=>[BOOTH] The Whole Hog

[Hobo Pixi]

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Plate Number: Number you generated

Trevel was hungry after walking around to other booths and damn did BBQ sound delicious! As he walked up to the line, he noticed that they were giving prizes. Looking more into it, he smirked. Okay so he just had to see what the ticket said under his plate? Perfect and easy, unlike the last booth he had done which had made absolutely no sense at all!

Paying for his food after going down the line to get what he wanted, he moved to sit down and eat his food. DAMN it was delicious! He almost forgot his manners and scarfed it down, however, he kept his composure and enjoyed his food. Once done, he looked under his plate to see if he won anything.

Looking closely, there was nothing there! Lame! He'd have to come back tomorrow for delicious food and hopefully win a prize then!  

[nepsah]

It's Time to Chow Down!
Ribs Eaten: 19



Oh, what a great smelling booth! Apibom was feeling pretty hungry - not like, totally starving, but they could definitely eat. They'd never done an eating contest before - they knew they should probably wait until they were more hungry, but there was space available! Why not just try it out?

They settled in and started to work on their plate, but found after a few ribs that they were already started to feel full. Oh boy... Meanwhile everyone else seemed to be going to chow town. In the end they only managed to eat 19 ribs, but they still thought it was a pretty good feat considering they'd never eaten that many before.


 

[nepsah]

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Plate Number: 25



Finally- something warm. Deimos wandered closer to the booth, squinting at the troll running it. He seemed to be pretty busy, but not too busy to point out the menus. Dei picked one up and browsed the selection. Hmm... BBQ had never really been his favorite, but he was a bit too cold to be picky. He placed an order, then waited 'til his food was ready.

The plate number he got wasn't special, but that was just a bonus. The real goal here was warmth.


 

[saedusk]

The only thing that made sense after watching Emiola eat uncooked pasta was for Masoal to follow his nose to a booth that smelled like something actually edible instead. Bloodfest wasn't his scene, but that didn't mean he'd let her be the one to pick all their stops. Food was something he could get behind, especially if it was meat.

"Sit," he told Emiola, but despite how wound up he'd been earlier, it wasn't necessarily a demand. His voice was actually soft and he pulled out a chair for her. Sometimes Masoal could be kind. "I got menus."

He'd picked them up from a stack near the grills as they'd walked by. Sitting next to Emi, he took a moment to check one. "I guess you're supposed to look at the bottom of the plate when you get it..." he muttered, but honestly he didn't care about that. All he cared about was the food. Ribs sounded good...

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Plate Number: 9

Melancholies

 

[Melancholies]

Emi was still dusting the pasta-bit-crumbs off of her shirt when she caught wiff of the Whole Hog booth. Masoal told her to sit. She did so.

"Mhm." She kicked her feet a little as Masoal spoke. It was important to listen, because Masoal seldom said anything at all, so she was attentive (for once). She perused the menus thoughtfully. "I'll just have whatever you're having." She kicked him gently under the table before laughing.

Even though she wanted to dig into the ribs right then and there, she couldn't help but peek under the plate first. "Oh!" She showed it to Masoal, ignorant to the sauce threatening to spill over the side of the plate, "Look! Did I win?"

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Plate Number: 40 WOOOOO

saedusk

 

[Hobo Pixi]

Quiet Nights n' Quiet Stars...
Cooked: The ultimate marshmallow dessert

Trevel dumped his plate in the garbage (where it belonged with the other losers!) and noticed the fire pit. Marshmallows where his weakness. The purpleblood licked his lips as he walked over and picked up a stick. He took a moment to look through the odds and ends they had out before sticking a couple marshmallows onto his stick. He then sat by the fire with his marshmallows roasting carefully.

Patiently, Trevel waited. He looked up to see his lusus fluttering around, singing again. Pulling the marshmallows out of the heat, he got up and constructed his master piece. He added chocolate, sprinkles, caramel and basically anything else that they had that was sweet.

Smirking, he ate the dessert like some sort of savage. He ignored the chirps of his lusus as he wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Come on, did you really think I would give my precious mother bird one?" He smirked, tossing up a roasted marshmallow and watching her swoop in and eat it. Alright time for the next booth.  

[saedusk]

The busted bell anklet Masoal wore jangled dully as their feet bomped under the table. He'd gone along with her game without even thinking all that much about it.

"What's the number?" he asked, "Let me see." It was with a rib already hanging out of his mouth that he checked and made a small, affirmative sound. "Oh, yeah, I think so." They could check what she'd won later, though. For now he had another idea. It was another thing he'd noticed as they made their way to the table earlier, something he thought she might like even more than dinner.

"Want dessert?" he asked, getting up to lead her over to the nearby fire pit once they were done with their meal. Despite the myriad of options that had been set out, Masoal only shortly roasted the the almost totally picked clean rib bone he'd brought with them from the table. While he waited for Emiola to have her fun, he chewed idly on the extra smokey bone. Wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. Tasted pretty good to him.

Quiet Nights n' Quiet Stars...
Cooked: Rib Bone

Melancholiesss

 

[Melancholies]

Emi looked like she was about to scream. She did it! Which was to say she did nothing. But she won! She was a winner. "Ohmygosh does it say what I won? That's so hella! I'll share it with you!"

