Before you, you see a booth with a grinning, apparently friendly redblood. The booth itself is plain, save for the bulletin board nearby. There is a bowl of candy, a pile of business cards, and a few strange pictures hung up at the back of the booth.
Welcome to Psykgi's Psychological Help booth, Winter Bloodfest edition.
How to get tickets: Put in a guess as to the inkblot of the day Put in an IC question to be put on (and answered) on The Wall Do both
All participants for that day will be entered into a daily raffle for three tickets. People who put up an opinion about an inkblot AND put in an IC question have two chances to win a ticket, but only one ticket may be won per person per day.
Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 7:54 am
Inkblot Opinion: Every day, Psykgi replaces the inkblot hanging at the back of her booth with a new one, and invites all comers to speculate on what it is. There are no wrong answers – it is literally all in the sightstalks of the beholder and in the mind. For everyone that tries to figure it out, Psykgi is offering hemotyped (or black) prints of the inkblots to anyone who wants one!
Anyone who gives it a try is entered into a raffle for that day's ticket! If they want, they may also have a hemotyped version of the inkblot, too! (please say so in the post!)
Otherwise, the black and white version is free for all!
Does your troll need help figuring out your life? Psykgi offers an anonymous, fun, semiprofessional opinion exercise. There are papers and a sumbission box – put in your question and the next day or so you will get an answer. Psykgi loves this sort of thing, so you are very likely to see your deeply personal question (or trolling question, she loves those too) up on the wall with an answer fairly quickly!
You can also talk to her, too, but she is aware that the booth isn't the most private of places.
Post this form in the thread to ask a 'question'. Hemotype it or not, as you wish!
[quote][align=center][b]I'm here for some advice![/b][/align][color=(optional)] [i]write your stuff here[/i][/color][/quote]
Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 7:56 am
The Wall of Advice
The billboard next to Psy's stall has all the questions shes answered tacked onto it. She'll be keeping it up throughout bloodfest, so you should hope that no one recognizes your handwriting or something smile
The Wall:
My partner called me useless. I think she's an overdramatic jerk but I still need her help. How to reconcile?
I think that depends on why she called you useless! Take a look at what she was expecting from you and figure it out from there. Generally, you're going to have, oh, two options for reconciliation: You can either give her what she was expecting from you before - a little late, but it's a gesture - Or you can do something eminently competent that shes not expecting you to do. Also a gesture. Or, alternatively, you can accept defeat and just apologize to her for whatever you failed to do. An apology is worth a lot.
I can't bring myself to trust anyone, I feel hopeless. What should I do?
It's healthy to be wary, but if you're too wary, it can get lonely. Complete trust is dangerous, but you don't need to trust someone completely to have trust in them. I recommend delegating your trust: trusting specific trolls about specific things that you know they will be reliable with. Try one thing to start, and then you can see if you can trust them for other things... or not. It might help.
What do painting supplies look like?
Well, gosh, I don't know much about painting supplies, but I'm guessing... Brushes? Paint? Water?
How are paintings significant to the theme of this booth?
Well, gosh, theres lots of reasons! When you look at a painting, especially an abstract one, most of what you're seeing is your own thinkpan, interpreting it for you! You can learn a lot about what's going on inside that head of yours from what you see in one of these! Isn't it incredible?
I joined a group but found a lot of animosity towards me and a friend of mine for stupid reasons. How do I get the group to stop being so hard on my friend? Not all of them are bad, just a handful.
Well, gosh. What did you do? Some people get hung up on reasons that seem stupid to us, but they feel are completely valid. You can't show them that the reasons aren't valid, but what you can do is show them that you are more than those reasons. This group of yours sounds pretty stubborn, so you might have to rub your good qualities in their faces a little, but the good news is once they get behind you, they probably aren't going to let you down: that's the double edged sword of stubborness!
What do you do.. When you feel think you need help yet, you refuse to believe that you need it?
If you need help, you need it. If you refuse to believe that you need it, then you're not going to get it unless you have a really, really attuned moirail. There aren't many options at this point: A trained therapist might be able to convince you, or hypnosis, or again a very attuned moirail, but as long as you don't believe you need help, the only person who can help you is yourself. And gosh, how is that working out?
What does it mean when a troll bats her eyes at, giggles a lot with, can't stop looking at, gets coffee with, and runs a booth with one specific troll? Oh and she seems to spend a lot of time outside those activities with them too, if that helps.
Oh gosh! Sounds like textbook flushed flirting to me, but I could be wrong, it could be pale flirting. Either way, this 'specific troll' might have a quadrant on their hands!
Then how am I supposed to help myself if I'm the root of the problem? Hm? Right now I have limited options and therapy is not one of them.
If you are the root of the problem, the problem requires you to fix it. If you don't believe you can fix it, then you will stab yourself in the foot, metaphorically speaking, and it won't get fixed. If you feel you do have options, limited or no, what's keeping you from trying them? Fear? If you think they will help you, then try them.
I fear that I am too clingy to other trolls and am scared it will push them away. How do I balance giving them some privacy when I need constant affection and inclusion to feel happy? It's hard to let go of people I care greatly about!
If you really don't like to be alone, my advice would be to rotate your friends out - give some their space and privacy while you cling to others, and then switch them out. It gives them time to recover, you know?
One of my friends seems to forget things a lot. I'm not sure what to do about it since it's messed up plans before and hurt my feelings that he doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. Do you think I should encourage him to seek medical help? Or is that none of my business?
I think that if it's interfered with you and your friend's friendship, it's totally within your business to suggest that he get help. It would also be within your rights to smack him, but it sounds like you prefer the other option. So go for it! Don't be surprised if he doesn't agree - it happens - but it sounds like professional help may be the way to go here.
