As you near this booth, your eyes fall upon the two trolls manning the booth-- A mysterious hemoanon with a soft smile, and a spunky greenblood with fluttering eyelashes. Both seem to be chatting amiably as you near the booth, when the hemoanon looks up toward you and gestures you toward the changing room. “This is Borrowed Brush, a booth for those looking for a new look!”
“And we’re just the trolls for the job,” the greenblood chimed in with a wink, holding the changing room curtain open for you. Within is an impossibly crammed rack of different clothes for all styles and occasions. The greenblood seems positively giddy at the your potential for a whole new look.
This booth rolls over at 12:00 am EST.
Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:33 pm
Volunteers are paired up with one of the two illustrious ladies manning the booth in order to give you a whole new look. You are spirited away to the changing room first to pick out a garment that you find appealing. Next you are sat in a chair while the women work their magic, using makeup to create a glamorous new illusion.
In this game you will roll 3d6. For each matching number you will be bumped up a tier for that day. The first raffle ticket will be draw from the pool of any three matching numbers. The second ticket will be raffled out of the pool of two matching numbers. The remaining ticket will be raffled to the group who did not have any matching numbers for the day (hot messes).
Feeling especially done up? Want to strut what you got? Well feel free to walk the runway and show everyone what you’ve got. For this minigame you will roll 1d6 the results of which will determine just how many heads you turn.
Bellen announces, "Category is: Bloodfest extravaganza!" "Good luck, and DON'T mess it up." Serima winks with a cautionary quip.
1. "Shante, you stay! You SLAY." Serima keeps chanting "Shante" while Bellen hollers at you to "Wooork it!" You owned that runway. 2. "Sashay...away." Better luck next time sasquatch. Bellen tries to smile politely, but Serima using her hand to visor her eyes from you gives it away. 3. "You saunter like it's no ones business!" Serima gives you a big thumbs up while Bellen claps eagerly! 4. You do some grand twirls, unfortunately your outfit begins to unravel, sending fabric shrapnel flying. "May I call you Jiggly?" 5. "You are large and in charge! Chunky yet funky, bold and beautiful baby." Show everyone how it's done. It may be unconventional but Serima sure seems to be into your unique flair. 6. "Go back to party city where you belong!" Basic trolls need not apply. Even Bellen can't cover her disappointment at that flop.
Prizes may be redeemed by anyone brave enough to walk the runway. One prize per attempt please.
The Civisect Rehabilitation and Counseling Center Pamplet Bellen is handing these out to whomever will accept one.
Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 11:50 pm
At the end of Bloodfest we will be raffling off two out of character art prizes: one from quite uneventful and one from Unaru. This prize art will be raffled amongst EVERYONE who has participated in the booth over the duration of the event. Each of us will randomly generate a number to determine who wins makeover art of their troll (exact makeover details can be discussed between the winner and artist).
Akkira had been wandering around the booths, sort of tired of just sitting around at hers and Guo was doing whatever the hell with his free time so she decided to wander for a bit. When she heard two familiar voices she was immediately drawn to a particular booth. Vrem and RI together? what did that mean? She could probably pass off knowing Bellen, but would announcing knowing Ri as Rianon be a good Idea? Why were they working together?
Well, Akkira would just let them give her a makeover, even if she couldn't see it, she could still be ridiculous about it later. The next thing she knew she was being whisked away to be all dolled up by Rianon, when she was done she posed and ran a hand through her hair, which was down for this particular evening. "Hey, am I pretty yet?"
5 - sleek 6 - chic 2 - clown facepaint (how did that even happen?)
Tevini was never the type to seek out fashion advice or care about it at all, really, so it was a surprise for the redblood to attend the makeover booth. So why was she? The inventor figured this might be a good opportunity to learn something she could use for disguising herself better. She thought of fashion as almost a costume of sorts, Cerpin liked to wear crazy characters everynight.
"I'll try this, thank you." The girl nodded as she received some items to wear. Heading into the changing area, she pulled a sleek black dress on, letting it drape on her slender figure. It didn't feel very secure, like it could flutter about in the breeze, but it was summer. Tevini supposed that was kind of the point. Sitting down next, she allowed the two booth runners to work their magic on her face. It felt uncomfortable and foreign to her, like they were applying a lot more than she'd expected. Still, Tevini didn't complain or say anything, writing it off as her being inexperienced with how make-up feels. She started feeling extra uneasy when the two trolls started sharing nervous glances with each other. Almost as if trying to communicate about something without actually speaking. Eventually, one reluctantly handed her a mirror. Her hand shook as she lifted it to her face...
"Kyaaaaa! What is WRONG with you?!" The redblood screamed as she was met with the image of her face painted in garish facepaint, like a clown! Was this actually a booth run by juggalos? Or was this some sort of mean prank? Bumpbiscuit pounding, Cerpin's reaction barely registered at first as she stared at her appearance in shock. Dropping the mirror, she ran away crying...
Hope the bit with Rianon and Vremea with the make-up is alright! I figure it was a collaboration somehow derailing rather than on purpose but i can edit it out if you are not comfortable!
quite uneventful
Hope the bit with Rianon and Vremea with the make-up is alright! I figure it was a collaboration somehow derailing rather than on purpose but i can edit it out if you are not comfortable!
Cerpin had come along with Tevini mostly as a joke to pick on her for dressing so shabby all the time. A makeover booth was the perfect way to tease her. The redblood was a lot of fun to poke at, she had such annoyed and embarrassed reactions! Like the furrowed brow and pout face she was so good at making. He waited for his turn at the style station and performed a lazy twirl once his look was complete.
"How about that. I look good in everything!" He laughed, posing in his chic new look that was perfect for strutting around the streets in. There was a striking element of eyeliner on his upper eyelid that elongated the shape of his eyes.
