Musical Talent Gathering

Tarren: Arrive at musical talent gathering.

You arrive at the musical talent gathering. You found the invitation kind of strange, and you didn't foresee much good coming of it somehow, which usually meant nothing good would come of it. Your intuition was pretty spot on 99% of the time. This time, though, you felt you needed to be here. Like this was important. So you begrudgingly press forward into the field where a few trolls with musical instruments stood. Your face twists into a frown when you notice that you are the only red blood. Generally you try to hang out with just the red bloods so you don't have to think about the fact that there are other blood castes, but you can't bring yourself to withdraw as usual. You cling to your piano and glance over to the lowest blood you can find, who appears to be a green blood.

Tarren: Examine the green blood.

You look the girl up and down and take notice of her strange appearance. She's covered head to toe in sparkles and on her feet are the strangest footwear devices you have ever seen. Why do they have holes in them? This girl is mental.

>Notice that you’re being stared at.
You fail to notice that someone is examining your RATHER WACKY APPEARANCE. You might have had a bit too much SOPOR SLIME PIE before attending this event. It’s hard to focus on anything, really. Your kismesis would probably have plenty to say over the matter. Not that you ACTUALLY CARE.

>Examine your surroundings.
You carefully scan your surroundings. There are so many COLORS AND SHIT that it’s rather surprising that you haven’t attempted to GLITTERFY THAT SHIT just yet. Now that you’re thinking about it, you feel as though you can no longer QUELL THE URGE. Surely, it would spice things up a little and everyone knows that the PARTY DON’T START TILL YOU WALK IN.

>Throw glitter on the nearest stranger.
You ready your trusty VIAL OF GLITTER and toss it over the closest troll in your area, who just so happens to be the RED BLOOD you failed to notice staring at you earlier.

