Summer Festival

[thalassino]

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We're having a special event this time on the Island. Please come when you have the time.
- Station Master

◣ Summer Fair ◢

If anyone actually wanders up there, they will find the whole village decorated with strings of light, fish shaped lanterns, streamers, and kelp. Just past the North edge of the Village was a fair.


Events


✗Baking Contest on Tuesday
✗Pie eating Contest on Wednesday
✗Three-legged Race on Thursday
✗Karaoke Contest on Thursday
✗Chocobo Race on Friday
✗Host Club Date Auction on Friday
✗Concert by Marceline on Friday
✗Lanterns on Saturday

There was a large stage in the center of the fair, rides, a fortune teller, contests, games, a petting zoo, a fish exhibit, stalls, booths and everything else you can find at a fair.

Comments

[aim_exorable]

Yes, they have also been referred to that. Every troll has their preference for how it's made.

[Darkleer prefers a hunk of metal and robots himself to cuddle on, but to please Disciple, he compromises by layering it with a thick piling of stuffed things too. No one else needs to know this however.]

Moiraillegiance is the diamond and pale quadrant, the red romance which focuses on conciliatory emotions. The stereotypical image of a pair of moirails is one who protects and one who calms, but I've been told it's really more often an equally balanced sort of relationship.

[fundemetal]

[Leo nods as he listens. It makes sense and he's glad that he isn't getting a long lecture on it like his friends had from Karkat. It's much easier for him to get a grip on things when he's not struggling to pay attention to long winded speeches.]

Thanks for explaining that... uh, what's your name? I'm Leo.

[He holds his hand out for a fist bump, hoping that he gets one in return.]

[aim_exorable]

[What's a fist bump? They are a mystery to Darkleer. He stares at it for a second before reaching over to enclose Leo's entire fist in his hand. A shake.]

My name is Darkleer.

[fundemetal]

Darkleer? Do you leer darkly? [So maybe making fun of the dude's name wasn't the best way to start things out, but it was slightly less awkward than teasing him about the fistbump turned handshake.]

[aim_exorable]

[Yeah definitely not impressing him, Leo.]

No. I wear my shades.

[fundemetal]

I can see that. Sorry about that, dude. It's kind of hard to resist a joke that easy.

[aim_exorable]

I don't see the joke.

[fundemetal]

Never mind. It's not funny if I have to explain it.

[aim_exorable]

I see.

[Awkward silence.]

I apologize. I am not very good at well meaning humor.

[fundemetal]

It's fine. I'm glad you don't think I was insulting you. That's not how I roll.

We cool? [He gives a thumbs up, hoping for one in return.

[aim_exorable]

I never stop being cool.

[Seriously, blueblood, unavoidable]

[There's a weird look at the thumbs up, but he tentatively gives one back. Human culture, man.]

[fundemetal]

[Wow, this guy takes things really literally. Leo is amused by this.]

Yeah, I kind of noticed that your hand was a little on the cool side.

[aim_exorable]

It's a part of troll biology. [Shrug.] One end of the hemospectrum is naturally warmer than the other.

[fundemetal]

Hemospectrum? You guys have different colors of blood?

[aim_exorable]

...Yes.

Has no one told you this?

[fundemetal]

[He shakes his head no.] I wouldn't have asked if you didn't bring it up first. I'm all for learning new things but after having an awkward conversation about nooks, I don't want pry.

[aim_exorable]

A shame. Prying is often a good way to learn.

Well, the troll race as a whole has eleven different colors of blood, not counting mutations such as bright red. The color shows in our eyes after a certain point in our adolescence, but until then is a nondescript gray. [Leaning down, Darkleer lowers his glasses over his nose just a bit. He actually has rather nice eyes even with the slight baggage beneath them, yellow surrounding a vivid blue iris. After a second of letting that sink in, he straightens again and readjusts his glasses.] Blue is traditionally considered fairly high on the hemospectrum.

[fundemetal]

It's also a way to annoy people and get them to talk about things they don't want to. [No, this has nothing to do with the fact that he has lots he doesn't want to talk about himself.]

Huh. That's neat. Our eyes aren't like that. I mean, they're genetic, but nothing to do with blood.

[aim_exorable]

I know, I've read about it. We are also based off of bugs, and not mammals like humans are.

[May as well get rid of all the usual strange-to-humans things first.]

[fundemetal]

Based off of bugs? [He thinks about what he knows of bugs.] Does that mean you start our like larvae?

[aim_exorable]

That's correct. The size of our grubs are, I believe, similar in size to human babies. They're all laid by the Mother Grub as eggs, and then they hatch.

[fundemetal]

Huh. So you all have the same parents? [He's not really sure how this works if there's only one Mother Grub.]

[aim_exorable]

There is no such concept as a 'parent' in Alternian culture. [Oh here's the fun part. Yay reproduction talks!] When they are of proper age, a troll is visited by the Imperial Drone. The drone collects the mixed material of that troll and their concupiscent romantic partners. Then that drone brings it to the Mother Grub, who takes it into herself. All of the genetic material of the trolls that are brought to her are mixed inside of herself. Trolls who have the strongest relationships often find their genetics rising to the top.

In this manner, we are all related.

[fundemetal]

[Leo stares in abject horror for a minute before composing himself.]

Um. Okay. You could have said that with less detail. A lot less detail.

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer doesn't even bat an eye- not that it could be seen behind his shades anyway.]

It is a very natural process. I see no reason to be ashamed in talking about it. You should be quite thankful I did not go into detail about the purpose of buckets in the reproductive process.