[PRP] Pie in the Face [Fletch + Mallok]

[tenaciousgadabout]

Every religious gathering needs a baked goods table! Try my experimental recipes!

 

[tenaciousgadabout]

Shouts and whoop whoops came from the crowd in front of the stand. Most were facing away, engaged in their own conversations or listening to a sermon from one of the high as ******** preachers walking about. Elsewhere, trolls of all ages with their face paint smeared layed about in a drug-induced haze, be it the center of the room or right on the stairs. Music played quietly in this room, but it was easy to hear the loud music from the rooms breaking off from the main one. The stand was positioned close to the entryway, and behind it sat a young greenblood with an assortment of pies for sale.
Mallok had been waiting to test out his more experimental cake ideas, and this was the best possible venue. He eyed each of his creations with admiration, hoping beyond hope that all of his hard work would be rewarded with lots of customers. As he saw one approach, he sat up straight and gestured both arms out in a showman-esque fashion. In his cheeriest voice, he gave his pitch.
”Would you care to sample any of the pies? I can promise they’re all home-made, one of a kind creations that’ll take the edge right the ******** off of you!”

TanuKyle

It begins!

 

[T-Kai]

tenaciousgadabout

Fletch wasn’t nervous, that was dumb. Why would you have to be nervous for the most miraculous of meetings, an up and happening fun time for the juggalo brethren? He was just excited, yeah!!! That was why he was so full of beans, full of beans like a ******** can of them. Man, how did one fit so many beans into such a lil metal container, that was another fuggin’ miracle. Food was pretty miraculous in general, all up and aloft giving’ ya the energy to survive and live and thrive. Unless it was gross. Gross food should just up and die out. Talking of food, there was gonna be food at this ******** meeting, and that seemed a sensible place to start explorin’ and meetin his fellow clown-kin.

He’d brought some stuff for it too, because no up and coming juggalo party would be right without the contributions of it’s most excellent attendees for the carnival atmosphere. Fletch mostly caught and ate fish, situated where he was, but he occasionally made trips into the city to get things like faygo and candy - long lasting brands usually, as Fletch had a tendency to store them and then aloft and forget exactly where he’d put ‘em in the monstrosity that was his tower. So he’d ferreted (ottered?) out some unopened packets of candy and some faygo, and stuffed them in a satchel bag, along with a bag of beetles.

The bag of beetles was going to prove to be handy, he thought, as he caught
sight of Mallok’s pie table. ********’ pies were the s**t man. They didn’t store well though, so Fletch had only had them in the city, and those trips were ********’ rare, y’know? And as the other kid brightly welcomed him, Fletch’s nerves began to ease.

“Up and sounds pretty damn like a fine deal to me, brosis! What number of those shiny bugger we call beetles should I be throwing at you for a slice of that fine looking confectionaries?”  

[tenaciousgadabout]

Turning to face the voice he heard the voice aimed at him, Mallo allowed himself the tiniest of squints to catch a glimpse of the small purpleblood before him. The greenblood waved his hands dismissively as he chuckled at the question.
”Oh no, no, I wouldn’t ********’ dream of accepting money in our holy as s**t house of the messiahs!”

He picked up the cake before him and sniffed it dramatically. When push came to shove, the boy was an expert showman. Placing it down in front of the highblooded juggalo he explained,
”Each of these beautiful cakes have some experimental ingredients in them, never before seen in any other dish on the face of Alternia!”

He made another showey gesture, this time only to the most front-facing cakes. Before him lay a triple-decked yellow cake with what appeared to be a syrup-like substance that even the layman could place as being mindhoney. The next, a circular cake with a hole in the middle not all dissimilar to a bunt cake, but with a bubbling, fizzing dip of purple liquid in the middle. The last was a chocolate frosted cake with red seedfruits sliced and placed in some white frosting.

TanuKyle

Pick yer poison pleasure!