She was grinning from ear to ear as they finished their lunch. At least, until they made their way to the fire pit to make s'mores and Masoal instead roasted the ribe bone he'd been gnawing on. Well, she was still smiling, but in that completely confused and irrational way.

"Bro. Can I see that?" She waited until it was out of the way of the flames to knock it on the ground. "Anyway, here." Emi went and gathered up some marshmallows for compensation. "Try this instead! Just don't let it get too burnt, 'kay dude?."

She was fully anticipating his to get too burnt.

Quiet Nights n' Quiet Stars...
Cooked: marshmallows!

saedusk

 

[saedusk]

Paybacks really were a b***h. Masoal looked offended as Emi slapped the bone right out of his hand, but he'd done almost the exact same thing to her with the dry pasta at the last booth, so he kinda deserved it. If she'd waited a moment longer to placate him with marshmallows, though, there might've been a problem.

"Fine," he huffed, taking the marshmallows and a stick to roast them. He did so with purpose, as if trying to make it seem like this had been his idea all along. It wasn't just because she'd dissed his perfectly good chewing bone. What a waste that was, honestly, but he wouldn't complain.

And hey, he even managed to keep the marshmallows from getting too burnt. A couple of them, at least, when he bothered to pay attention long enough. He might not admit it out loud, but he was having a decent time now that they'd found a booth without all the noise.

Melancholiessss

 

[DraconicFeline]

Keionx Rutace
There was a meat stand.

There was a meat stand.

Keionx was a milk-fed troll, but meat was an important part of building muscle and it was so delicious. So delicious.

Approaching was inevitable, and she struggled to figure out how her Rutaca persona was supposed to react to a rib fest, given the lusus in her backstory and all that.

Eventually, Keionx decided that Rutaca would definitely eat the ribs, because she refused to pass this by.

It's Time to Chow Down!
Ribs Eaten: 16  

[DraconicFeline]

Keionx Rutace

And there was even more meat to be had -- oh Keionx could only feast, both eyes and stomach, upon the sight. "Ordereth me a whole bird, full cooked and full spiced on thy grill, and I shall playeth thine game and praise thy skills to the heavens!" she cheered, far too enthusiastic.

Or just enthusiastic enough -- it was meat, after all. Lose or win this game, she still won.

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Plate Number: 13  

[DraconicFeline]

Quiet Nights n' Quiet Stars...
Cooked: about five marshmallows

Psykgi was busy as heck, but a quiet corner had caught her eye -- one ridged by a fire and by some good fixins.

Or they would be, if Psykgi knew how to manage meat. The diet that her lusus had fed her early on had been mostly vegetarian with some uyou-don't-want-to-know-tarian in there, too. Slightly fermented fruits and vegetables were a staple, though eggs were, too. Psy had had meat and fish before, but very infrequently.

But oh, it smelled so appetizing... yet intimidating. Besides, she needed something sweet to get her through the night.

There were a lot of weighty questions being asked at her booth, after all. She needed peace, quiet, and sugar to contemplate them -- especially the long letter that had been slipped in. She'd seen it when she checked her box, not entirely sure when it had gotten in there but knowing that it would require all of her attention even before she'd read it's cryptic, typewritten message.

She set her marshmallows ablaze and, letting them crisp on the outside, allowed the fire to draw her gaze inwards. Of course, she was not uncertain -- she could do this. She knew she could. And she could do it right, too. So why did she feel uneasy, if she was so confident?

She blew out her marshmallows and ate one, finding it far too hot, but not terrible. She let them cool before offering one to her lusus and eating the rest as she watched the young redblood cook his meat.

Tomorrow night, she'd give that a try. Tonight... she'd let herself settle down before she returned to her booth. That was, after all, what breaks were for.  

[screamingshark]

It's Time to Chow Down!
Ribs Eaten: 59

All you know is that you are famished. Running a booth and socializing with friends and strange trolls alike is hard and hungry-ing work! So Knetic finds himself sitting face to face with a mountain of ribs and he's salivating just thinking about shoving them all in his face.

The timer set, he dives in. Rib after rib a small victory in bitter barbecue carnage and boy ******** howdy is it delicious. A sharp gurgle in his stomach not enough to cue him in to the ever inevitable race to fullness but it's fast approaching.

He;s slowing down and here comes the sweat but they just taste so good!? He never wants to stop but one stiff push against the belt-line and he's down. Fifty-nine ribs and he's almost proud that he made it that far.  

[zeflamigo]

Quiet Nights n' Quiet Stars...
Cooked: Marshmallows!

Mimimi was enticed by the other food booth, but she seemed to have lost most of her appetite with her perceived loss at Worst Cooks. But a simple snack of burnt marshmallows was always welcome, even when she was feeling low.

She approached an older lowblood, stealing a handful of fluffy sugar pillows. With her other hand, she snapped one of the longer sticks in half, making it a more manageable length for her to cook herself. Spearing the marshmallows on her stick, she took a deep breath and blew flames, cooking them close to her face.

Watching them burn and shrivel was lovely. So strange how they crunched up like that, Mimimi loved the blending of textures. She ate all of them at once, scrunching up her mouth in an attempt to swallow the sticky, burnt mess.

Still cheerful, she looked up at Psykgi and gave a marshmallow-coated smile.

DraconicFeline