Luna's booth is less of a booth and more of a large, covered gazebo. Its exterior is rich green, patterned with tiny leaves, silken smooth to the touch, and striped in a few shades of translucent grey.
Luna herself, all two feet of her, is fluttering around outside, humming to the music that's gently playing. It appears to be a very laid back booth, full of calm and love and adoration (and, as Luna tells you, a great deal of repressed kira-kira, for the sake of giving people a little time to ~relax.~)
"~Relax~?"
"Yes!" Luna squeaks, and she wiggles her arms and says that everyone deserves a chance to ~relax.~ The word itself is accompanied by little arm wobblies before the moth ghoul bursts into giggles, quickly and quietly smothered behind tiny hands.
"Are you tired?" she asks, flitting over to you, carding her fingers through your hair (or fur, or gently patting scales, or the bridge of your nose, or--) No matter what you answer, she starts to tug you inside because that is what she does.
"Please! Come in!"
The interior is gently lit by a small army of Bog Sunekosuris, wandering around and cuddling anything in their immediate vicinity, nuzzling everything and everyone within range. There are huge pillows everywhere, in every size, shape, and firmness. Ones made of the softest down of Silverwing Vaisels, or puffed up with the perpetual warmth of foxfire fluff.
Is that ethical?!
Luna nods eagerly. "Of course! The minipets' fur or fluff or feathers are harvested quite safely. They are given great care and adoration before I--" She covers her mouth. Then brightly shines her eyes at you. "Let's not worry about that. There are so many minipets in the world, after all!"
The OoC
There are some prizes for this booth (see second post), but it's primarily a place to ~hang out~ if you so desire! (Listen, certain witchling, you are welcome to come talk to her for however long you want, okay--)
This booth is:
Open to everyone!
Extremely relaxed. This is a good place to AFK, or catch some zzz's, or quietly hang out with people!
Any number of people are welcome, for any amount of time!
PEACEFUL. If you start any altercations, you will trigger Luna's yandere rage. If this occurs, do not engage. I repeat, do not engage.
Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 8:33 pm
Take a Seat!
Luna gestures to the veritable army of pillows she's collected. "I'm verrrrry generous with my prizes, you know! All you have to do is relax."
She pushes you towards a pillow she thinks will fit your fancies, an intense glint in her eyes.
"After you spend a little time here getting in touch with your inner sleepy self, just let me know on your way out and I'll make sure a prize gets to your dorm! Don't ask me how." She smiles brightly.
You ask her anyway.
Something glints in her red eyes. "You don't want to know."
You assure her that you do.
You wake up an hour later and wonder why you're so comfortable-- and then you realise you're drowning in pillows. Seriously. It's a little hard to breathe, and if you don't breathe, the pressure sure is weird on your bones or ethereal self.
Better dig yourself out.
"If you're having any trouble relaxing," Luna points to a bandoleer of vials strapped to her chest, with sand in varying colours. "Let me know, I can help! I got some brand new Sleepytime Dust(TM)! For you, or for anyone else, if you can get them to ask!" Uh, for some reason, you're a little suspicious.
Ask her for some "Sleepytime Dust(TM)" anyway.
Luna solemnly throws sand in your face before flying away, singing to herself.
Sleepytime Dust(TM)
Roll 1d10! All effects last however long you want up to 24 OOC hours. 1-3: Fall asleep immediately, wherever you're standing, disregarding the world. 4-5: Gain kirakira eyes for 2 OOC hours. Not accompanied by any emotions, just...you are awfully sparkly, sir or madam or other. 6-7: You get sleepy, but don't crash immediately. You can't stop yawning. 8-10: You gain a pair of moth antennae that are awfully sensitive to the touch. The powder gently wafting off them might make you sneeze.
The OoC
You must make at least three posts here to claim a Mint Truffle!!
If you decide to take some of her "Sleepytime Dust(TM)" you may claim a Moonflower Floral Scent!
You can only get one of each, but may take some of her "Sleepytime Dust(TM)" once a day, if you so desire. There is no cap to how much time you can hang out here.
HOW TO CLAIM:
[quote="astrabot"][align=center][color=green][b][size=16]I am claiming my prize![/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Mini's SN:[/b] [b]Evidence:[/b] link to 3 posts AMD/OR to the roll 1d10 post![/quote] [b]Prize:[/b] Moonflower Floral Scent and/or Mint Truffle
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 1:24 pm
Pucker Up!
Luna smiles at you, revealing teeny tiny brilliant white teeth. "This pet is special to Luna, so please. Don't touch the Foxsock, sir, madam, it, in-between, or otherwise not specified."