Smirking at the look that Tevini had received, his eyes were glued directly on that fabulous smile painted onto her face. Damn, this s**t was hilarious.
Deimos had wandered into this booth on accident. That's what he would insist upon, anyway. Something about one of the ladies running the booth seemed oddly familiar... No matter, he ended up getting swept away in the makeover process. Deimos did not really care for fashion- that much was apparent in his usual attire of... whatever was closest to him that was comfortable to put on. But, this was supposed to be a different experience, right?
When given the option, he chose something he normally wouldn't wear, a form fitted garment that was surprisingly his size... just how did they do it? The next option he just chose because the colors and pattern were interesting. Clearly this troll was not meant to be placed anywhere near such a selection...
Lastly the makeup. Dei was pretty sure this was the first time in many weeks that he saw his face without sleepy eye bags. How unsettling.
"Bellen!" Gnash recognized the hemoanon adult from the rehab center, and rushed over to the booth excitedly. She didn't know the greenblood, but she looked pretty and if she was Bellen's friend, surely she was nice too. "I wanna be pretty can you do the make ups for me?" she said, tugging on Bellen's hand.
Her look wasn't the best, in the end. Formal, form-fitting clothing and... clown make up? Intimidating!!
Truth be told, Mahmud was more interested in the makeup than anything else. Makeup was always something of curiousity; somehow paint could make a troll look completely different. Could he look different too? Could maybe it help his friends? Like, help with Static's scars, or disguise Poe so people couldn't recognize him? The possibilities were endless! ENDLESS!
The hemoanon troll seemed kind enough. "I'm here to do makeup stuff? Can I try it out?"
Mahmud's results were... interesting. When asked to pick an outfit too, he insisted on staying in his own clothes. Which, given the fact that they were a Hawaiian-inspired shirt, Bermuda Shorts, and Sandals with Socks? Fit the categories of Weird and Casual to a tee anyways. But the makeup... oh gog, was the makeup Striking! So fierce! So stylish! So... so so many words Mahmud didn't even know how to acknowledge!
"Thank you..." Gently he touched his own cheek, eyes still glued to the mirror. For a moment he was silent, and then he looked up to Bellen and blurted out "What else can makeup do?! Can... can it make a troll look completely different?"
Booth Tickets: 1 Art Attack 3/18, 1 Bikini 3/18, 1 Around the World 3/18
Froggy Friend approached the stylish booth, patting his tiny hands on the counter. Looking at all of the dazzling costumes and styles, he was almost overwhelmed. It was all so fun and pretty, and Sonnie loved the idea of crafting a new identity. Shyly, he approached Rianon, and tugged at her hand. He knew dressing up an already-costumed frog might be difficult, but he had hope that she would be understanding and helpful.
He found himself in a fairly weird outfit, which probably couldn't be helped with his already bizarre frog suit. It complimented him, though, and he couldn't have been more excited. The clothes themselves were fairly simple and casual. Comfortable, just the way he liked it.
Makeup got fairly silly. Getting falsies applied to his costume made him giggle, and such striking make-up made him feel super pretty. He thanked the artist with a big hug and a hand shake, then went on his way to enjoy the other booths.
Zeylla was juggling her smoothies, which were starting to get melty, when she noticed a large, familiar hat from behind a booth. She paused, eyes squinting until she realized it was Bellen. She turned on a foot, aiming to make her way over to her friends booth, but was bumped by a troll as she cross the walkpath.
One of the smoothies flew from her over filled arms, and she glared out into the flowing crowd before giving the lost smoothie a fair well glance and continuing over to Bellens(and a greenblood she had never met) booth. "Bellen," Zeylla called out with a nod as she walked up and set down her smoothies.
"Show me what you're doing here," she requested in her usual, right to the meat of it, way. And show her, Bellen did. When she was finished being made over, Zeylla took one glance in the mirror and understood why Bellen looked like she was about to laugh. Honestly, the greenblood behind her looked like she was holding back a laugh as well. She was somewhere between classy and casual as far as style, but her face.
She was a clown, with big red smile(are you getting at something Bellen) and stars around her eyes, the rest of her face a pale white. "Haha, very funny," Zeylla quipped, though there was no true irritation in her voice, as the make up was easy enough to take off. (There was no way she was keeping her face like that).
Once cleaned back up, Zeylla eyed her smoothies and then looked at Bellen and her booth partner, "So, I've got these extra smoothies," she started...
After getting her heart broken by a girl in a lovely dress, Dairah was a bit wary of approaching anyone else who looked fashionable. Moomoo began to nudge her over to to this particular booth with two fashionable ladies, and then she thought that maybe a makeover could make her a little more impressive to trolls that would be a little bit nicer. So she went over to the booth, checked in, and decided that the hemoanon troll seemed to be more her style. Maybe her guidance would give her a good styling...
The end result was glamorous, yet casual and classy. Dairah thought that it looked nice, but she also had a feeling that the more fashion-inclined trolls who knew the technical details would look upon it poorly. Sighing heavily, Dairah changed back into her normal getup.
Though the styling was disappointing, Dairah still wanted to give the runway a try. She sauntered up, sucked in a deep breath, and tried her best to have the bearings of a composed but glamorous runway model.
Unfortunately, when she attempted a runway turn, some hidden beetles flew out of her dress pockets. Not enough to count for judge bribery, but enough to make a mess. Blushing orange, Dairah scuttled away from the runway.
As you near this booth, your eyes fall upon the two trolls manning the booth-- A mysterious hemoanon with a soft smile, and a spunky greenblood with fluttering eyelashes. Both seem to be chatting amiably as you near the booth, when the hemoanon looks up toward you and gestures you toward the changing room. “This is Borrowed Brush, a booth for those looking for a new look!” 
