==> Enter name. [OPEN]

==> Are you there yet?

Nearly, you are three quarters of the way to the camp-site! You are so close you can almost taste the new friends you are going to make. Well, that's an odd way to put it, and you're probably getting ahead of yourself. Only one person said it was cool for you to go, and you're not sure if anyone else noticed that a purple blood asked to go. So.. your presence might be unexpected and unwelcome by most, and you'll have to do your best to be as un-intimidating as possible. Maybe you should slouch to look shorter? But you know how good posture is also nice, so maybe you might seem more civil if you just stay upright.. Dang, you're really thinking into this.

You just decide to go with the flow and let what happens, happen.

=> Be The Bored Detective.

You have been waiting for a while. You are now bored however.


-- NubbySleuth Has Replied To Memo --


[NS] Well, !f you are k!nd enough to send for me, ! shall come.
[NS] Please, reply !f you later come across th!s memo.


=> Detective: Browse For Memos.

You browse for a short while, eventually finding a memo about some trolls; talking about venturing to a location. You find this incredibly interesting. You proceed to strap your portable messaging device upon your wrist so you can keep up with the messages. You use this to send evidence to the boss; which is you, since you are a one-troll detective agency.

=> Detective: Venture Out With Lusus.

You whistle out for your lusus. A white, large, four eyed fox with teeth that are the same shape as his horns then appeared. And so the detective ventured out with his lusus; hoping that many cases would approach him. But suddenly, he remembered something.

=> Young Troll: Subum To The Craving For Orange Creamsicles.

You pack your pockets full with Orange Creamsicles. They're so... Orange and, and... Creamy.

=> Detective: Venture Out, Pretending That You Are Mature.

...And so he left his hive, hoping that these Orange Creamsicles would not melt.

==> Be the orange creamsicle. ..I mean, the orange-blooded troll.
You think you can see someone pedaling towards the group. Just for safety reasons, you hold your shovel out in front of you, just in case they crash into you.

reply to the board guy ===>
mangled medic replied to the memo
mm: as long as your not hostile I don't mind more company there should be a map up higher

"Tarien Norics," you say, nodding, "righteousMutiny is my trolltag." You shuffle in front of your lusus - Emu Mom was embarrassing sometimes, especially when a specially impressive custodian was around. A troll on a bicycle catches your attention, and you tighten your grip on your dart.

=> Return To The Detective.

The Detective had been travelling for a while now, still clutching his orange creamsicles; they were melting now however. Suddenly his lusus bit onto the back of his cloak; and was rushing fast. It seemed as if it was in a hurry. Suddenly it stopped near the gaggle of trolls. Several orange-creamsicles flew in their direction.

"Agh, !d!ot!c lusus!" He yelled.

==> ORANGE CREAMSICLES INCOMI- oh..
You are rather annoyed. Half because the mysterious voice warned you too late, and half because you were now covered in somewhat melted orange creamsicles.

==> Arrival.

Teanna spotted the others a bit sooner than they noticed her, and she definitely didn't miss their caution. So she braked a safe distance from them, hopped off her bike and captchalogued it, and held up her hands peacefully.

"Hey there, it's okay! I'm Tea, I was independentMidfielder in the memo. I'm sure not all of you saw it, but someone said it was cool for me to come here too?"

Her attention was grabbed by the newer troll's flashy entrance, complete with.. orange-creamsicles flying towards the others, and her hands dropped in her surprise.

=> Be the embarrassed detective.


"....Sorry.. ! um..." He stuttered. He was clearly thinking of something to do, he was still in the jaws of his large, fox lusus.

".BLAME THE LUSUS!" He merely yelled. He looked around at the scene he was surveying and how embarrassing his situation was. This was NO situation for a soon-to-be-famous detective to be in!

be surprised===>
with how messed up your past has been it takes a lot to surprised you this is not adequate
well at least things wont be dull
she gets a towel and hands it to the orange blood
so whos still not here

==>
You take the towel and try to wipe off whatever orange creamsicle bits you can. You'll deal with this detective later.
And by deal with, you'll probably just end up yelling at him for a good few minutes.

==> Yum.
You end up with orange creamsicles on you, mostly your face. Worry not; some melted creamsicle landed in your partly-open mouth, and it was great. Your lusus seems to think the same, locking your head in her beak. It isn't very sharp; just very warm, slimy and unpleasant.

