<strong>The Effigy</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Angela, Scandal</em><br/><br/>A crowd of spectators had already gathered around the cultists and their tentacled idol. The desert heat made the air shimmer and waiver, giving the illusion of swaying and weaving to the inanimate wooden appendages. Black-hooded cultists alternated between kowtowing with their taut swimwear-clad asses pushed up in the air, and lifting cans of Tentacle Grape towards their Lovecraftian lord from down on their knees.<br/><br/>Angela and Scandal were currently drawing no attention to themselves, standing and fitting perfectly among the crowd of spectators while they talked between themselves and planned. The crowd parted as somebody walked through, approaching the effigy - basically a Daenerys Targaryen cosplayer, to describe her simply, except instead of cradling three dragon eggs in her arms, she had three extra-large cans of Tentacle Grape in her clutches.<br/><br/><strong>The Body Artist</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Stryka, Briar Rose</em><br/><br/>The deadlocked artist looked up from her latest creation, the human sculpture body painted gray and standing so still looking like she was really carved out of stone. Coolly dressed in a white sundress dress that contrasted smartly with her bronze skin, she spoke with a Greek accent. "Welcome, friends! Feel free to peruse… Or are you here to volunteer? One hour minimum commitment, and I throw in this nectar of the gods as a small thank you for your time."<br/><br/><strong>The Cart</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Daibuster</em><br/><br/>The cart driver looked at the fistful of glow sticks Nanoko had to offer, and laughed. "Seriously? I have too many of those things myself." He rummaged in his cart and pulled out an extra large value pack of unopened glow sticks. But tell you what, we can make a deal. My pony needs a break soon - if you want to take her place, we can barter for your time."