"If you want this one, Luna is afraid you need to get a partner and show Luna how much you love them."
The OoC
This requires a partner! You may ask around for one, but please don't kiss anyone without permission. You'll be evicted from her booth!
The kisses CAN be platonic! On the cheek, hand, wrist, etc. <3
In order to win this pet, you and your partner must both roll 10d20. Compare results. If your results share at least THREE numbers, you get this pet!
[b]Partner:[/b] character AND player name please [b]Attempt:[/b] X of 3
If you win, please post the following form in a post:
HOW TO CLAIM:
[quote="astrabot"][align=center][color=green][b][size=16]I am claiming my prize![/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Mini's SN:[/b] [b]Evidence:[/b] link to the two roll posts with matching numbers![/quote] [b]Prize:[/b] Heart Foxsock
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:27 pm
"OOOORRAAAAAAA!"
Tseng kept blazing on through the festival... until he came to a complete halt at random before one of the booths and took in a few deep breaths. The pink buttwings he now had fluttered quickly for a few moments before settling down. The place he was now before was a large sort of gazebo. And there was music too! It was all rather laid back.
Tilting his head, he looked around curiously, not minding the monkey dog on his back.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:31 pm
It was an experience, running around the booths and feeling the wind while being lazy as all hell. Pretty sweet if you asked Damien, the life of a king or some bigwig figure. he perked his ears up at the sudden stop at the gazebo and its comforting presence, the soft lilting music that caught in his ears, swiveling to meet the sound.
"You want to go grazing Tseng?" he asked, hopping off the boil's back. that was enough riding for now, no need to further mortify the clansman that was kind enough to humor him.
Tseng was rather glad that Damien had hopped off his back here. Though he did give a rather flat stare towards the canine at the mention of grazing.
"Grazing? Hah! As if. I was just intrigued by the set up here! Now... what do we have..?" he asked while nosing in closer to the various pillows. They looked rather soft.
".."
He eyed them. Thinking. Then.. all of the sudden..
"BANZAI!" he shouted while sending himself flying towards the pillows, flopping down towards one. Oh. This place was one for relaxation. Well. After lugging around a hellhound, he supposed he could use a little bit of rest. There was something about sleepytime dust.
Curiosity killed the horse as they say.
"Let me have some!"
After getting hit with it... he suddenly sprouted a pair of mothy antennae. So. He had fluttery pink buttwings and antennae now.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:41 pm
To be honest, Angeline wasn't sure how she'd gotten there in particular. In fact....
she didn't even know where she was. Her only goal had been 'don't run into things'. And now she was being suffocated by pillows she hadn't known were going to be there until she fell into them.
It was ok Tseng, Damien was not going to judge if you wanted a bite of the grass here. He didn't say a peep as the horseboil decided to wander in, well, more like watch in mock horror as he dived into the pile of pillows with reckless abandon. "You are breaking the peace and tranquility in here Tseng." he scolded softly, bopping the boil on the head with one of the long noodle-like objects for resting. o_o;;
But the pillows did indeed look very comfortable, stopping to give into temptation and sitting a bit away from the archer and his sudden sprouting of antennae. It was unexpected, more so than the buttwings he he went to stifle the chuckle that bubbled in his throat. (*・艸・)
The dust looked very skeptical now, but Luna already had a handful ready before he could tell her PLEASE NO!
-POOF- it struck, a cloud of wafting dust and perfume. and so the yawning began. whatever was in that dosage, it worked fast. "So.. you are a minipet now?" he had to ask.
the bubble took care of the rest of the image.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:51 pm
Tseng just sort of pouted when he got bopped onto the head, before he noticed that Demi's bubble was laughing again at him. With a huff, he soon felt a tickle in his nose as some of the dust from his feelers fell. Moments later, he sneezed a little violently.
Frowning, he reached up and gingerly touched one of the feelers to try and get a better look. It was really sensitive! Wow! But aside from that, he was a little disturbed.
"It seems this festival is keen on turning me into a horsefly," he groaned before staring at the new bubble image that was up. The hellhound pretty much mirrored his thoughts.
Once his canine companion was struck with the powder as well, he watched intently to see if he was going to be sprouting any odd appendages.
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Mini's SN: Blade kuroda Evidence: This post, this, and this Prize: Moonflower Floral Scent and Mint Truffle
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:06 pm
Blade Kuroda
it was nice to see that Tseng was on the same wavelength as himself. Must have been from all the rough riding they went through together. "Do those things even work?" the pup asked curiously, he didn't want to go and touch tseng's dangly parts, seemed like something that just shouldn't be done. But the boil did it to himself, without shame.
