Only Micillia may post in this thread. This growth will take the form of a solo with the following NPC responses responded to in any order, and in any format. If you'd like to expand on the NPC interactions, feel free to quote Sypon for RP! All responses must be covered to finish the growth Please ping Sypon when you are done!
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Time passes - minutes, then hours. It seems as though without any enticing external rewards, trolls don't quite understand (or care to understand) the concept of your charity. Finally, an older blueblooded teen wanders up to your booth.
"Sooo... Are you like... Selling anything?" She asks, confused. When she receives the explanation, she crosses her arms and hums in thought. "Like, isn't that what Regina is for? She's gonna take care of highbloods, so you don't have to worry, honey. Byeee!" She waves and walks away.
"Sooo... Are you like... Selling anything?" She asks, confused. When she receives the explanation, she crosses her arms and hums in thought. "Like, isn't that what Regina is for? She's gonna take care of highbloods, so you don't have to worry, honey. Byeee!" She waves and walks away.
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A greenblood troll with ample stress-lines etched across their face wanders up to your booth.
"I lost my lusus in the crash, and I didn't get any aid. How can you assure me that this will go to trolls who need it?" Their expression is heartbreaking.
"I lost my lusus in the crash, and I didn't get any aid. How can you assure me that this will go to trolls who need it?" Their expression is heartbreaking.
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A group of rowdy teens points out your booth and starts hanging out nearby. You can hear them laughing and chatting amongst themselves. Finally, one of them swaggers up to the counter. "Heyyy. You collecting handouts for rich kids? What a scam. Some kind of lowblood mutant over here thinking they're somethin'." Their friends shout 'Freak! Freak! Freak! Freak!' Until they get bored and walk away.
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After a while of nothing, a businesstroll in a slick suit walks up and inquires if you're working with an agency, which agency, and lots of other technical jargon you don't understand. They don't seem satisfied with your answers and hustle off when they're done.
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Another long stretch goes by when suddenly a couple of cooing highbloods shuffles up to your booth and immediately take out their purses. "Ooh, those poor dears! Your moirail lost their lusus in the fire, didn't they? I can't imagine a poor little highblood wiggler out there alone!" They start gabbing to each other, high society ladies who stick out for their own. "All people care about these days are the newest weapons and space technology. We should really be strengthening our society with the right kind of trolls!" They agree with each other, chatting on and on, giving a weighty donation, and finally pat you on the head before departing.
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A familiar greenblood with an uneven gait strides by and backs up slightly upon seeing your booth. He eyes you up and down, and closes in. "Hmm. Interesting." He's scanning the booth.
"I'm not buying it tonight, darling, but I'd love to see more presentation from you. You've got wings and style, after all. In this town, it's all about presentation. Doesn't matter what you're selling as long as your customer is buying the experience. Trolls are selfish; you have to make them want it. Best of luck."
"I'm not buying it tonight, darling, but I'd love to see more presentation from you. You've got wings and style, after all. In this town, it's all about presentation. Doesn't matter what you're selling as long as your customer is buying the experience. Trolls are selfish; you have to make them want it. Best of luck."
