[CLOSED] [NPC Booth] Noland's Booth (Apples to Apples)

[Nio Love]

There is no one manning this lonesome, quiet, monochrome booth. The eerie sensation that you are being watched is there, regardless. Nevertheless, if you dare venture closer, the one blot of color staining this perfectly drab scenario sticks out like a bloody red thumb. Shiny apples sitting in a bowl, of every color. There's a strange mist rising up from the bowl, but otherwise they look completely edible.

Do you eat one?

 

[Nio Love]

Apples to Apples

Eating an apple has given you a strange sensation. You feel as though someone is speaking to you, but you can't place the voice, or find the speaker. All you understand is one single word.

The End

The moment you grasp onto the word, several cards show up in front of you. It seems you have a choice.. which card reminds you most of that word? Choose carefully, because as soon as you touch the card, the choices disappear and you find yourself at another booth, with no memory of how you got there or when you left.

Later on in the day, you might feel something strange in your pocket..

OOC

Noland has set up an Apples to Apples game! The game is simple. Each day the word above is going to change. You can make up any answer to whatever you think is the best card that makes sense with the word of the day. Touch the card, and you're done! At the end of the day, Noland will pick a winner based on all your answers, (by rolling a dice, to be fair), and that person will win the grand prize of the day! Other winners may be announced as well, but all you have to do to play is make up the card you pick in one post, and add your minipet SN to the post. You will be notified by quote if you win. You can play THREE TIMES today, but you will only be put in the token raffle once!! Have fun!

 

[Nio Love]

PRIZES





Each day, Noland will pick one winner. (The choice will be done by raffle dice roll.) That winner mysteriously finds tokens and/or one of the two very special minipets you see above, in their pocket. But there were so many good answers, that he feels generous enough to choose a few more runner-ups.. they might find a minipet or a token in their pocket as well. Wondering how Noland got something in your pocket is probably best left ignored.

 

[Nio Love]

About Noland



Name: Noland O'Facey
Race: Ghost - Hungry Ghost
Occupation: Trick-or-Treater
Noland is a ghost on an endless search for companionship AND some way to satiate his phantom hunger. Maybe both at once. This is probably why he can manage neither.

 

[Nio Love]

NEW RULE CONCERNING APPLES!



From now on, you don't have to wait for me to quote you concerning Noland's Apples! Once you have posted, simply make a note at the bottom of your post that you are claiming an apple (you don't have to quote me!) and you may use YOUR post as your claim link! You may claim one apple a day as long as you participate in the game, and you will no longer be quoted unless you win something! ENJOY!

 

[Barefoot Necromancer]

Another booth. This one seemed to be empty, but curiosity overcame Edgar. As he neared the booth, he noticed the speck of color, the bowl of colorful apples. Though not something he'd eat frequently, he didn't mind apples and they were just sitting there. Ignoring the strange mist, the zomboil grabbed an apple and took a bite.

After he took that bite, he found himself overwhelmed by a strange sensation. He shook his head as he heard a single word. Friction. Friction? As Edgar pondered why, he saw the several cards appear before him. Curious. He examined each card carefully, thinking deeply, before settling on one.

Resistance.

As he touched the card, the rest disappeared and he found himself at another booth, not quite sure how or when he got there. Shrugging, the zomboil continued to wander.  

[xdeathxbyxlovex]

Lihua made her way looking at all the booths. Oh I have never been to that one before. It was all in monochrome. The only splash of color that she could seen was a bowl of colorful apples. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting them. There was a strange mist coming from them. She squinted and went closer to them. Maybe it was steam? They are warming the apples? She didn't know nor care she wanted one of those apples.

She could of sworn someone was talking to her. A voice of some sort. All she got was the word Friction. cards suddenly appeared on the table before her with different words on them. She reached out and touched a card.

"Rub"

She looked up from the card to see that she was not in front of the booth no more. "No, the apples."

She tried but couldn't find the booth again.  

[Grumpy Paw]

Danny had wandered into another booth. They seamed un-ending- which was good because he was enjoying the excitement. This one seamed weird though, there wasn't really any game. Just some cards, apples (mmm...tasty apples! nom nom nom) and the word Friction thrust into his mind. That sounded like his Relationship with Sin. The two always seamed to rub off badly on each other.

The cards then disappeared; wait was that supposed to happen? Did he do something wrong? He looked about the booth perplexed. He needed to stop eating free food. This was starting to become a habit these days.  

[Scott Eros Archer]

Diana walked up to the booth and frowned. It was a pretty simple looking booth but still she could not help but be drawn to the lovely apples cutting through the grey of the booth. Sighing she picked one of them up and took a bite, the flavor was nice but she did feel a bit of a tingling feeling and then a word come to mind. FRICTION .. then she swore that she saw three cards in front of her each one with a word that seemed like it pertained to the word in her head. She bit her lip and finally took the card that seemed to fit. "FIRE"She said aloud the word on the card, she knew that scientifically fire was created from atoms rubbing together aka friction so it seemed to fit. But as she thought this and whispered the word the cards disappeared from in front of her and from in her hand and she was staring at the half eaten apple once more. Shaking her head slightly she threw out the apple and walked away.

