FLIPPIN HEY! Butterfly Kisses fear of uncovering another Carcass was considerably abated after having won the beautiful gem before. Since the row furthest from him had served so well prior, he picked another shell.
"That one," He stated and turned it off with his hoof. There was a dull stone inside and a piece of feather that was quite nice. Smiling he took the gifts, "Thank you very much."
Yet to take part in any of the available booths, Evolve had been cruising and eyeing off each one, eventually settling on the Treasure Flip as her first. Even then she didn’t step forward, instead she watched. Each kin that stepped forward to try, she watched keenly, seeking the perfect strategy to make sure came away with something good and not a whole lot of bugs to the face. Which had been hilarious to watch.
There was going to be a trick to this game. A method to the madness and she would work it out. When she flipped the shell, there wouldn’t be a dead thing or snake. It would be tokens or something better. She would win.
It was only when she was certain, did she move in for the kill.
Evolve flipped her shell and found two tokens.
The Kiokote took them with a nod and vowed to do even better next time.
Was that a fellow Acha that Rill heard? Perhaps this game would not leave him drunk and stumbling around either, though Nightshine had been a good sport about him drooling on her coat. Rill really needed to apology to her. He approached with a grin, looking over the game.
Ooh, ohh! Good. No kissing involved this time. He didn't need to kiss anything again. He hummed slightly, looking about and tapped a shell, flipping it. Hey! Two shinny things!
FLIPPIN HEY! Malachite flips over a shell and finds a beautiful feather, under the feather there is also a token! He tucks them into a pouch on his belt and says a quick thank you to the duo running the booth as he trots away happily.
Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 6:28 pm
"That," said a voice from directly behind the sly kiokote, "is awfully dishonest, don't you think?"
Can You and Negative might not have been paying attention, but it seemed someone was. Or, was it some thing? A songbird perched on a bush, watching the kiokote intently.
Celestial Requiem
Can You shared a special smile for her fellow trickster, ears flicking with amusement as he flipped and found - well, something, but not a lot of it.
"They can't all be losers, you know," she said piously, then tipped him a wink and a waggish grin. "See you tomorrow!"
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Negative, meanwhile, was growing more and more flustered as the day went on, sometimes forgetting to restock the shells properly. Were all these does teasing him?? He'd never gotten so many winks and smiles before.
Westward Bound headed over and pushed a shell over, just for the hell of it - huh. These were pretty interesting. Certainly they required further study, but he'd take the little bird skull and the token stone with him as he went.
Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 7:55 pm
Can You catches up to Smash and Thunder as they're wandering the market stalls. "Hey," she says to them, surprisingly quiet. "I wanted to apologize for making fun of you and stuff - don't let this get around, but I'm basically just putting on a show for this game, right? I'm not actually this much of a s**t - maybe about three fourths as mean as I'm acting," she adds with a laugh.
"Anyways, take these for your trouble," the acha says, and hands them two extra tokens each. "Come and try again soon!"
Scaramouche Fandango
Smash-and-Mash eyed the shells suspiciously. They were hiding something. They were hiding many somethings. Their caretakers had said as much. But there were so many secrets a shell could hide. And some of them... could be nasty. Visions of spoiled oysters and reeking mussels danced in her head as she carefully-
And this was rare for her. She didn't do things carefully. She was a totoma of action and always had been. Even when she was little, she was impetuous- she diced first, measured later. In many, many cases it had served her well, this impetuousness of hers; she was a darn good smasher and an even better masher. This talent of hers let her feed her family; it had helped her to meet so very many new people. It was a passion of hers, but she wasn't alone in it. There were kin in the swamp who shared this burning, consuming love of hers. She'd gotten to meet some at the last festival, when they'd all come together for the harvest; she'd not only gotten to see the light of joy shining in the eyes of the old and the young as she helped dish out some of the delicious banquet, but she'd also gotten to show off her talents and physically share them. She smiled as she remembered her audience, recalled their roaring enthusiasm, reminisced about the kin who'd smashed along with her- no, it was true. Sometimes it wasn't good to be careful.
