==> Enter name. [OPEN]

==>
You're not too sure about meeting up with complete strangers you just started talking to over a chat client. Then again, you're always antisocial anyway.
==> Acknowledge presence of Badger Mom.
It's kind of difficult not to do so as she's nudging your arm. She does this a lot. You're still not sure whether or not it's a sign of affection, but considering that she hasn't tried to eat you yet, you usually take it as such.
==> Agree to the meet-up.
You don't really want to, but you have this strange feeling that at least one of them would probably track you down otherwise.

TG: i guess i >ould >ome along
TG: you >now
TG: to a>tually meet you weirdos

==> Remember to take your shovel with you.
Of course. You wouldn't think of going anywhere without it. You need some sort of protection against the more violent ones, wherever they may be out there. Plus, it's good to beat some sense into those who think they can pick on you and get away with it.
..It's not your fault you're short.

==> Go to that meeting spot!

You pack up some food and head off, its not like you lusus wasn't right with you anyway!

==> The perfect opportunity...
To get some new recruits!

RM: -on my way!

righteousMutiny [RM] has ceased responding to memo i >ant believe im doing this.

You grab your darts, saddle up on your custodian and set out! You need to get going early, anyways, as Emu Mom is a bit slow.

==> And off you go..
Bringing your shovel with you, you head out to find the meeting place. You ended up leaving Badger Mom behind.

SS: i'm cxming, txx.
SS: dxn't get txx excited.

-- solarSaint [SS] ceased responding to memo --

==> Bring Firefly-dad?

You probably shouldn't. He has a bad habit of spontaneously combusting when he gets excited. That wouldn't be such a big deal if he didn't get excited so easily.

==> Head out.

You start going towaeds the meeting place, following the map drawn by RM.

==>Acquire mount!

You go into the woods looking for something fast to ride. You come across a wild paw-beast, it springs for you, you let it bite your arm, and you scratch it with your pincer, you mix your blood and its, and its blood was yours, you climb onto the larger bodies back, and you run towards the meeting spot.

==> Be the late arrival.

Late for what? Oh, yeah. Trollian was chiming.

A tall highblooded troll exits the bathroom, because who has time for lowblooded terms like ablution block? Not this troll, as they're already late enough to the party as it is. Who is this troll?

==> Enter name.

PANSY SCALLYWAG.

The troll looks more amused at this name than insulted, but shakes their head. Seriously, what gender is this weirdo? It's so hard to tell.

==> Try again!

TEANNA REFREE.

There you go!

Your name is TEANNA REFREE, and you are a GIRL. People often mistake you for a BOY because of your ANDROGYNOUS appearance and mannerisms, but you don't mind. Gender isn't really IMPORTANT to you. But what is important to you are SPORTS, especially SOCCER. You just LOVE soccer. You would MARRY soccer if you could and marrying was a thing trolls did. You also enjoy other activities such as PRACTICING TAI CHI, which you do daily to curb your inherent highblood MURDEROUS RAGE. You like to think you've got some pretty good SELF-CONTROL on it, but you still don't want to take any chances and tend to avoid any CONFRONTATIONS. Other than that, you're pretty CONFIDENT and COMFORTABLE with yourself. Your trolltag is independentMidfielder and you tend to talk in a very laid back & chill manner. Though you do perk up @ certain topics, like soccer. & YOU CAN'T SEEM TO DECIDE ON WH@ KIND OF CAPITALIZ@ION YOU WANT, SO YOU JUST USE THEM ALL.

Your hive is large and set on a CLIFFSIDE overlooking the OCEAN, and it has a natural BEACH ACCESS ramp for your lusus, SEASLOTH MOM. She's nice and all but she only comes back to your HIVE around DAWN-TO-TWILIGHT. Mostly the sleeping hours when the BLISTERING ALTERNIAN SUN is up. So you have a limited time frame to talk with her, but that's fine. You like the FREEDOM and INDEPENDENCE it grants you.

What will you do?

==> Check Trollian and see what those chimes were about.

Right, that. You wander over to your computer that you're not very experienced in working with, since you prefer being active to spending too much time on it. The only reason you really use it is to find people with similar interests and make friends. And where else would you get soccer poster templates that you can write your own motivational quotes on and print out to put on your wall? No where, that's where.

==> Hey, Trollian?

You tell the voice prompting you to check Trollian to cool its jets, and settle down in your comfortable chair to check. Seems like it was from a memo, and not a private message! You read over the logs, and then respond to it, even though it looks like the most of them either went idle or stopped responding to it. You don't question why you were alerted to messages from a memo full of strangers, since you know very little about computers.

-- independentMidfielder [IM] RIGHT NOW responded to memo i >ant believe im doing this --
IM: oh man, looks like i just missed you guys
IM: If any of you are still around I'd like to ask if anyone can go or if it's warm-blood exclusive
IM: :oP
IM: IT PROBS DOESN'T MEAN MUCH BUT I DON'T BITE, IF ANY OF YOU WOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT A PURPLE BLOOD STRANGER JOINING
IM: it'd be understandable given our reput@ion and i wouldn't hold it against any of you
IM: Dang I'm not doing myself much favors here am I haha

Well, if they say it's fine, then great! If they don't, you can just practice tricks with your soccer ball or try that random encounter option.

arrive ===>
too late you've been there for a wile thanks to your pyknic powers as you wait you bounce a sphere on the ground next to a small tent

==> Answer other troll

Its a good thing you hadn't disconnected like some people.

EF: The more the merrier!

==> Be the highblood troll.