"But yes, you are going to be a minipet before this is all over, i'm not sure if I should give you a salt lick or a sugar cube." he tried his best to be cheeky, but all the non stop yawning was getting tiresome, making him curl up further in the pillows. "i can't stop yawning, think i might take a little nap here.' he stated, voice thick and drowsy as he curled up tighter around himself and tucked his tail in. "I can catch up to you later if you feel like going, it won't be hard to find you."
glad that he didn't have to rely on feelers to locate the boil buddy.
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Mini's SN: Bloodlust Evidence:post, post and roll and this very same post. Prize: Moonflower Floral Scent and Mint Truffle *greedy*
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:10 pm
"They're.. rather sensitive. How odd."
Still, he wasn't happy about being turned into a horsefly. He was not some minipet! He was a horseman! Of Conquest! It was simply not done! Tseng let out a heavy sigh, before noticing that Damien was looking to get a nap. That bubble of his reflected such as well.
"Very well. I shall see you around then."
Nodding, he pushed himself to his feet, then whisked away dramatically.
Harrison was a girl, again. Or something like it. Whatever she was, she didn't have much in the tits department. The closest he could compare it to was the lady from the Eurythmics.
He was wearing a suit.
The suit didn't say secret agent. It radiated funeral.
He was very tall, and very thin. He had a long, thin tail with a devilish scoop at the end. Two cold, bone-white horns spired from his temple. There was dirt under his fingernails. He was pretty sure there was dirt in his shoes. And his mouth tasted like- you guessed it. He also didn't have actual hair. In its place- thin on his arms and the rest of his body, and cropped into a buzzcut on his head- was moss. He felt like a chia pet. He only wondered briefly what the semi-sweet, pungent odor was. A clump of mushrooms was growing from his lapel. The smell of plants and rot hung off him.
Demon, duh, B0nez supplied.
Figured that out from the tail, smartass.
A dirty demon, too. Eheheh. Probably Earth elemental.
Ye-ah. I feel like Pigpen.
They'd gotten dropped off in the woods. Minipets were an easy way to make quick cash, so when opportunities like the festival came around, Harrison was first on the sign up sheet. He tried to think about what a lady demon who looked like a freshly-buried funeral director would call herself. And something he could remember.
"Lennox," he remembered, still at the treeline. That was her name, "like the singer."
Why B0nez found this so funny, he had no idea.
He took long, uncomfortable strides towards the first group of booths.
The one with the glowy lights looked harmless enough. Pillows were scattered around the ground, and a small green alien-lady was convincing everyone to have a seat. Last time, the place like this had been pretty easy pickings for points, and from her bubbly introduction, seemed like that was still the case.
No problem.
He started to pick up the small pink fox-looking thing, when she swooped in front of him. ...A partner, huh?
Rep had somehow managed to avoid the pitfalls of firstly, being female - which he hadn't been stuck as in a student golem before, and secondly being tiny - which he had, often. He knew the minute he'd woken up from the pod in this new body that it was something vicious. When Tracey had taken stock and informed him it was almost certain he was a dragon, he'd been over the moon.
Undead, that much was obvious, what flesh there was was pulled back taut across jet black bones. When he breathed it was a rasping rattle that was somehow satisfying, the sound of a predator that could wait forever and ever. Spikes and scales bristled across the golem, sharp and potent and the hooked talons on the end of his fingers and toes were positively lethal. Even the spray of horns were like a crown.
He felt great, and it showed in everything about the way he carried himself.
Undeads.> Tracey said with a mental roll of his eyes. He didn't see the appeal, much preferring Harrison's golem to the one Rep had landed himself.
"Lennox." Rep repeated, intentionally hissing the x through razor sharp fangs.
There were pillows all over. He couldn't imagine trying to get comfortable with this many bones, there wasn't much left to cushion. When Harrison asked if he wanted to take on the challenge of showing how much he loved his partner, there was no way he was saying no. He felt good, he felt powerful, he felt Vegas.
The faint green glows in the eye sockets of his golem burned vivid neon as he purred. "Yess" and closed the distance.
Andrew wandered by still feeling really hyper. Everything was just so shiny. And exciting. New people were everywhere and he had a childish urge to play and light everything on fire. There was so much kindling everywhere. Fire would make for the perfect final effect.
No… he couldn’t, he might get in trouble, and then his parents might be called and he didn’t want that. Still, there were pretty things everywhere. He paused looking at a booth with pillows everywhere debating jumping right into them just to see the fluff and feathers fly.
