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

[Hivestuck]

This booth is an absolute mess. It looks like someone with no taste and a devious attitude has gone completely decor-mad, covering it in a pile of completely unrelated garbage. Stuffed animals, string, shoes, pots, everything but the kitchen sink seems to be tied and nailed to it. Two tvs sit on either side on stacks of the same junk, blasting incomprehensible gibberish music and showing surreal, bright, strobing scenes.

You almost don't realize there's a troll manning it, as her outfit is more of the same, and when she stands still she is entirely camouflaged. Still, there is a blueblood, who when you get close enough, hollers at the top of her lungs directly into your face.

SQUOOB A DOOB!

Reaching behind the counter, she thrusts something into your hands. Are you ready to squoob?

Now if only you knew what the heck you were supposed to be doing ...

Select what you have been handed from the following list:

• A rubber chicken
  
• A ball of socks
  
• A five pronged spatula
  
• A single shoelace
  
• A newspaper sheet folded into the shape of a boat
  
• An unopened package of dry pasta

Is that your doob? Who knows. Now, how to ... squoob it?

Select from the following list and roll the corresponding dice:

• Brush it gently across the face of the blueblood. [1d4]
  
• Throw it on the ground and walk away. [1d6]
  
• Give it a unsure pat, then throw it into the crowd. [1d8]
  
• Smack some of the things nailed to the booth with it. [1d10]
  
• Try and break it somehow. [1d12]
  
• Hand it back to the blueblood. [1d20]
  
• Hold it in the air and holler SQUOOB A DOOB! [1d100]

As soon as you finish, the sound from the tvs switch to a shrill alarm bell, and the blueblood screams her catchphrase again, throwing two handfuls of confetti up in the air. It looks like ... you might have ... squoobed?

OOC: Rp your troll squoobing their doob in the roll post - no min wordcount but don't give me three words. Live the experience. It might increase your prize..? You will be quoted at the end of the day with the result of your actions. Good luck squoobers!  

[purplerosesbeauty]

Poeias was honestly a little alarmed by the booth - the bright lights, the piles of insane objects and least of all, the yelling of a catchphrase he didn't understand. Somehow, he ended up standing in front of it trying to figure out how to.... squoob?

Having been handed a spatula, he nervously looked down, and then to the booth. Maybe he needed to... pry some stuff off? He tried to hit some of the objects on the booth with the spatula, watching as the piles tumbled and shook. Was this how he died? Was this squoobing?

 

[Gl!tch~]

Looking at the booth in front of them, Wander felt some major dread. Messy, weird, confusing... She didn't work well with that. The troll running the booth didn't help any either.

"Uh...." A newspaper boat came into her grasp. "U-uh......."

Wander looked over at Poe. Despite his efforts, she wasn't sure if it was doing anything productive. Maybe she was supposed to...play along? With whatever the heck was going on?

She took a glance at Cynril, too, then shrugged. Wander, face already turning orange at the thought of what she was about to do, focused on the blueblood in front of them again.

She lifted up the boat, took a breath, and let out a shaky yell. "S-SQUOOBADOOB!"

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[ImaginationsParadise]

Cynril was attracted by the lights and the stuff offered here. The noise was unbearable but at least Wander and Poe were here doing... Whatever they were supposed to doing.

The incognito mutant rummaged through the objects and selected the best one: a single shoelace. He loved it. This would be treasured forever. He intended to copy Wander, yet ended up screaming, "SQUOOB A DOOB!" As he held the shoelace up in the air. Clearly he was excited to have this marvelous piece in his collection of trash.

Gl!tch~!

Purplerosesbeauty

 

[penemueIntuition]

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Mahmud Seshat

Tickets Earned:

At this point really, all Mahmud was trying to do was peruse the stands and get a good idea of what he wanted to do this Bloodfest. After all... last time he decided to get willy nilly at them, he became both a Bodybuffing champion and apparently a member of the JROTC? Not a good idea.