Free Swag! In addition to the advice and help, Psykgi also has... FREE CANDY. A huge candy bowl sits on the counter of her booth, inviting all to Have some candy! As much as you want! She refreshes the bowl periodically.
She has: Assorted candies, mainly lollipops and mints (both mint flavored and not) in a wide array of hemospectrum themed colors!
And Candy-horns!
She also has a pile of business cards. They have her name and address on them, promising life advice, mental assistance, and a listening and interested ear for your problems.
Of course, you would not be the first one to pick up a cockroach instead of a business card... Ma'am is everywhere, after all, and many of the roaches that make up the hivemind are about the same size and approximately the same shape as the business card...
And what sort of bloodfest booth would it be without the ubiquitous bobblehead?! A sad one, that is for sure!
Past day's inkblots are also available, in neat little prints. Are they spares? Probably! Feel free to pick one up, and remember, mental wellness waits for nobody!
"Ahh, there we go!" Psykgi said, as she fixed a structural error in the booth's wiring. The lights that decorated her booth - enough to grab attention but not enough to dazzle - flickered to life, startling the cockroaches surrounding her for a brief, scurrying moment. "Well, Ma, lets start this thing!" she said to them, as her lusus regained composure. She sat down and smiled at the crowd, jostling her candy bowl invitingly.
Since Psykgi was so considerated by visiting her booth, then Eridia would do the same. With a regal walk, she went towards the redblood's booth with a smile. "Ooh, is this what you've come up with? So nice really. I love the inkspill over here." The high blood tilted her head in a mocking manner and wondered what it was. "I seeee... Two hands... A cake or perhaps a tart? OH! I see someone holding a mooncake up to the sky!"
Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 8:53 pm
Ignoring the other highblood in the vicinity Azrael greets Psykgi with a casual wave of his hand "Hey psykgi! How's the night so far? Anyone interesting pass by?" The blueblood inquired as he greeted his lowblood friend.
He took a look at the inkblot, "It kind of looks like a really fat troll sitting on a couch with lights flashing behind them," The blueblood tilted his head a bit. "Maybe some kind of addict or someone with money?" The inkblots were amusing needless to say.
Cerpin was not really someone who believed in this stuff. Talking about his problems with a complete stranger and looking at abstract pictures made him uncomfortable, even more so now that he was in disguise. But what the hell, Bloodfest was a time of fun and new things, he'd give it a shot. Maybe the results would surprise him. And if they didn't, he didn't lose anything but time.
"It kinda looks like... a pair of hands, handcuffed." Wow, that was dark. The troll running this probably was gonna think he was a psycho or something. Great start, Cerpin. He coughed and moved towards the wall of advice instead. This might be more his speed. Scribbling out his problem, he stuck it on the wall and hoped for the best.
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I'm here for some advice!
My partner called me useless. I think she's an overdramatic jerk but I still need her help. How to reconcile?
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:03 am
Caiden saw the candy, and there was no helping it. He already had a handful while his globtalker opened. "This candy looks SOO good! Where did you get it huh? I went to a candy shop in Civisect and they had SOO many colors! It was AMAZING! I dident know candy CAME in that many colors! OH whats that thing?! That black thing that looks all cool! Oh im sposed to say what i think it looks like? OMG i know what it looks like! Its a BUTTERFLY! Oh i LOVE butterflies! I mean, ive never seen a real one, i guess they only come out durring the day? Weird right?! Day bugs! But i saw a moth! It was sure pretty, and butterflies are said to be even cooler than moths! So they must be AMAZING! Oh Oh OH!!! Have you seen Autumn?!? Shes like a butterfly BUT SHES A TROLL! ITS SOOOO COOL"
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:49 am
A therapy booth? Hmm...
Dubious of the stand, Tevini circled it a few times while thinking it over. She'd run into some trouble in her personal life that could affect her professional career and she needed to figure out how to resolve it. Problem was, she didn't really have any friends, as pathetic as that sounded. She didn't have anyone who she could ask advice from. But asking for help was scary. Biting her lip, she tried to will up some courage.
She was not Tevini Euruft right now. She was Doradi Xplora, a purpleblood. And purplebloods don't care about what anyone else thinks right? Nevermind that she was here to find out what this redblood thought... ugh.
"It looks like someone screaming." She opened with awkwardly while pointing at the inkblot. Secretly she grabbed one of the anonymous submission forms and filled it out as another troll cut in to talk with Psykgi. Slipping the paper in the submission box, she vowed to return tomorrow and see what this therapist thought.
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I'm here for some advice!
I can't bring myself to trust anyone, I feel hopeless. What should I do?
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 2:10 am
Alifax shamelessly grabbed candy on his way back to his own booth, nodding at the pro - oh, s**t, never mind; he recognized this troll. Which meant she recognized him.
That meant he should probably at least be trying to do the thing...which was identifying a drawing? Or something? Had she drawn it? "It looks familiar," he said cautiously. "Like a forged Troll Jackson Pollock piece. That's been drained of color."
Yes, that seemed accurate. Er, maybe he shouldn't have accused her of crime. Whatever. And...a question? Wow, this artist was more egotistic than Amonee Brycer. Actually, that guy wasn't really egotistic at all, but...okay, this was an art related question.
Quote:
I'm here for some advice!
What do painting supplies look like?
(He'd probably have had a better idea of what was supposed to be happening here if he'd glanced at the booth title, or the business cards, before deciding to take free candy. Frossa was high maintenance, okay?)
Before you, you see a booth with a grinning, apparently friendly redblood. The booth itself is plain, save for the bulletin board nearby. There is a bowl of candy, a pile of business cards, and a few strange pictures hung up at the back of the booth.
Caiden saw the candy, and there was no helping it. He already had a handful while his globtalker opened. 
