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"I can imagine. Someone has to clean up the mess, mm?"

Aandes smiled and stroked his cheek with a finger. A glance away and he returned his gaze to Sinter, now with his elbow in his palm and tugging coyly at the strings of his sweatshirt.

He planted his feet at the booth, intent on making conversation. Redbloods were always the most interesting trolls to mine - they had much more to gain and much less to lose. Presentation and opportunity was everything. Which was, of course, why this troll was so intriguing. There was risk in associating with purplebloods, but juggalos? A whole other can of dirt noodles.

"I'm having a delightful time. My kismesis and I are running a booth to promote her roller derby team, and I'm currently on break. You should come by some time if you'd like! How has your time at the fair been?"

Aandes’ responses to Sinter’s polite conversation were more congenial than the latter had expected. Surprised, but not put-off, Sinter straightened from behind the stacks of CDs to give Aandes his full attention. ”I did volunteer for this job. I think… I’m more suited to bookkeeping than Tamiya.”

Sinter chuckled nervously. This was such a benign conversation to be had whilst surrounded by circus props. If he had fallen asleep outside of his recuperacoon, this would be the time the weird stuff would start happening.

”Ah, that sounds fun. I can’t say I have much confidence in my ability to roller skate, personally.” Sinter briefly wondered if Tamiya could skate. It sounded absurd enough to be entirely plausible, especially when taking her nightly footwear into consideration. Sinter tried not to smile at the thought. ”It’s a beautiful sport, though.”

Sinter continued talking before he could get too caught up imagining elegantly gliding trolls body-checking each other into walls.

”It’s been nice—far more peaceful than I’d anticipated. Bloodfest always seems to have such a nice atmosphere. I’m afraid I haven’t left this booth too much to explore, though. Tamiya’s usually manning the dunk tank. If anyone else is sitting on the platform, it’s only on a volunteer basis.”

”I don’t suppose you’d be interested in trying your luck in the hot seat, would you?” Sinter hummed jokingly. This troll’s hair didn’t look waterproof, much less sodaproof.

Aandes laughed, shivering with disgust just thinking about the concept. "I'd love to relieve you if you're stuck here, but..."

Aandes tried to come up with something witty to say, but he found himself trailing off. What the hell? He always had something to say. With quiet horror, Aandes realized that he was being charmed. He cleared his throat, a mint blush faint on his cheeks. "I'll have to pass."

He tried to collect himself, defaulting to a curious expression as he fidgeted with an ICP jewel case. This was good - he learned, at least, that he was good at bookkeeping. That he volunteered for Tamiya, the purpleblood, and that apparently they were close. Anyone who could handle such a troll had something special going on. He'd make an excellent connection.

"Ah! So rude of me. I'm Aandes - Aandes LaMode."

Beautiful. The troll was an artist with puns - a clowning staple. And death puns no less? This child was a gift from the Messiahs. He was promptly dunked, of course, and Tamiya watched as he scurried off to go to the showers and try another shot at dunking her. She met up with him briefly prior to doing so.

"Well done, merry bonejester! Here is some super ******** valuable information for you to put in your wicked little skull."

As she handed them over she lingered, touching his hands. She didn't feel any spiritual abnormalities at the moment and considered his poptism a smashing success. After urging him to stop by again, she took her seat back at the dunk tank.



Tamiya shrieked. Finally, the clown had been dunked. She barely registered that the trigger had been activated as she plunged into the orange goop below, feeling the sugary wake as a shock to her system. The sensation was incredibly unpleasant. Tamiya gurgled some of the soda in trying to keep herself afloat, and pulled herself (dripping and melting) out of the tank. Her hair was stringy and had immediately come undone, but her make-up was surprisingly intact though it looked like she'd just about murdered someone. Overall, she had a ghastly appearance.

Tamiya's clothes had absorbed a great deal of soda. She was about twice as heavy now, as evidenced by the displacement of the tank that was now much emptier. She stalked towards the troll who had downed her: a volunteer from earlier. Acceptable. "You have done it! Receive your prize at the counter."

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Kabukidad looks at you sideways, his head tilted curiously as you approach. It's time to dole out a reward, and the display plush on the counter appears to not be the one you will receive. After a quiet moment, the lusus dips below the counter and out of sight. A soft murmuring sound can be heard before something bumps the table, and Kabukidad's head appears again, ascending from the ground at a bizarre angle. He lifts up a small effigy of himself with his forepaws, presenting the plush creature to you in his mitten hands.



There's a slight squeak that emerges from Kabukidad - or perhaps it's the plush in his mitts. As you receive the prize, you feel a slight up and down pressure accompanying the movement, as though it has taken a breath. Its limp little head flops over cutely in your arms. Don't be silly! It's just a toy.

Kabukidad's eyeless gaze follows you as you depart.

It had been tough, getting around to all the booths, and when Zeffer saw all the colors, he was surprised that he hadn't caught sight of Tamiya's before. The subject matter was enough to make him sneer - juggalo trolls were not something he would have described light heartedly...but he wasn't about to pass up the chance to dunk this one in orange soda.

After his throw went wide, he snorted and turned to leave with a grin. Maybe he'd drag Aprife and Akko back later.

Whoops! Forera snuck in to volunteer as well, but she was too short and Tamiya didn't see her.

(Rolling for 3rd)

Skeltr gets 2 tickets!
Forera gets 1 ticket!




Sorry for the confusion! You both get an extra roll today as compensation for my mistake.

Another mighty splash and Tamiya was in the tank first thing in the evening. She shouted with surprise and was stifled by the (fortunately fresh) soda. Carbonation bubbled, burning in her nostrils and throat. She surfaced and gasped.

The skeleton child! "I HAVE BEEN DELIVERED. PRAISE BE!" Shouted Tamiya. She was over the moon. It was an affirmation of her altruism towards the death-effigy. Tamiya had done something right - something very right - and she had been rewarded. Of course, that reward was a soda bath, but she didn't complain. It was an important part of her religion that was proud of. Even if she preferred the taste of Moon Mist faygo to the classic flavor.

Tamiya crawled, sopping wet, from the tank.



She flits away to the showers, directing you to the counter where Kabukidad is waiting. He lowers his body below the counter, and this time a tiny head re-appears before his own. With some assistance, its tiny arms flop on the counter in a comical manner. Soon, the silly movement is joined by the little plushie bobbing up and down, its limbs and head flopping all about. The creature rose up as Kabukidad reveals himself to be the puppeteer, and he gingerly places the creature in your hands on its soft tummy.

The plushie is soft to the touch like terrycloth and has the squishy give of soft sand. Occasionally it feels as though there's some hard, knobby things inside of it but you're never able to make out what it is before the texture dissolves.

Kabukidad gently presses its back and a tiny honk emerges. He then raises his mitten up to touch you on the sniffnode and slides back in the booth to lay against the wall. Well done.

Skeltr had snagged one of the masks templates earlier, and after scrounging up some art supplies, he had filled in the white space as best as he knew how. It was an attempt at fusing what he loved, and a few markings that he felt exuded proper clowny-ness. Returning to the booth, he blushed as he turned in his entry.