SN: ScottArcher  

[AyeAvast]

There wasn't much time to dwaddle since the witch had a booth to attend to, but goodness had that little bit of coffee from Gene made her peckish! There were lots of tasty looking snacks to be had in all the booths, but it wouldn't do to just rush out and grab something sweet. Already Belladonna had downed a whole cup of coffee, at any moment she was going to start vibrating where she stood from all the caffeine, so sweets were out of the question. But apples?
Oh, apples were the perfect answer.
Heels clacked against the ground as she approached the booth, but there wasn't anyone running the show. Huh, that was strange.
The vapor around the apples was ignored as the witch snatched one up and nibbled on it happily.

About to turn around and leave the booth, a voice struck up in her mind. Lips pursed as Belladonna turned back around, but no one was there.
Maaaagiiiiiiiic!
Anyways, friction was a pretty weird word. But then cards appeared out of nowhere, not even surprising the witch one bit. (As a reaper with cards weapons, sudden cards were no longer surprising.) Instead she only reached out and touched the one with the word

Jeans

written across its front. They were always such pesky articles of clothing, always chafing one's skin by their constant presence. Bleck!
Half eaten apple still in hand, Belladonna waved at the booth as she sauntered happily off.
"Thank you for the apple!"  

[vampireluvr97]

Alice was just looking at all of the booths when she stumbled upon a booth. It seemed very, oh, what was the word. Oh! Plain! That was what she thought it represented, but still questioned herself if it made sense.

Soon, she noticed the colorful assortment of apples that laid in a tray on the table. They looked rather tasty, yet seemed suspicious. No matter what she thought before, she gave into having an apple. She grabbed the mysterious black apple, and took good bite of it. It was very sweet, yet something strange seemed to have come from it. All of a sudden, a word kept repeating itself through her mind.

Friction.

Out of the blue, there were cards out in front of her, all words that would make sense for the word. She rubbed some of her fingers together, trying to figure out which one would be the best, but then felt the heat coming from her fingers. That's it! she thought as she picked the card that read "Heat".

As soon as she touched the card, the others disappeared, and suddenly couldn't recognize where she was. Wait.... What? But I was.... And now....? she thought as she took another bite of the apple, thinking about she had gotten where she was, but couldn't come up with anything.

Alice Marie Latoure  

[poke mattix]

It was hard not to notice the shiny apple on the otherwise drab looking booth. It was good to see thre was more free food, so the dragon was only to happy to take one. Poke had to stop for a moment though, wondering if this didn't remind her of a very old saying that red apples were poisonous. And It totally looked like a trap...

So she ate the green apple. Because green apples were totally not poisonous, and she was hungry.

As soon as she took a bite, she heard strange voices, eyes narrowing as she tried to make out what it was saying. She could only make out one word. Friction. As soon as she realized this, a number of cards appeared before her. She looked at the cards intriguingly. They all had something to do with the word. One card though sounded like it matched the word more then the others. Slowly, she reached out the card labeled. "Scraping". As soon as she touched it, she found herself in another location, and wondering what the jack just happened. But hey, at least she still had her apple.

(sn: poke mattix)  

[santime]

The next booth the horseman came across was even more weird than the previous one. On the first - and on the second - glance it looked completely forsaken: no visitors, and no owner, and no stuff. Even no minipets inhabited the booth, as if the whole joyful crowd having so much fun around simply couldn't see the booth, or as if it was lost somewhere in another dimensions, - similar to the horsemen lair.

Out of curiosity Eisheth decided to approach the booth: she had nothing to be afraid of, and anyway, she got used to satisfy her interest. The booth was dark, and monochrome, but a single vivid detail was like a drop of blood on a list of paper. A tiny bowl with a pile of apples right in the middle of the counter. The apples were surrounded by a cloud of mist, almost transparent, but other than that looked fresh and delicious. A good rainbow of colours; for a brief moment, Eisheth felt a proper member of Famine clan: it was too hard to resist the temptation of eating one, the apples were too soft, too juicy to ignore. She quickly grabbed one, and bit it: the horsemen didn't have luxurious meals lately, and also being a Famine member Eisheth got used to eat literally anything. The taste was a bit odd: crispy, nutty, and a bit more dry than should be, as if the moisture was artificially removed from the fruit to make it last for longer.

At the very moment the alchemist felt the taste something happened, somebody was talking to her trying to reach her ears with just one single word, a very important word. "Friction". It was a bit similar to how her fragment worked, but the sensation was different: she didn't feel anything, no emotions, just a plain, meaningless word. Friction. By the corner of her eye Eisheth noticed 3 cards popping up right in front of her; each card was carefully named, and 3 words for suggested. Friction... After thinking a bit, the alchemist touched the left card:

SPEED

...and then the darkness came surrounding her, and dragging her out of the booth. The colours died, the sounds were gone, what the Jack and the Queen happened, had somebody hit her from the back, or could the apple be poisoned, yes, it definitely should be poisoned, may be it was the trap, no wonder nobody noticed the booth, yes, that makes sense, it was a trap for horsemen only, hunters, could that be hunters, but oh Queen, how could that happen, - and then she was switched off.

...in a moment Eisheth found herself on another booth, and it took her awhile to figure out, how did she get there, since the last time she remembered she was walking in the opposite direction. Hm... perhaps, she was lost in her thoughts, again.