BUT NOW IT WAS. That shell could not be trusted. She chose the one that looked the safest; it didn't seem particularly suspicious, not when compared to some of the others. It was a simple, humble shell- not at all ostentatious, with little salt-and-pepper flecks on its outer layer- and under it was a token and a candied nut.
Ok, so there was a token. That she could live with. But a candied nut? A single candied nut? How did that GET there? What was it doing? Who did it know? Panic rose in the totoma's eyes as she stared at the nut. The world around her went dim and quiet- it was just her and the nut. She wanted to eat it, but could she trust it? What if it wasn't really candied but covered in a bitter resin? Or what if the honey had had hot peppers soaking in it? She knew there were others waiting, she couldn't just stay there. "TELL ME YOUR SECRETS, NUT!" she shouted, but the treat was a tough nut to crack and remained silent. In a panic, she shouted and SMASHED the thing before grabbing the token and fleeing. She SMASHED it into tiny little pieces, screaming as she did. She was completely unaware of her surroundings as she demolished the singular piece of plant matter; all that mattered now was DESTROYING IT.
She could never return... but she had to return. What if the nut had compatriots? This game was DANGEROUS. For the safety of the swamp, she would have to play again. It was the only way!
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Fresh off the success of the previous game, Distant Thunder was feeling quite pleased with himself and his luck at the moment. Even the hideous prizes that others seemed to have were not dissuading him from this strange booth with these unusual kin. He could face anything at this point!
In fact, he decided, "I will face your little shells!" A declaration at the dancing doe with a flirtatious, confident wink. "Let us see what treasures you have for me."
Thunder swept his eyes across the displayed clay shells, appraising the possibilities under each one. What little trinkets lay below the domes? Would careful investigation help his chances? He carefully peered at whether they lay level to the surface, wondering if those which bobbed upwards a little would hold better secrets.
He remembered his little icicle attempts - to the left. That would help him decide. He veered to the selections on the left, peered hopefully at their elevation and in true Thunder fashion, cried:
"HAVE AT YOU!" before ransacking a random shell with a strike from his hoof - no more contemplation! No more hesitation! Nooooo oh dear Motherfather -
The flipping of the shell threw up a cloud of insect carcasses, their little buggy bodies and limbs curled up into themselves in insectoid rigor mortis, some of them half-decayed and smelling quite rank besides the base horror of it all. What was probably meant to be a far more harmless prank pile of dead bugs had exploded into a brief, disgusting snowstorm that whirled their way upon his mane and muzzle, and very soon a Kiokote himself, blinded by the body of a millipede draped across his eyes, little clutching legs tangled in his fur, became a terrifying tornado of bugs, flailing about the booth and its borders.
Distant Thunder briefly opened his mouth to call for help of some sort, but found his taste buds assaulted by a cluster of chitinous corpses: he spat them out post-haste and realised that keeping his mouth shut would be a better option at this point. With little regard to the others around him - to be fair, he had no clue whether there was anyone around him at this point, his only view being the underside of a rotting insect - he attempted to shake the insects off him.
Stumbling to a side, he shook vigourously in a very awkward, inelegant stomping dance. Some of the bits fell off his chest caught on his ankles, and he then started a jig like a owlcat on a hot rock. Unable to shake the clinging tenacity of stiff insectoid bodies, he fell heavily on his side, rolling in the dry earth. To the passers-by, it was almost abstract performance art: "The Insect Death Dance."
With a desperate throw of his head, he finally shook the millipede. Wild-eyed, he proceeded to violently and systematically bite, pull and spit the rest of the bugs out of his fur.
"No more treasures." He gasped, stomping the carcasses into bits. "I must keep my heart healthy."
The acha grinned as that cute yellow kimeti rolled up again. Maybe he wanted to make this a thing? She could get behind that, at least for now.
