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

[ImaginationsParadise]

This whole booth didn't make any sense. Polair was having a hard time processing what this was. The noise wasn't even uncomfortable, it was the nonsense that bothered the blind troll.

With a shaky hand she took an unopened package of dry pasta and warily patted it. Why pasta? Polair took the item an threw in in the crowd as hard as she could,unaware of the distance it traveled.  

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli

You could hear the Squoob booth from across the fairgrounds. It was exciting, spontanious, and just what an orangeblooded juggalo wanted in her life. As soon as she had gotten a free minuites from her own booth, she raced over to this one, ready to squoob all the doobs. She picked up a rubber chicken on instinct, held it over head and shouted as loud as her breath sacks could allow. "SQUOOB A ******** DOOB!!!!"  

[leon_a_darkangel]

welp. i didn't roll. yey.  

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke was on a stroll around the Bloodfest grounds, curious what had been set up and time and effort put into. Despite the cold, he had to admit a few stray booths had caught his eye...he was tempted to partake. Just as he was about ready to head off in another direction, a weird as could be scene caught his eyes. The place literally looked like a dump. His mouth opened and closed, sort of in dismay really.

What in the...WHO NEEDED SO MUCH STUFF?!

The yellowblood's jaw dropped open as he tried to make sense of what in the glub was going on?! His boots crunched fresh snow under them as he moved forward a few steps. A blueblood without warning approached him. Before he could really decide what to make of the other, they tried to hand him a single..shoelace? Confusion showed on Stryke's face. He shook his head and attempted for what he hoped was a pleasant smile.

"..um..No? Thank you..?" He replied with a raised eyebrow as he examined the shoelace..and immediately offered it back out to the other as he looked at them with a wary, albeit confused expression.  

[Melancholies]

Muerte was a pack rat, so it made sense for him to naturally gravitate towards piles of junk. When the blueblood handed him a rubber chicken, he actually felt pretty good about himself. Perhaps the blueblood was a psychic and just knew he had an affinity for birds. Then again, if she did, that would be a bad thing. A very bad thing. What else could she discern? His position in society? His true name? He narrowed his eyes. Suddenly the chicken felt like an omen of despair.

Still didn't mean he was willing to part with it.

"Hmm." He whacked the pile of junk with the chicken, ignoring the squeaky sounds with a straight face, "It seems to be crafted out of a fine quality rubber. Interesting." He could appreciate how durable it was.

 

[Taki-di]

Nictor Sabbat
Doob: A ball of socks
Squoob: Hand it back to the blueblood. [1d20]

Nictor was back at the junk decorated booth again and it almost felt like the amount of stuff had increased. He tried to get by unnoticed but that only worked out for him about half the time. This was the other half of the time, where he tripped on nothing and mentally despaired that he was even trying to keep upright this time.

He still recoiled at the screeching of "SQUOOB A DOOB" in his face and he still didn't know what it meant and this booth caused a special kind of confusion because he got swept into it so easily, taken in by the distractions and losing sight of what he was doing.

Because when he was handed a ball of socks, he really wasn't sure why. Or what he was supposed to do. and the expectant eager gaze from the attendant who was no more forthcoming that before was making him flustered. Again.

"I. I d-don't...wh-" Nictor was beyond baffled. And was also somewhat concerned. Were these clean. were they used. He didn't want to smell them. Or let them close enough for a smell to reach his nose. Would a troll be allowed to hand something like that out at Bloodfest?

He eventually tried to hand the socks back. If he just sets them on the counter and wal- the socks had been placed back in his hands. He made eye contact with the booth owner. Why did it have to be this way.  

[Hobo Pixi]

Eilidh walked up to the strange booth, curious as to what exactly it was supposed to be. Looking to the other trolls who seemed as confused as she was, the teal blood started by selecting one of the items on the table; the newspaper folded into a boat. That one drew her in because it was kind of cute and she liked it. Next, she looked over to the blueblood as she tried to figure out what to do next. Hearing the word, SQUOOB A DOOB!, Eilidh thought that maybe she was supposed to say it too? So she shouted as loud as he tiny voice would allow it, SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB! Her face tinted teal as she realized she was louder than normal. Gently, she set the boat down on the table and quickly made an exit.
 

[Hivestuck]

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[Hivestuck]

SQUOOB A DOOB!

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