[01:56] -- glitterFreak [GF] began pestering oceanusMasquerade [OM] at 01:56 --
[01:56] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöü lïkë däẗ glïẗẗër? ïẗ m̈äkës ÿöü löök sö m̈ücḧ m̈örë cölörfül
[01:56] OM: ⓞⓗ ⓖⓞⓓ, ⓘⓣ'ⓢ ⓢⓣⓘⓝⓖⓘⓝⓖ ⓜⓨ ⓔⓨⓔⓢ
[01:56] OM: ⓦⓗⓞ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓦⓗⓐⓣ ⓘⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓦⓞⓡⓛⓓ ⓓⓞ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓦⓐⓝⓣ?
[01:56] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ öḧ... düdë... söünds lïkë ÿöü'rë sẗärẗïng ẗö löök sïck änd sëẍÿ fïnë. nöẗ ẗḧäẗ Ï cän äcẗüällÿ ẗëll rïgḧẗ nöẅ.
[01:57] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöü'rë kïndä blürrÿ äẗ ẗḧë m̈öm̈ënẗ ḧëḧë
[01:57] OM: ⓤⓜⓜⓜ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓗⓘⓖⓗ ⓞⓝ ⓢⓞⓟⓔⓡ ⓢⓛⓘⓜⓔ ⓞⓡ ⓢⓞⓜⓔⓣⓗⓘⓝⓖ?
[01:57] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Ï cöüld bë. büẗ ẗḧäẗ's ä sëcrëẗ. sḧöösḧ. dön'ẗ ẗëll änÿönë.
[01:57] OM: ⓐⓛⓡⓘⓖⓗⓣ ⓣⓗⓔⓝ
[01:57] OM: ⓢⓞ ⓦⓗⓨ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓢⓣⓘⓛⓛ ⓣⓐⓛⓚⓘⓝⓖ ⓣⓞ ⓜⓔ?
[01:58] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ cäüsë ẅë nëëd ẗö sp̈ïcë ẗḧïngs üp̈ ä lïẗẗlë
[01:58] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ gëẗ ẗḧïs p̈ärẗÿ sẗärẗëd
[01:58] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ïf ÿöü knöẅ ẅḧäẗ Ï m̈ëän >;D
[01:58] OM: .... ⓦⓗⓐⓣ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓟⓡⓞⓟⓞⓢⓘⓝⓖ?
[01:58] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Ï p̈röp̈ösë ẗḧäẗ ẅë räïsë ẗḧë rööf
[01:58] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ gëẗ öüẗ ẗḧösë rëd sölö cüp̈s
[01:59] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ p̈röcëëd ẗö p̈ärẗÿ
[01:59] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ fïgüräẗïv̈ëlÿ sp̈ëäkïng öf cöürsë
[01:59] OM: ⓣⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓘⓢ ⓝⓞ ⓡⓞⓞⓕ ⓗⓔⓡⓔ, ⓝⓞⓡ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓣⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓒⓤⓟⓢ
[01:59] OM: ⓞⓗ ⓞⓕ ⓒⓞⓤⓡⓢⓔ
[01:59] OM: ⓗⓞⓦ ⓓⓞ ⓦⓔ ⓓⓞ ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓕⓘⓖⓤⓡⓐⓣⓘⓥⓔⓛⓨ??
[02:00] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ düdë, fïrsẗ ẅë göẗẗä söcïälïzë. m̈äÿbë fïgḧẗ ünẗïl ẅë sëë ẗḧë sünlïgḧẗ.
[02:00] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ jüsẗ däncë ä lïẗẗlë
[02:00] OM: ⓞⓗ, ⓘ'ⓜ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓢⓞⓒⓘⓐⓛ
[02:00] OM: ⓝⓞⓡ ⓓⓞ ⓘ ⓓⓐⓝⓒⓔ
[02:01] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ c'm̈ön, ÿöü sëëm̈ lïkë ä nïcë gäl ẗö m̈ë. m̈äÿbë ẅë'll dïscöv̈ër söm̈ëẗḧïng ïnẗërësẗïng.
[02:01] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ sḧïẗ ẅöüld bë äẅësöm̈ë, dön'ẗ ÿöü ẗḧïnk?
[02:01] OM: ... ⓘ ⓖⓤⓔⓢⓢ
[02:02] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẅëll c'm̈ön. lëẗ's ẗäkë ä lööksïë äẗ ẗḧë öẗḧërs ẅḧö ärë süp̈p̈ösëdlÿ äs äẅësöm̈ë äs üs.
[02:02] OM: ⓐⓢ ⓛⓞⓝⓖ ⓐⓢ ⓣⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓝⓞ ⓗⓘⓖⓗ ⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓⓢ ⓘⓝⓥⓞⓛⓥⓔⓓ
[02:02] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Ï'll sëë ẅḧäẗ Ï cän dö >;D
[02:02] -- glitterFreak [GF] ceased pestering oceanusMasquerade [OM] at 02:02 --

>Take the red blood on an “adventure”.
Everything surely is an adventure when you’re THIS HIGH. You link arms with your NEWFOUND BUDDY and drag her along with you as you scout out your next TARGET. It’s kind of hard to distinguish what’s going on at the moment. Everything is just one GIANT COCKTAIL OF COLOR. MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLeS, bRo.

Tarren: Be dragged off against your will.

What other choice do you have? You follow the girl, noticing that any part of you that even lightly brushes her is getting covered in glitter. You sigh and grumble annoyances under your breath.

After a few moments, your curiosity starts to overwhelm your antisocial nature.

Tarren: Begrudgingly communicate with this girl.

You debate over whether not it's a good idea. This girl is obviously not in her right think pan. You decide that you should though, just so she doesn't end up dragging you off somewhere dangerous and to make sure she actually knows where she's going.

