Revision as of 04:09, 1 November 2017

Participants

• Arris
• Ciana
• Ebreus
• Escherr
• Phosphorus
• Wurtzite
• Zixis

Date

31/10/2017

Log

Remembering the goblins offer, Zixis turns to the goblin. "Oh, about that payment. How about, instead of more for me, you extend the free deal to any agents you see. Deal?" Shi grabs more popcorn from hir bag, looking over at the games while the goblin considers hir counter offer.

The goblin girl laughs at the Weasel. "Why I am suggesting that you fuck me." In the back of Escherr's mind, there's a band playing a song called "The Drug Shack". It probably sounds familiar to the weasel, having lived long enough to recognize what might now be called pre-apocalyptic classic rock.

The goblin manning the strength thing shrugs as the Medic-Fennec attaches herself to the larger doberman. It isn't any of his business.

Wurtzite nods, "Yeah, I've got to remember the festival. Otherwise, I won't have anything to write about." Shi leads Arris to the bar, where there are a larger number of goblins in a larger variety of costumes.

The neuchacho nods, "That does sound like a fair trade since you saved me a long day of dragging it home" It is fairly sure that all the other agents have forgotten that it exists, so that's not likely to cut into its razor thin profit margin anyway.

By the time Ciana and Ebreus reach the tent, the two goblins are yelling at Phosphorus. They are uncannily unified in that. In fact, they seem to be defending each other, the usefulness of rants in communication, and generally their own hangups. "Our problems are real!" Margaret yells. "Yeah. That." Heinrich slurs loudly at the panda, waving at the other two who are approaching, suddenly happy, but it's not clear if it is because he's dronk, or if he is looking for someone to back Margaret and himself up.

Hearing the goblins yell, it's clear to Ciana that it's not her place to argue. "Um.. Eb? I think I'll go somewhere else.. where there's less arguing. And alcohol. I'll stick near the games and the sex tent, if I'm feeling frisky."

Ebreus smiles as he sees the striker rise in response to Ciana, "So close." he says. When she hugs him he wraps his arms around her and chuckling a bit replies, "Sounds nice.... too bad I don't have any collars on me." He releaces her after a few moments and indicates the exit to the tent with his muzzle and says, "Let's get looking... pretty sure the goblin leaders will want some agents around to help them make up." quietly to her and heads out of the tent and begins a cursory search for Heinrich... having already won the top-tier prize and gotten the perfect t-shirt.

It being a rather dificult feat to loose track of the most important Goblins he finds the tent that houses the psudeo-couple's-therapy session between the leaders of the Fey and Brass Orrey. His eyes go wide at the strange scene and he pauses a moment to take in the oddity of it. He notes Margret and Heinrich ganging up on Phospherous and after a moment can't help but grin. He takes a deep breath and a moment to compose his thoughts.

"What's going on in here?" he asks as he looks to the Goblins and then gives Phospherous a slightly sterner look all the while telepathically saying to the Red Panda, 'Don't fight me. I have a plan.' He nods to Ciana as she excuses herself and then adresses Magret and Heinrich, "My apologies if my associate has caused any further trouble. She's security, I'm the well... I kind of do most of the talking-type stuff when Agents are needed for that." he excuses.

Phosphorus is unsurprised, really. She should've seen this coming, yes, but she just tiredly rubs her forehead in response. "I never said they weren't real... just that both of you aren't solving them. We need to deconstruct these things, yeah? Unspool the ball of complaints into a list you both can properly work with. And can properly solve. Preferably while not hammered." The panda undoes a button on her uniform, tugging a little bound notebook and a small metal pen out of it, setting it down on the table. "I assume you both know how to write, yeah? If you both'll stop... shouting at me, we can make a list for each of you. One person does it on one page, we'll hide the page, and then have the other person write. And please, no more drink until we're done." A slight ping of annoyance tinges Phosphorus' face as Ebreus walks in, but she presses on, anyways. Problem-solving is one of things she's good at, yes.

The weasel could only grin and easily slipped out of that straight jacket like Houdini himeself, or least enough to have things exposed due to the mutation formed the clothing. "Well is a nice little place we can get together" Grinning some as faint memories of old music seemed to set the mood, if not the rythem. Rolling up some and taking more lead looking over everything with a soft sound of what would be a growl. "Slow and deep or hard and rough~" Questioning as lined up and was all ready to negotiate in a far more fun way with the goblin girl before him. Escherr could only keep teasing at the flesh, every sensation amplified due to the drug it seemed. That or was just really riled up for the day with all the festivity and energy in the air. Also contimplating tapping into a few of his own tricks to enhance the momet.

Arris chuckles a little. "You haven't been writing things down? Weeeeell, I suppose it also helps to have a recount of what's happening in your head." After a very brief walk, Arris enters the bar tent and takes a look around for anyone who would look like the chief craftsman or whoever sie should be looking for.

Glad having a job well done, Zixis bows a farewell to the popcorn goblin. Having noticed the commotion with the games, shi decides that's the next stop.

As shi walks over, shi gives the game's area a scan, noting what's available. Strength wasn't hir thing, and shi knew those were usually rigged. Duck shooting could be fun, shi did enjoy shooting. The bobbing for... fish thing seemed... inadvisable. The ring toss looked open, and shi hadn't spotted any other agents in it's area, so perhaps it was unconquered. Striding up to the station, shi called out to the attendant. "Hello there, I was wondering how much it'd be for a toss or two, and maybe a look over of what I could win, if that's okay."