This particular stand's messiness was enough to make him extremely uncomfortable, and just as he had decided to try elsewhere... the chipper troll
running the booth screamed SOME ungodly thing at him and then just shoved a paper boat into his hand!

"Aah! Uh..."

For a moment, Mahmud only stood there, blinking at her. Then, he gently turned the boat over and examined it. Gosh it was really nice quality... Someone put a lot of love and care into it. Despite having been a little startled before, seeing good construction put a smile on Mahmud's face. He spends some time lost in thought before finally realizing. "Oh! Sorry! Lemme give it back." As much as he'd love this tiny paper boat in his room, really it didn't belong to him

Gingerly, he hands the boat back to the booth's owner, as if it'd shatter if he dropped it.  

[Micillia]

Avvisi Quills

The tealblood had her notebook out and camera around her neck, snooping for stories. She spotted one booth that made her eyebrows rise. Squoob a doob? This review would write itself she thought to herself as she eyed the objects around. Avvisi picked up An unopened package of dry pasta, and looked it over before opening it. She looked at the crowd, a mischievous smile on her face as she held the pasta in one hand and her camera in another. "Smile!" Avvisi shouted she she threw pasta over everyone, and then immediately took a picture of their suprised faces. Good, now a picture to go with her review.  

[Buzzwulf]

Engrav Setlar

Engrav looked uncertainly at the ball of socks he'd just picked up, giving them a gentle pap. He looked back at the strangely massive crowd, each of them chanting SQUOOB A DOOB!, SQUOOB A DOOB!, SQUOOB A DOOB! quietly under their breath. The inventor took a deep breath, then threw the rolled up artificial strutpod skin into the the crowd, which erupted into a cheer. Engrav winced as an alarm went off behind him and there was a blast of colorful confetti.

What in gogs name had he done.  

[Melancholies]

"Masoal." Emi was standing there some ways away from the atrocity before her, "What the ******** do you think's going on over there?"

She went silent again to ponder her own question. There was a small crowd around the booth all chanting SQUOOB A DOOB!, but there was also a small handful of trolls just... sort of experiencing it.

"Oh dude look, there's free food!" She grabbed an unopened package of dry pasta. Doob collected! "You want some?" She handed Masoal a package too. "SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB!" There was an unsightly crunch as she opened the package to cronch on the dry pasta.

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[saedusk]

"It's loud. I don't like it." If Masoal had ears to flatten, they would've been back against his skull like a cat's. Whatever this bullshit was, he hated it, and he hated that Emiola was leading them closer to it. It had gotten harder for him to deny her odd requests and even odder flights of fancy in recent sweeps, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy the weird antics she always managed to drag him into.

Okay, sometimes it actually morphed into some semblance of fun, even for a troll like Masoal, but this time it seemed pretty unlikely.

"Stop shouting!" he yelled in response like it was a contest. Whatever a squoob a doob was, he didn't like how loud it made everything. The unappetizing unopened package of dry pasta Emiola had casually handed him took a quick one way trip directly to the ground. Heck, he even stepped on it for good measure. "I don't like it. I'm leaving."

Masoal stormed away, but stopped before he got too far. As much as he wanted to go, he couldn't just leave Emiola. Stomping back, he grabbed what was left of the pasta in her hand and threw that on the ground too before taking her wrist to pull her away.

Melancholies

 

[Hobo Pixi]

Trevel was a little disgusted by how the booth was decorated... if you could even call it that. It almost looked like where he would think Eyzaak came from, the dump. Trash monger. Shrugging, he decided to try this.. what was it, squoob a doob?... a try. What the hell was he even supposed to do? What kind of booth was this!?

Looking through a few items, the highblood selected the rubber chicken; mostly because he had never seen one in real life before. Smirking, he looked around to see what he was supposed to do with it but got no answer. It didn't look like anyone here even knew what the hell they were doing either and the Blueblood was certainly no help at all.