-- oceanusMasquerade [OM] began pestering glitterFreak [GF] --
OM: ⓦⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓘⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓦⓞⓡⓛⓓ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓣⓐⓚⓘⓝⓖ ⓜⓔ?
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Ï dünnö! ẗö ẅḧäẗëv̈ër blöb öf cölörs sëëm̈s m̈ösẗ äp̈p̈ëälïng ḧëḧë
OM: ⓘ ⓢⓗⓞⓤⓛⓓ ⓗⓐⓥⓔ ⓖⓤⓔⓢⓢⓔⓓ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓗⓐⓥⓔ ⓝⓞ ⓘⓓⓔⓐ ⓦⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ'ⓡⓔ ⓖⓞⓘⓝⓖ
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẗḧïs ïs äll ä p̈ärẗ öf ẗḧë fün!
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ dön'ẗ bë ä p̈ärẗÿ p̈ööp̈ër
OM: ⓘ'ⓜ ⓐⓛⓦⓐⓨⓢ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓟⓐⓡⓣⓨ ⓟⓞⓞⓟⓔⓡ ⓒⓞⓝⓢⓘⓓⓔⓡⓘⓝⓖ ⓘ ⓝⓔⓥⓔⓡ ⓟⓐⓡⓣⓨ
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẅëll këëp̈ ÿöür p̈ööp̈ ẗö ÿöürsëlf ẗḧïs ẗïm̈ë!
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ jüsẗ sïẗ bäck änd rëläẍ ẅḧïlë Ï ḧändlë ëv̈ërÿẗḧïng
OM: ....
OM: ⓕⓘⓝⓔ
-- oceanusMasquerade [OM] ceased pestering glitterFreak [GF] --

===>

You give up and let the green blood take you on whatever crazy escapades she's drumming up. You're learning it's just easier not to try and fight with her.

Be the paranoid nutcase.

You resent that, but okay.

You name is ASHRAM THELST, and, as the girl pursuing your spades says, the party don't start until you have some sort of convoluted theory about how said party is a ploy of the IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT to somehow inflict harm on the unsuspecting partygoers. Or, put shortly, until you walk in.

Which leads you to question what the hell you were thinking coming here.

You watch the chattering of the attendees in the main room through the narrow frame of you WEBCAM, bestowing your presence on the screen of a strategically placed HUSKTOP. The mere thought of being in a room with all those people makes you feel FAINT, but you just had to come here. What if it's some kind of musical commendation for your TALENTS? What if it's a GOVERNMENT PLOT to wipe out all free-thinking musical artists of note? You have a duty to the followers of your BLOG to make sure you have the most accurate scoop on either events! And if that means locking yourself away in some far flung room of this PARTYHOUSE with your guitar at your side while you MONITOR everything, then so be--

A wild GLITTERSLUT appears!

Oh god, not her.

It appears that your would-be kismesis has been invited to this event as well. What is Alternia coming to when a green-blood's AUTO-TUNED MOANS deserve recognition at a musical event?

THIS MUST BE A CONSPIRACY.

Don't let her SEE YOU

SHIT COVER THAT WEBCAM

SHE CAN'T KNOW YOU'RE HERE

>Wander around.

You have already been doing JUST THAT. Jezus, it's so hard to see when you're SO HIGH OFF YOUR ROCKER. Whilst searching for something interesting, you bump into something. Something... FAMILAR.

>Molest the familiar object.

Due to your LITTLE PROBLEM at the moment, you clumsily smack your hands against what appears to be A WEBCAM. You know just what this means! An unspoken CHALLENGE has presented itself to you. How GLORIOUS.

Pester the fuck out of the owner of the webcam.

You stick your face in the camera so he can be blinded by your GLITTERY MUG while you speak with him.