"Ehhh, it was his idea first," she said, tossing her head at her cohost. "But he wanted everyone to win something nice. Where's the fun in that? So I convinced him to throw in a few duds, spice it up a little. Originally, I wanted it to be even odds to get something nasty, but that was too much for him. He's way too nice," she added with a disdainful sniff.
Tangled Web smiled at her, and actually laughed a little at that. He idly flipped over another shell and revealed another token. "Hm." he looked at it a moment, then looked back to the doe. "I bet some reactions to your... surprises are fantastic."
Simple Thought was happy to be out and about for awhile. She is just venturing out into the world for the first time and what better time when the festival is here!
Running towards the first booth she sees, she decided to give it a go. Yet, when she played but didnt win, she just smiled. "Oh well. Tomorrow is another day!"
Nod hemmed and hawed at the shells. Which one to pick? There were so many here, each one a tiny treasure. How was one to pick the moon from amongst the stars?
With luck, he supposed, as he blindly chose a shell and flipped it over for three tokens.
Walk this Road watches a couple Acha try their luck, wondering if she should try too. Finally her curiosity gets the better of her and she flips a shell over.
They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. Under her shell is one token. Maybe not the best win, but better then nothing. "Thank you." she tells the pair, scooping up her token and walking off.
A loud voice drew Flight's attention to his next destination. An acha with strangely backwards horns and a stubby tail was pulling kin off the path left and right, dragging them over to a cluster of shells laid out on the ground. He followed behind several other kin that had been drawn in by her promise of prizes. The buck himself wasn't particularly interested in winning anything, but the anticipation of what was under each shell was exhilarating. He watched with breath held as each kin picked out their shell and flipped it over. What would it be? An animal of some sort? A dead animal of some sort? Some foul smelling weed that would make you itch for several hours? Actually, most of the kin seemed to be winning those colorful rocks everyone kept giving to him. He wondered what they were for. While pondering the possible uses of the painted rocks, the acha doe suddenly called him out to play her game. "Oh..."
"Well, alright." He really hadn't planned on playing, but it seemed rude to turn down the offer. Or was it more of a challenge. Regardless, Flight wasn't too concerned with the outcome. It was everything that led up to it that was most exciting for him. He didn't even spend much time deciding on a shell, it took him more time to flip it over than to pick it out. He stared at the thing as if it might grow teeth and clamp down on his leg. His hoof creeped inch by inch closer to it, the tip just slipping underneath the edge of the shell. And then, with an unexpected force, he flipped the shell up into the air and sent it half way across the market. The reveal of three tokens underneath was a little underwhelming after such a build up. "Ah. More of these...What are they, exactly?"
Samuel Carlin rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7Total: 9 (2-20)
Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 9:34 am
FLIPPIN HEY!
He was determined today. He was determined that he wouldn't be as cautious as he was the day before, but not so bold that he made a terrible mistake. Giving himself a good shake, Dare Me walked over to the shell-covered board, lowered his head and flipped a shell.
Nothing.
AGAIN?
For a moment, he contemplated simply kicking all the shells out of place. For a moment. With visible effort, he restrained himself, turned on his hoof and stiff-leggedly walked away. He would be back, shells. He would come back and he would should you what was what, yes he would.
This booth had been hard to miss, what with the vibrant Acha dancing out front and offering up prizes. Thunderstep had never been one for games of chance, but it seemed int he spirit of the event to at least try something new.
Thunderstep flips the second shell over; only to regret it....A horribly fat warty toad squirms out from under the shell, somehow they'd managed to hide this thing under that! "This is what I get for trying new things." Thunderstep snorts, stomping at the toad. He'd had already had enough bad encounters with frog-like things to last a life time. Just thinking about that kissing booth made him nauseous!
Butterfly Kisses fear of uncovering another Carcass was considerably abated after having won the beautiful gem before. Since the row furthest from him had served so well prior, he picked another shell.