=> Be the nervous detective.

"Eeh... !'m sorry, th!s was out of order for my lus!, not usually l!ke h!m at all!" You give an angry glance at your lusus; he will not be in a good situation once you return to your hive office.... You notice that he's still holding you.

=> Attempt to be the lusus once more.

You could not do it, you could not be the lusus.

"Get off of me, w!ll you?!" You yell up to your custodian. You wish you could have gotten a more obedient lusi at times.

=> Detective: Use your 'baton-cane,'

You shakily bring out your baton-cane-stick-thing and begin to hit your lusus with it, hoping it will stay obedient and drop you. Suddenly it becomes rather angry, throwing you into the trees; chasing your falling body.

give a hand to the helpless detective ===>
you sigh as you get up and run after him as you pass his lussus you tap it with you hand your psyoincs numbing it and putting it into a light slumber then you assist the poor troll out of the tree and take him back to the rest of the group

=> Detective: Follow the troll.

You follow this troll, feeling very embarrassed; your custodian seems to be wary of these trolls... Perhaps they are villains.. You do not know.

=> Detective: Thank the troll.

" ...Yeah... ! um, thank you...." You mumbled, feeling quite humbled indeed.

==> Sit there and just judge.
You proceed to do so, and are very confused by the weirdos you managed to stumble upon. Your gaze shifts between the detective and the troll with their head in their own lusus's mouth.

==> OFF.
After some struggling, yelling and kicking, Emu Mom finally lets go, craning her neck to stare at the next troll covered in creamsicle. You begin to politely usher her away through some shoving and cursing, avoid eye contact with everyone.

==> Teanna, break the awkward silence.

Gladly. You plant a wide, toothy smile on your face and stick one hand in one of your jacket pockets while the other waves at the whole group. "So guys, why don't we get to know each other and say what we like to do? And maybe we can like play a game or something? You reach into your captchalogue deck and pull out your soccer ball, and hold it up for everyone to see. "I'll go first: I like to play soccer, even though it's not all that popular since it's not a very bloody or violent sport in general. I also like to play other sports, or mostly any active game really! Who wants to go next?"

Take your turn===>
im anaiko pysrave i kinda just wander and live in the wild and i like studying first aid anf marksmemship not that one leafs to the other
You wonder what the other trolls here are like and if any of them where slaves like you where

==>Look over the group.

This is an interesting group of trolls you found. A quite large group, you might add. And more trolls means more flirting opportunities!

==>Give them your signature flirting smile and introduce yourself again.

You give them "The Smile," which is how you flirt when you can't flirt directly. "My name is Helios Apella, and I like to write poetry. My favorite things to write about are the beautiful trolls that I meet wherever I go." You flip your hair. "That being said, I think I'll write about you all after this is done. Because you all are some of the most captivating trolls I've ever seen."

Nailed it.

==> A group of loons.
How lucky you were. Of course, with three higher blood castes around, you couldn't possibly try to recruit anyone to join the fight against the Condesce.
Or could you?

==> Well, speak up.
"Tarien Norics," you say, eying the highblood, keeping a grip on your dart. "I like throwing darts. And... throwing darts." well, you can't quite spill the beans yet, so that's the best you can do.

"in >ase you didn't >atch my name last time
im >aphin and i guess i >ould say that i li>e to dig"
You guess you like to dig? Of course you like digging. Sunlight and fresh air was overrated anyway.

Do something to break the ice===>
You proceed to make to goals with your energy sheilds ang gesture to the highblood
i gess for something to do we can play socker

You light up like a hive on 12th Perigee's Eve, and let out an enthusiastic, "Whoop whoop!" much like your more religious brethren towards their Messiahs. You practically bound over to Anaiko and pat her on the shoulder, holding back a lot because you know you're a bit over-excited at the prospect and don't want to hurt her.

"That'd be awesome Anaiko, no one's ever actually offered to play it with me before!" You pause, because she was the one who suggested it, and no one else has actually agreed to it yet. You duck your head sheepishly and glance around at the others, still with your head ducked low. It's not a position 'fit' for someone of your cast, to be looking so nervously hopeful towards a bunch of lowbloods, but you can't be damned by that nonsense.

At least, the most of you can't. You ignore the voices telling you otherwise well enough.