[04:12] -- glitterFreak [GF] began pestering backmaskedBallads [BB] at 16:12 --
[04:12] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ öḧ ḧäääÿÿÿ. löökïë ẅḧö's ḧërë!
[04:12] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ör ẅḧö's cäm̈ërä ïs ḧërë
[04:13] BB: Oh fuck mɘ wiƚh ɒ ɿɒkɘ.
[04:13] BB: Whɒƚ do you wɒnƚ Kɒl?
[04:13] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẗö äccëp̈ẗ ẗḧïs cḧällëngë!! >;D
[04:13] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöü'rë ḧërë, ẅḧïcḧ m̈ëäns Ï ḧäv̈ë ẗö fïnd ÿöü
[04:14] BB: No.
[04:14] BB: No you know ƚhɒƚ won'ƚ hɒppɘn.
[04:14] BB: Iƚ will nɘvɘɿ hɒppɘn, Kɒl.
[04:14] BB: Thiƨ won'ƚ hɒppɘn.
[04:14] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ öḧ ïẗ's ḧäp̈p̈ënïng
[04:14] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Ï'm̈ m̈äkïng ẗḧïs ḧäp̈p̈ën
[04:15] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẗḧïs ïs gönnä bë sööö füüüün~
[04:15] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöü bësẗ gëẗ rëädÿ för ẗḧïs >:3
[04:16] BB: No, ƚhiƨ iƨ ɒ buƨinɘƨƨ ƚɿip.
[04:16] BB: Nonɘ of youɿ ƨhɘnɒngigɒnƨ.
[04:16] BB: I cɒn'ƚ do ƚhiƨ.
[04:16] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöü knöẅ ẅḧäẗ? ÿöü cöüld üsë söm̈ë glïẗẗër ïn ÿöür lïfë
[04:16] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöür ḧëärẗ ẅïll bëäẗ lïkë än 8 öḧ 8 drüm̈
[04:18] BB: Thɒƚ'ƨ noƚ ɒ ɿɘɒl ƚhing ɒnd you lɘɒvɘ mɘ ɒlonɘ.
[04:18] BB: I knɘw coming hɘɿɘ wɒƨ ɒ ƚɘɿɿibɒd idɘɒ...
[04:18] GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ öḧ ẅḧäẗëv̈ër~ gëẗ ÿöür rëd sölö cüp̈ p̈rëp̈ärëd!! Ï'm̈ cöm̈ïng ÿöür ẅäÿ >
[04:19] -- glitterFreak [GF] ceased pestering backmaskedBallads [BB] at 16:19 --

Seems to you like things are getting PRETTY INTERESTING. You're gonna find that PARANOID FUCKASS even if it's the last thing you do. Sobering up would probably help but that would take FOREVER. Or about ten minutes.

>Commence search!

With your RED BLOODED "FRIEND" by your side, you immediately set out to search the area for ASHRAM. The hive may be large but you can smell his PARANOIA from a mile away.

===>

You're keen perception has caused you to start freaking out. You somehow get the feeling that you don't want to talk to whoever this lunatic was messaging, but that you're going to end up doing so. You sense a blue blood in your near future. Fuck...

Tarren: Try to stop the inevitable.

-- oceanusMasquerade [OM] began pestering glitterFreak [GF] --
OM: ⓤⓗ, ⓨⓞⓤ'ⓡⓔ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓣⓐⓚⓘⓝⓖ ⓜⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓐ ⓑⓛⓤⓔ ⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓ... ⓡⓘⓖⓗⓣ?
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ blüë blööd? Ï dön'ẗ ẗḧïnk ḧë cöünẗs. ḧë's ä p̈äränöïd frëäk!
OM: ⓑⓤⓣ... ⓣⓗⓔⓡⓔ'ⓢ ⓒⓔⓡⓤⓛⓔⓐⓝ ⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓ ⓟⓤⓜⓟⓘⓝⓖ ⓣⓗⓡⓞⓤⓖⓗ ⓗⓘⓢ ⓥⓔⓘⓝⓢ, ⓒⓞⓡⓡⓔⓒⓣ?
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẅḧÿ ẅöüld ẗḧäẗ ëv̈ën m̈äẗẗër?
OM: ⓘ... ⓙⓤⓢⓣ ⓓⓞⓝ'ⓣ ⓛⓘⓚⓔ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓗⓘⓖⓗ ⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓⓢ.
OM: ⓘ'ⓓ ⓟⓡⓔⓕⓔⓡ ⓣⓞ ⓐⓥⓞⓘⓓ ⓒⓞⓝⓣⓐⓒⓣ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓣⓗⓔⓜ ⓘⓕ ⓟⓞⓢⓢⓘⓑⓛⓔ
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ÿöü'rë gönnä äbändön m̈ë ïn m̈ÿ qüësẗ??
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẗḧïs ïs öf grëäẗ ïm̈p̈örẗäncë!
OM: ⓦⓔⓛⓛ... ⓘ ⓜⓔⓐⓝ....
OM: ⓘ ⓖⓤⓔⓢⓢ ⓘ ⓒⓐⓝ ⓖⓞ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓨⓞⓤ... ⓑⓤⓣ ⓓⓞⓝ'ⓣ ⓔⓧⓟⓔⓒⓣ ⓜⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓑⓔ ⓝⓘⓒⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓗⓘⓜ...
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ öḧ fïnë. Ï p̈röbäblÿ ẅäsn'ẗ göïng ẗö bë v̈ërÿ nïcë ẗö ḧïm̈ ëïẗḧër >
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẅḧö's nïcë ẗö ẗḧëïr kïsm̈ësïs??
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ẗḧäẗ ẅöüld m̈äkë ïẗ m̈örë öf ẗḧë rëd p̈ërsüäsïön änd Ï sürëlÿ ẅöüldn'ẗ ẅänẗ ẗḧäẗ D:<
OM: =ⓞ ⓞⓗ ⓘ ⓓⓘⓓⓝ'ⓣ ⓡⓔⓐⓛⓘⓩⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓗⓐⓓ ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓡⓔⓛⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝⓢⓗⓘⓟ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓗⓘⓜ.
OM: ⓦⓔⓛⓛ ⓘ ⓖⓤⓔⓢⓢ ⓘⓣ ⓜⓐⓚⓔⓢ ⓘⓣ ⓔⓐⓢⓘⓔⓡ ⓢⓘⓝⓒⓔ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓦⓞⓝ'ⓣ ⓑⓔ ⓐⓛⓛ ⓜⓤⓢⓗⓨ ⓣⓞⓦⓐⓡⓓⓢ ⓗⓘⓜ
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ëẅẅ! ẅḧäẗ ẗḧë fück? ẗḧäẗ's dïsgüsẗïng
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ nëv̈ër
OM: ⓨⓔⓐⓗ, ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓦⓞⓤⓛⓓ ⓑⓔ ⓖⓡⓞⓢⓢ <.<
OM: ...
OM: ⓐⓝⓨⓦⓐⓨⓢ, ⓙⓤⓢⓣ ⓖⓔⓣ ⓞⓝ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓘⓣ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓣⓗⓘⓢ ⓖⓤⓨ -_-
GF: (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ öf cöürsë~ lëẗ ẗḧë p̈ärẗÿ cöm̈m̈ëncë!! >;3
-- glitterFreak [GF] ceased pestering oceanusMasquerade [OM] --