Finally, he just decided to smack some of the things nailed to the booth with the rubber chicken. Maybe he would get a rise out of the blueblood or someone else... this game was cheap and boring... time to move on.
 

[nepsah]

Admittedly they'd just wanted to see what all the junk was for, not actually do anything, but Apibom found themself thrust into whatever the hell was going on at this particular booth. They looked down at the ball of socks in their hands and made a face. Oh gross. They really hoped these were clean socks...

Deciding that they didn't really want to deal with this, Api pushed the ball of socks back towards the blueblood. "Ah, no thank you, I'm good." Without waiting for a response, they hurriedly shuffled away.........

What a mess.


 

[Taki-di]

Nictor Sabbat
Doob: An unopened package of dry pasta
Squoob: Give it a unsure pat, then throw it into the crowd. [1d8]

Nictor wouldn't be able to tell you how he wound up at...uh. Squoob a doob?? But uh, well, here he was. Holding. A box of dry pasta.

He'd startled and barely restrained himself from swatting at the booth attendant when she'd leapt from the collage of eclectic items to scream in his face for reasons unknown. Nictor had started backpedaling but before he could get out of range, his wrist had been grabbed, causing him to jerk away and eye the crazed troll in concern only to be handed pasta.

A box. Of pasta.

So far, looking between the pasta and the blueblood offered no answers. The booth attendant also didn't seem interested in being forthcoming as to the purpose of the pasta, seeming already expecting Nictor to know. which he did not. But the attentive gaze boring into his own was leaving him more than a little confused.

Did. Was Bloodfest always like this? He didn't think he remembered being this blindsided all the time.

As Nictor tried to question the booth owner, he grew increasingly flustered by the lack of real response. Just more staring. The more he tried to talk, the worse he stuttered, the more he tried to gesticulate, the more the noise began pressing in his ears and he was getting worked up over a box of pasta-

Something brushed his shoulder and Nictor yelped, twisting around to face whatever it had been and his hand swung wide.

He no longer held a pasta box. A ways away an exclamation of baffled frustration was swallowed by the roar of the crowd.

Nictor nearly leapt out of his skin when behind him, a siren blare went off and his body went rigid, whipping his head around, chest tightening-

And got a face full of confetti.

What was this place. Why was he here.  

[zeflamigo]

Mimimi had no idea what was going on at this booth, but she was determined to parrot the crowd of strangers in front of it. She held out her grabby hands for the booth owner to bestow a gift, and when it was in her grasp she gasped with delight. A rubber chicken. What a lovely item. Mimimi stroked its cheek like a mother lusus tucking a child into its recuperacoon.

Then she very suddenly held it aloft, squeaking it wildly. "SCOOBY DOO!! SCOOBY DOO!" She yelled at her lusus. He was not amused, particularly with the flames of her screams singing his coat. Still, he didn't care enough to move.  

[leon_a_darkangel]

Eckios peered around shyly at the silly booth. It...certainly was charming? Okay, who was he kidding? It was weird! Why was there so much stuff all over the place?! Did one troll really need this much stuff? As he got closer..the shouting the other did have the little troll looking up at the blueblood with a wide-eyed uncertain look. "U..uhm..hi?" He replied shyly.

Being given an object at random..he stared at the weird multipronged spatula. And what exactly was he supposed to do now? He kept seeing people shove random things up into the air and screaming...Nervously he shot his hand up, and forgetting himself he let out a booming "SQUOOB A DOOB!" The resulting sound sent a blast of sound waves to erupt from his mouth. The force made some of the clutter clack about and rustle from the sudden force. Eckios quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, the child's mismatched eyes wide with surpised. His face instantly flushed teal as he lowered his hand. "Oopse...sorry.." He apologized to those around him before he bolted from the area.  

[Hivestuck]

SQUOOB A DOOB!