Every villain needs a hero. Every fool's court needs--well, foolishness.
Jester, somewhat self-appointed queen of the fools, looks very queenly, even with a toilet seat around her neck. It has been very beautifully decorated, painted a pale pink and festooned with chains of flowers and ribbons and all sorts of decorations.
Her court is dedicated to the hilarious. Courtiers are given their own toilet seat to wear around their necks, similarly decorated. And woe betide he who refuses to put one on! As well as the seat, good guy cortiers get flower chains to wear around their necks--and bladders that, when placed on a seat, produce a hilarious farting sound--and sticks of candy that make your tongue and your mouth change colors--and rats made of gummy candy--and fake vomit--and small firecrackers, some that you can light and run away from, some of the little beads that you can throw at the ground to make sparks.
All the Good are dressed in bright colors, a veritable rainbow riot, satin and silk and dyed cotton. And masks. Flashy, beautiful masks, handmade by the queen herself--though there is a station where you can make your own, if you want to try your hand at some crafts.
If you wander too close to The Light But Very Silly Court, you may be dragged into Jester's brand of absurdity.
There's a dunk tank--a big vat of water with a seat suspended over it. Anyone who looks like they are not having a good fun time might be pulled over to it and forced inside, and then passers-by can lob rubber balls at a target. Hit the target dead center, and the honored victim will be dunked right in that water.
You might end up getting hit with a perfume bomb: a concentrated bomb of perfume that, if you're not wary and watchful, might catch you right in the chest and explode across your front. What's the smell? Anything from fresh-baked cake to mowed grass to poop.
If you're not watching your ass, someone could pin a tail on you. Any variety of animal, from the mammalian to the reptilian to the avian. Trailing feathers, a long sweeping cow tail, a beautiful tiger's tail--and try as you might, this thing is stuck on tight. And while you're trying to get that off of your ass--oh no! Someone just added another flower garland to your neck!
You may end up being the Blesser: a holy elected official who wears a big crown of trailing ribbons and carries a giant shepherd's crook festooned with more ribbons. The Blesser is bestowed the chance to judge the court, in Jester's name. And anyone judged in need of a blessing will be grabbed by the hook-end of the crook, dragged before Queen Jester, and hit with the Wand of Smiles, to brighten up their day.
There's a pie-eating contest, of course: a long table with a multi-colored tablecloth, and dozens and dozens of pies standing by that you can stuff your face with. Of course, times are hard and war is on the horizon, so the pies are actually very very small, but that just means there's more to eat!
There's a milk-drinking contest. Which is more of a challenge, than a contest, really, and maybe sounds lame, except the actual challenge is to drink a glass of milk as quickly as possible, and as soon as everyone around you notices you're drinking milk, they have to tell you as many jokes as they can think of, and you have to avoid leaking milk from your nose. Pretty good, right?
There's the chance to graffiti a wall of the Gallows--an actual wall of the Gallows! And there's paint provided and everything, in brilliant colors. Write whatever you want. Queen Jester, to set the tone, has already drawn a giant pink dick with a smiley face, and a speech bubble that says HAPPY HAPPY!
You might also end up in the contest of good guy champions. This is a sparring ground, and all weapons are actually sticks wrapped in flowers and ribbons and little jingly bells. The twist is that points are not just given for martial skill: they're also given for playacting as a character. The more over-the-top your good guy performance, the better--and bonus points for issuing the most cutting over-the-top insults.
You can attend the Best Feast, which is a seemingly endless selection of cakes, and pastries, and cookies, and fudges, and petit-fours, and cream puffs, and strudels, and pies, and doughnuts, and bear claws, and cinnamon rolls, and puddings, and sweets, and cobblers, and chocolate croissants, and even some sweet dessert wine, as well as iced milks and creams and a milkshake-like concoction.