===>

You have no idea why you tried that. You knew the encounter was inevitable all along. No matter how much you mentally freak out and try to protest this was going to go down. This girl was making this happen.

Ashram: Squawk like a duck and break your guitar.

You don't know what the hell a DUCK is, but you certainly are feeling like FLIPPING OFF THE HANDLE. That girl in the same room as you? And it looked like she had ANOTHER with her, which just makes matters worse. What are you, some sort of spectacle to be gawked at like a creature in a BEAST PENITENTIARY? You flip a table for good measure, letting your own husktop clatter to the floor.

YOU MUST SECURE THE AREA.

Unleash the TRAPS

Years of being a NEUROTIC LONER has bestowed you with the ability to create booby traps ON THE FLY. It's useful in situations like these when bitches want to stick their snouts where they don't belong.

Using a couple SPARE GUITAR STRINGS, you whip up a couple snare traps to plant in the area around the door before BARRICADING yourself in with that table you rageflipped.

Abscond.

You collect your GUITAR and seek refuge in the DARK CORNER to await the inevitable. You'll be damned if you the them GET YOU.

NO ONE WILL EVER GET YOU.

>Kick open doors!

You run down the hall, kicking open RANDOM DOORS along the way. So far you haven't found ANYTHING. This is starting to piss you off but you REFUSE TO GIVE UP.

>Open a door and fall into a trap.

Whilst kicking down doors in your JOURNEY TO FIND ASHRAM, you fall into a carefully placed BOOBY TRAP.

>Be trapped.

Well you're not PERMANENTLY TRAPPED, just for this moment. You are now ensnared in a LARGE NET. At least you now know you've found your target. Surely, he'll BE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT soon. Excellent.

Narrowly avoid being trapped.

You manage to avoid the trap, since you were trailing a little ways behind the girl, figuring it would be bad to follow too closely. Good thing too because being trapped in close confines with this crazy bitch would do little to keep your nerves calmed down. The last thing you need right now is to flip your shit.

Get the green blood out of that net.

You have absolutely no means of doing that. Unless...

Realize you have means of doing that.

You bite on the ropes with your sharp teeth until they give way and snap, freeing the girl.