Goblin Festival Part 2 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
31/10/2017
Log
Noticing her score, Ciana pipes up. "Ooh, so close!" Hearing Ebreus finally notice her costume, Ciana lunges, wrapping her arms around him. "And, if you attach a collar to me.." She tugs on her purple collar. ".. I'll be a pocket medic! I'll tag along the whole way, if it's not too much trouble.
"In a land filled with rutting animals, you're having trouble getting intimate? Try something new, I guess. Get kinky. I'm sure you won't have trouble with that. Go role-swap or whatever. Hell, go gender-swap for a week or two, I dunno. That's an actually valid option now, I suppose." Phosphorus points out, rubbing her forehead in her palm. She's really taking shots in the dark, given that she's not been properly intimate a day in her life. Very much a stabby panda. "The point is, these are not... unresolvable problems. Though you both should try to work on being more concise when talking to each other. Rants are not an... effective form of communication."
Arris nods, glancing back at the tent that had "BAR" written on the sign in front of it. "Perhaps I'll go head down to the bar, then. Maybe I'll pick up a drink or two, while I'm at it. Not too much today, though." Sie strokes hir chin again, before looking to Wurtzite. "I hope you don't plan on getting drunk again?" The gator chuckles to the overdrive fox.
Giving the wheel a once-over, Zixis seems happy with the result, turning to the neuchacho. "Well now, can't have an engineer without their tools. I only meant that I wasn't prepared. Will not happen again." Zixis assures. Following the goblins eye, shi gives hir large body a once-over, coming to the same conclusion. "I DO need to get some clothing, perhaps a saddle with a bunch of pouches. I now see I must always be prepared."
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.