Had there been a goblin in earshot of Ciana, they'd have nodded about the argument, but would have also asked "what sex tent?" Why the hell would there be a sex-tent between a bunch of people cosplaying prudes, and a bunch of women looking for real romance and relationships? Of course, they'd all been drinking for hours, and the ones outside weren't the best and the brightest, but especially they weren't the ones who felt like noticing that was their job.

The two gobs are mollified somewhat with Ebreus' contrition. Heinrich scratches the back of his head, "Actually," he says, as bashfully as a drunk can respond, "I think she might have a point, that Panda."

"But Heinrich, that wasn't what I meant" Margaret says, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "I meant that we weren't able to be intimate with each other, not because of lack of interest, but out of your fear of your newly acquired feminine organs."

"That's what you think?" Heinrich asks, "I just wasn't ready for lesbian goblin sex. And if I recall, neither were you."

Margaret flushes, nearly stammering as her attention turns fully to Heinrich, full of ANGERY.

Phosphorus' request that Heinrich stops drinking is practically unnecessary, but it also goes unheard between the yelling that resumes.

Wurtzite nods, "Yeah, lost my clipboard when I stopped being a nurse. Strangely enough. Nanites are fucking weird" Shi grabs Arris' hand and pulls hir to the bar, "I might not be getting smashed tonight, but let's see what's here."

The bar is well lit, homey, lots of wood and brass, like every other fucking thing here. There's a bartender in a bowler, scrubbing a glass idly as the two groups fail to interact, but succeed at drinking whatever the hell they drink around here, not that there's a visible menu.

The goblin manning the ring-toss booth is surprised that someone bothered. "200 cred for a toss of four rings" He mumbles in that manner of someone who would much rather be drunk right now. He brings four rings up, made of brass, naturally, and waits for the transfer.

Scanning the area for things to do, Ciana eyes the games. "Ring toss? Nah, I'm horrible at frisbee-type crap. Duck shooting? Hmm.. maybe. Already did the strength hammer, but the fish bobbing is.. interesting.. Fuck it." She walks over to the fish bobbing area, waving to the person manning it.

Zixis spends 200 Freecred for RP reasons.

The fur on the back of Ebreus' neck stands on end when Phosphorus decides to not got along with his plan, that'd only happened twice before and /both/ times it's nearly gotten him killed. He takes a breath calming himself down... no way Phos would know how close death comes when his plans are ignored. He looks over the two Goblins now back at eachother with the shouting. "Ahem!" he explaims in an attempt to get the attention of the goblins, "Would you to do one thing for me please? Ask yourselves: Does this shouting acomplish anything?"

Phosphorus doubts they could be heard over the yelling. That being said, she instead calmly takes her notebook back, closes it, and sticks it in her pocket, glancing sideways at Ebreus. "Let them yell. There's only so much you can do, yeah? Right now, it'd probably be best to let them work it out of their system. You can't... well, see, they're intoxicated. Only so much you can reason."

Arris follows after Wurtzite, eyes looking over to the goldfish bobbing stand if for a brief moment before sie dissapears into the tavern. Poor little guys, all... uh, getting grabbed into people's mouth, with all those teeth... Sie manages to shake the thoughts from hir head, leaning in to whisper to Wurtzite. "Hey, you think that goblins are heavyweights? I mean, uh, that's a little racist, but the stereotype exists for a reason."

"Thanks mate, now lets do this!" Zixis declares after paying the fee. With one ring in each hand, Zixis sequentially tosses them toward the colorful pegs.

The first ring goes wide, almost striking the ring toss owner. The second hits a peg, rebounding to the floor. The third fly's and lands perfectly on a center peg. The last slips from hir paw as shi swings, bumps the peg stand, and clatters to the ground.

"Well... bollocks..." Zixis stands, very stiff, frozen in the ring-tossing pose. Righting hirself quickly, shi pleads, "So uh, that sucked. Might I have another go, my good goblin? I can do better, I swear!"

A goblin looks at Ciana vaguely surprised. He didn't expect anyone to do this. He knew it was supposed to be bobbing for apples, the fish being for something else. The goblin was not the one who created the program for the festival. He steps up to the front of the booth, and asks "Hi. Welcome to the goldfish bobbing." he sighs, "Would you like to play? 200 creds. Like every other game here."

Not having actually returned to shouting, the two goblins look at Ebreus, heinrich, having the ability to speak without thinking due to alcohol, responds first, "Okay. So what can we do to about Marge Being a BITCH?"

Taking the Weasel's cock, Marcella guides its strange knobbyness around her oh so skimpy thong and begins to do the natural thing.

Wurtzite shrugs, "Some people, the unlucky ones, take a lot to get drunk." Shi walks up to the bar and starts chatting to the bartender, who seems fairly amiable. Clearly a well chosen representative of the group, "So what do you serve here?"

The goblin bartender goes on for minutes. It's kinda impressive, for a festival.

The goblin manning the booth cringes away from the wide ring, and tries to correct his composure by the time Zixis gets to asking that question, he does not succeed. "U-u-u-u-u-h-h-h. S-s-s-s-s-ure." He picks up the rings and hefts them over to the kittaur.

Zixis spends 200 Freecred for RP reasons.

"Yep. Let's get this started." Ciana pays up, sticking her muzzle in the trough.

Ciana spends 200 Freecred for RP reasons.

Eventually, Ciana takes her muzzle out of the water. She spits out a few fish, grinning afterward. "So, did I win anything?"

pot

Ebreus takes a breath as he looks the two angry goblins over and says, "Well, first of all, both of you, sit down." he commands. He takes a step closer to the two of them and continues, "Then how about we go back a few moments. You were talking about your sexuality. Let's start there, with how you dealt with the changes brought by P-Day."