Yeah, okay, sure. You are pleasantly surprised when your message gets a response not too long after you sent it, and it is even in the affirmative, hooray! So you hop out of your chair and scamper around your respiteblock and even once down to your nutrition block, captchaloguing things you think you'll need. Things like a blanket, your only occasionally used deluxe tent kit--as much as you liked to camp, you've only done it a few times because it gets boring on your own--, and a fairly large basin of sopor slime. You're not sure if anyone else brought some, so you got enough to dunk your own head in and to offer some to the others. Though, judging by the colors of their text, none of them will need it as much as you will.

Down in your nutrition block you make a stop by your fridge(hunger trunk, hehe) to grab a case of strawberries and a handful of chocolate bars. Then you scamper back up into your room to captchalogue your pride and joy, your very well worn soccer ball. Who knows, one of them might like to try it with you, as rare as it is to find others willing to do so. You return to your husktop to type a last message before leaving it there and heading out.

IM: SWEET, GRE@, THANKS!
IM: i'll head there lickety split, or as fast as i can with how far away it is haha
IM: See ya

-- independentMidfielder [IM] went idle --

You only pause long enough to scribble a note for your lusus and open the side door for her for when she comes home, and to grab your two-wheeled device specific for handling hard terrain-- or rather, your dirt bike. You hope onto it and head off in the direction the camp site is meant to be. You'll be late there too, but that was because of the distance. At least it was in a reasonable area to get to before the sun came up, and with dark time to spare to talk with the trolls gathered if you press hard enough. Which you do, with ease.[/color]

==>Get to the choppa campsite.

You just love making references, don't you, little voice?

==>Yes.

Whatever, you go with it. You arrive at the campsite and wave at the trolls there already.

notice your not alone ===>

oh look someone is here im anaiko I was on as mm

==> Kaphin, what are you even up to right now?
You ignore the mysterious voice and simply keep digging through the ground. You don't usually go somewhere by walking on the land. You find it much safer to make your own path underneath. You've been occasionally digging up to see where you are and also to get a breath of air. No one ever said breathing down there was easy. You eventually dig up and see some other trolls. You think you just may have finally found those weirdos who you agreed to meet up with.
..You decide to stay in the hole, half hidden from them. You want to make sure none of them are too violent before you get too familiar with them.

==> Oh my god, Emu Mom.

Can she go any slower? You aren't too far from the meeting place, thankfully, but at this rate, the sun will come up before you even get there! You keep moving, anyways, this time hopping off her back and pushing her forwards. Emu Mom lets out a squawk, blinking a few times, though hardly seems to notice you. Is that a troll you see?

==> Keep darts on hand.

You keep a steady pace, a dart in hand in case the meeting goes awry.

==>Get on with it.

You arrive after a while, jumping off of your back, letting yourself out of your control, the beast runs off confused and you walk to the other trolls waving cheerfully, your horrid growth of a tail swishing behind you.

==> Notice that more trolls are coming now.
You're still half hidden, but you manage to see that. Your focus is mostly on the one with the tail, however, as you find such a thing rather strange.
==> And living alone underground with a giant badger isn't strange?
...You really want the weird voice to shut up now.

==> Oh my god a tail.

You try not to stare. Too late. You resist the urge to speak up about it.
"...are you a mutant?"
Too late. Well, hopefully, you didn't offend him. It is pretty cool, at least.

==> Pedal faster!

Nah, you're fine at this steady yet timely pace, don't want to burn yourself up before getting there. Even your stamina has limits, which you mostly haven't had reasons to push before. You figure you're about halfway there now, though, so that's good. Won't be long now!

==>
You finally climb out of the hole you've been in for a while now and walk over to the small group of trolls. Out of caution, and slight mistrust of the others in the group, you pull out your shovel just in case one of them shows even the slightest hint of violent behavior in your general direction.

==> Flirt with everyone.

It's what you do best.

"My, you are all beautiful. And your personalities are just as beautiful."

==> Tell them who you are.

You think it's quite obvious, but you do anyways.

"Pardon me for being quaint," you say, giving them a gentlemanly bow. "My name is Helios, otherwise known as solarSaint."

be social===>
not like you have a choice

like I said befor im aniako but I was on as mangled medic

do a silly dance===>
you cant dance silly or otherwise instead you attempt to be a host

well I got a few tents up and I got some field rations if your hungry

==>
--Open Dialoglog--

EF: Oh no, we are not a mutant, this is our 1usus ha1f.
EF: We are Caprin Co1ony, or exoske1eta1F1eece

==> Kaphin, introduce yourself.
You don't really have a choice, do you?

"im >aphin"
"i was translucentgemstone in the memo"

You refuse to give them your full name, or any other information. You've decided silently that anyone who pushes you too much to simply reveal anything else about you is getting the business end of your shovel right to the face.

=> Be The Sleuth of Problems.

You are a young troll, at the age of 9 Alternian Solar Sweeps. You are a member of the teal-blooded group of trolls that reside on the hemospectrum. You love the idea of being a detective and often use this hobby every chance you get.

=> Name This Young Detective.

Ugly Pri-

The troll merely brushes brush over the half engraved name-pad. He then proceeds to walk over to his recupracoon, dusting off an old name-plate.

=> Read Nameplate.

Nakurd Sturmth.

...What an odd name, but this troll seems to have some form of manners, so you'll 'roll' with it. The troll looks at you, almost with disgust. Perhaps he wants you to roll down a hill with it, maybe into some dangerous, deadly rapids. The troll does not like these modern terms.

Now, young troll; what will you do?

=> Sleuth: Open A Memo, Be The Detective.

-- NubbySleuth [NS] Has Opened The Memo: Any !nterest!ng Sleuth!ng To Do ?_? --



[NS] Hello, my f!ne fellows. ?_?
[NS] Have you got any clues for th!s f!ne sleuth to... Follow. ?_?
[NS] ...!'m !ncred!bly bored. ?_?
[NS] ...Any problems, ! am the detect!ve after all.. ?_?