=>[NPC-BOOTH] SQUOOB A DOOB!!!!1

[leon_a_darkangel]

Look. A failed attempt at rolling. Amazing.  

[leon_a_darkangel]

Eckios was back to try this place out again...only this time NO powers. He had gotten a serious lecture from Trevel, and it had hit home on a pretty deep level. So tonight, he went for the safer option..and decided to try one of the other silly tasks and activities.

Picking up a rubber chicken, he examined it curiously. Pushing on it...it gave a loud SQUEAK sound. It was more like a dying wheezing noise and made him jump. Laughing at his own self, the boy giggled softly as he took hold of its legs, and gave the stuff nailed the booth a good THWACK. The loud squeal of the rubber chicken sounded off as he swung it, and made contact. Several baps and smacks later, he quickly set the chicken down, bright teal in the face.

Waving to the blueblood he offered her a wide smile before he shyly scampered off.  

[nepsah]

Knetic had been raving about this booth. Mihail wanted to know what the whole thing was about. This was a lesson in accepting that sometimes, there just isn't an answer to be had. A ball of socks had been thrust into his hands by the blueblood and he had absolutely no idea what to do with them. Knetic had said this booth made no sense, but Mihail was fairly accustomed to Knetic saying a lot of things made no sense. He didn't literally think it wouldn't make any sense at all.

Unsure of what to do with it, he just... Patted the ball of socks, then tossed it into the crowd. Maybe it was just a low budget actual ball?

 

[Green Minuet]

"This is it. This is how the world ends."

With his back to the booth, Kursha made a large, sweeping gesture to the garish clutter within, as though to welcome Sarcel to her latest schema of suffering. "Welcome to the front lines, lieutenant, where death takes you by rubber cluckbeast, toaster, or towel, and no troll leaves unscathed.

Selecting a five pronged spatula from the pile of meaningless garbage, he brushed it across the blueblood's face. The blueblood, Sarcel's face.

Melancholies

squoob

 

[Melancholies]

Sarcel wasn't sure what to expect. Honestly, she didn't even want to follow Kursha into god-knew-where, but here they were. The booth was an absolute eyesore and she wondered how she missed it all the times she perused the stalls. Maybe she just hadn't willfully registered it. Who knew.

It was fine (as much as it could be) until Kursha pulled out a five-pronged spatula (what was that even for?) and then started to rub it over Sarcel's face. Her reaction wasn't even conscious, it was just reflex when she reached for the first available thing (also a five-pronged spatula, much to her disdain) and went to smack the greenblood with it.

Unfortunately her grip wasn't firm enough and her swing was too strong, as the combination of the two sent the spatula in her hands right into the crowd. She stared blankly for a second, then grabbed another as if nothing ever happened.

"En garde Vidari." Time to put her fencing lesson with the Queen to the test.

Green Minute

 

[Hivestuck]

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