a little kid. Caiden eagerly looked at the prizes, admiring the cheap plastic pearls and cardboard sword. The brownblood finally settled on a "magic wand" and waved it around excitedly.

Allcap raised his eyebrows at the lack of response. "Uh, ordina - um, I mean. So mi mi, do - "

His reply was cut short by a loud shriek, cutting through the air. The snow seemed to grow, impossibly, thicker, and the wind swirled heavily around their faces. For a few brief seconds, none of the players - or the observers - could see anything going on in the game. Snow skidded up from the ground in a harsh white arc, and something dark whooshed its way past each of the players. Was that - ?

It was a strange form with the bright red eyes of the blind and a gaping misshapen maw, which was certainly larger than its hands with their crooked black claws. Its hue and shape both seemed to shift, as though it was fading in and out of existence, or perhaps just very indecisive. It was almost certainly not a troll - although it didn't quite look like a daywalker, either.

In a few moments it sunk into the ground.

In the ensuing commotion, it took a few minutes to notice the body laying on the ground. Luscious hair tumbled over black-clad shoulders, and red blood pooled out from the thick chest. If a roll call didn't identify the victim, it was clear from the ruby-red cap laying a scant few feet from the corpse: Allcap Hotbun had...fallen asleep?

No. It was clear to anyone with a brain that this was not the answer. Allcap's dulcet tone had been a vital part of every significant romantic courtship of the decade. And yet they'd been the target of much jealousy. For their magazine-perfect looks, yes, but also for their powerful voice, both literal and figurative. Someone...was out for blood.

“Gahree” looked curiously at the yellowblood as he mumbled. "Hm..Go right ahead.” She waved, shooing him along about his business. Although Voscil didn’t need to listen to closely as he moved about. Given his approximate size and shape, and the manner which he was dressed Vos was pretty darn sure this guy had to be Reemus. Even if that was out of game knowledge it was nice to see him here. He’d really come out of his shell for Bloodfest from the looks of things. Just as the other pushed past her, she heard his whispered compliment. While an avid fan of flarping, the moment was not lost on her between them. Suddenly Vos was thankful for the paint now for an entirely different reason. "Ha! Think so? Thanks..hey.You look handsome.” Vos muttered quietly in passing.

Shaking her head at him in wonder as he moved away, shouting off for another troll.

Recalling the info card on her persona Voscil looked around her, deciding it was a good time to try and mingle a bit. A catty coy smile pulled at her character's lips. “Oh Mayree dear…wherever did you get off too, hmm?” She spoke in a manner as if the troll expected someone to be right at her side. The redblood was the subjuggulators maid, and as such the highblood expected their servant to make themselves useful. However, a surprised gasp followed from the troll. Snapping open her fan, she covered her surprised expression as the events unfolded not long after her calling for her favorite pain in her side.

Before the troll was a fallen redblood from the looks of it. How dreadful! What a terrible waste of a perfectly good lowblood. Shaking their heads with a form of solemn sympathy the purpleblood pursed her lips. They seemed to be trapped, as no form of communication seemed to be working. Reminded of the zombie invasion, the troll could only hope this didn’t spell more visits from terrifying haunting visions of spectral nightmares! The very notion gave them the chills.

ImaginationsParadise

the table have turned ;3

It was an awkwardly long moment before Lorata even realized she was being spoken to. Wearing an eyepatch took some getting used to, after all, and Allcap had come over from somewhere in her newly blind side. It was only as she turned to get a better look at something else entirely that she realized he was standing there, staring down at her. She blinked, stared back, and realized suddenly that this was Alifax staring down at her and also that she hadn't quite figured out how Ariana would greet him.

Maybe just a normal, cheerful hello? Something confidently cutesy! She opened her mouth and then- And then there was a shriek and her attention was taken entirely by the horrible ghost monster that swept through the game. When it disappeared and the snow settled, the redblood she'd been about to so cheerfully greet lay dead on the ground. She lifted her hands to cover her mouth as she stared in horror and startled again because oh, right, the hook.

"A-Alifax?" But oh, there was his friend, umm Frossa right? She was dressed up like a queen, sobbing over the body and- Ahh, just part of the game, of course! She relaxed. And then decided she'd better figure out how she was playing her character for sure, now that things were getting into full swing! Okay, okay, confident cutesy pirate queen hero. Go!

"Well! Don't worry, Queenie," She cooed sympathetically, then turned to stare down the others again (and oh, there was that one she was looking for, though they kind of...looked like Austri?). "It shouldn't be hard at all to narrow it down, should it?"