Finally, you may also be drafted into the war upon the Dark Court. This will, again, consist of as much over-the-top good guy acting as humanly (or tieflingly, qunarily, elfily, dwarfily) possible.
the Light But Very Silly Court
Jester, somewhat self-appointed queen of the fools, looks very queenly, even with a toilet seat around her neck. It has been very beautifully decorated, painted a pale pink and festooned with chains of flowers and ribbons and all sorts of decorations.
Her court is dedicated to the hilarious. Courtiers are given their own toilet seat to wear around their necks, similarly decorated. And woe betide he who refuses to put one on! As well as the seat, good guy cortiers get flower chains to wear around their necks--and bladders that, when placed on a seat, produce a hilarious farting sound--and sticks of candy that make your tongue and your mouth change colors--and rats made of gummy candy--and fake vomit--and small firecrackers, some that you can light and run away from, some of the little beads that you can throw at the ground to make sparks.
All the Good are dressed in bright colors, a veritable rainbow riot, satin and silk and dyed cotton. And masks. Flashy, beautiful masks, handmade by the queen herself--though there is a station where you can make your own, if you want to try your hand at some crafts.
If you wander too close to The Light But Very Silly Court, you may be dragged into Jester's brand of absurdity.
There's a dunk tank--a big vat of water with a seat suspended over it. Anyone who looks like they are not having a good fun time might be pulled over to it and forced inside, and then passers-by can lob rubber balls at a target. Hit the target dead center, and the honored victim will be dunked right in that water.
You might end up getting hit with a perfume bomb: a concentrated bomb of perfume that, if you're not wary and watchful, might catch you right in the chest and explode across your front. What's the smell? Anything from fresh-baked cake to mowed grass to poop.
If you're not watching your ass, someone could pin a tail on you. Any variety of animal, from the mammalian to the reptilian to the avian. Trailing feathers, a long sweeping cow tail, a beautiful tiger's tail--and try as you might, this thing is stuck on tight. And while you're trying to get that off of your ass--oh no! Someone just added another flower garland to your neck!
You may end up being the Blesser: a holy elected official who wears a big crown of trailing ribbons and carries a giant shepherd's crook festooned with more ribbons. The Blesser is bestowed the chance to judge the court, in Jester's name. And anyone judged in need of a blessing will be grabbed by the hook-end of the crook, dragged before Queen Jester, and hit with the Wand of Smiles, to brighten up their day.
There's a pie-eating contest, of course: a long table with a multi-colored tablecloth, and dozens and dozens of pies standing by that you can stuff your face with. Of course, times are hard and war is on the horizon, so the pies are actually very very small, but that just means there's more to eat!
There's a milk-drinking contest. Which is more of a challenge, than a contest, really, and maybe sounds lame, except the actual challenge is to drink a glass of milk as quickly as possible, and as soon as everyone around you notices you're drinking milk, they have to tell you as many jokes as they can think of, and you have to avoid leaking milk from your nose. Pretty good, right?
There's the chance to graffiti a wall of the Gallows--an actual wall of the Gallows! And there's paint provided and everything, in brilliant colors. Write whatever you want. Queen Jester, to set the tone, has already drawn a giant pink dick with a smiley face, and a speech bubble that says HAPPY HAPPY!
You might also end up in the contest of good guy champions. This is a sparring ground, and all weapons are actually sticks wrapped in flowers and ribbons and little jingly bells. The twist is that points are not just given for martial skill: they're also given for playacting as a character. The more over-the-top your good guy performance, the better--and bonus points for issuing the most cutting over-the-top insults.
You can attend the Best Feast, which is a seemingly endless selection of cakes, and pastries, and cookies, and fudges, and petit-fours, and cream puffs, and strudels, and pies, and doughnuts, and bear claws, and cinnamon rolls, and puddings, and sweets, and cobblers, and chocolate croissants, and even some sweet dessert wine, as well as iced milks and creams and a milkshake-like concoction.
Finally, you may also be drafted into the war upon the Dark Court. This will, again, consist of as much over-the-top good guy acting as humanly (or tieflingly, qunarily, elfily, dwarfily) possible.