As you enter the festival grounds, the sweet smell of blossoms surrounds you. Families lounge on blankets, sharing sweet treats and laughing under the pink of the trees. A short way off, you notice a collection of interesting booths and head toward them. As you amble over, you notice a strange clacking sound...

*clack clack clack clack*

To your left, a couple belts out the lyrics to Moon Pride into a karaoke machine and at a booth on your right, friends playfully race to finish a puzzle.

*clack clack clack clack*

Ah, there it is! The source of the sound!

It's a raffle! Makoto stands looking cheerful as she turns the handle to a basket full of colorful, numbered, plastic balls. You notice the banner which reads

You wonder about your chances. Will you approach the booth for a ticket?

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Hello and welcome to the Cheery Cherry Blossom Raffle!

I, Sailor Jupiter, will be using a randomizer to hand out virtual raffle tickets.

Each person who approaches the booth for a ticket will be assigned a number.

At the end of the festival, I'll use the randomizer to choose a grand prize winning number and a runner up!

If I call your number, come forward to claim your prize.

If I don't hear from the winner within 2 days, your prize is forfeit and I'll draw another number.

 Feel free to roleplay yourself stepping up to the booth! Have fun and good luck!  

Please just pretend you got a really cool ticket

Diana wrote:

A tiny kitten approaches the booth very gingerly. With big eyes and a huge smile on her face, the little creature kindly asks for a ticket from the beautiful woman right in front of her:

'Me, me! One ticket, please!'

Makoto was startled by a small voice saying, "Me, me! One ticket, please!"

She looked left. She looked right. She did not, however, check the ground in front of the booth. To her eyes, there didn't seem to be anyone there. Just a lot of air.

Maybe the air had become sentient? Was there an invisible, sentient cloud in front of her? And if there was, why did it want to be in the raffle? Was this a negaverse plot? If it was, she really wanted to find out where this was going.

"Uh, here ya go," Mako said, tossing the ticket out in front of her.

TICKET # 358

A small, gray flash launched itself through the air, grabbing the ticket... and then it was gone.

Makoto vowed to be extra vigilant with the next one.

RutleJake wrote:

Stepping up to the booth behind the kitten, a beatlesque man with round sunglasses and a moptop haricut patiently waits to get a ticket. 

"This looks like fun." he says to himself "I think I'll give it a try."

"WELL BRING IT ON," shouted Makoto, slamming her elbow down on the table for a rousing arm wrestling match. A glint in her eye and sweat already pooling on her brow, she looked up at her befuddled opponent. Maybe this was too vigilant.

"Oh. You meant at the raffle. Sorry about that. Here's your ticket!"

TICKET # 1309

Dark Sportsnutd wrote:

A young man with a baseball cap, Football jersey and hockey sweats on comes behind the man in sunglasses and a..Kitten??!!

"I love Raffles..its like a Sport to me..and Im nuts about sports.. Oh and I would like a ticket please"

"That's awesome," Makoto exclaimed. "I love sports too. This one time I was on a co-ed baseball team, Greg, the captain, was so dreamy. It... it didn't work out." She sniffs, and looks off into the distance, absentmindedly handing you your ticket.

TICKET # 4591

It smells a little like... heartbreak!?

Cosmos-Hime wrote:

Highly tempted to just float over the line, cosmos decides to simply wait her turn behind everyone else, hoping that the tail end of her cape doesn't cause anyone to trip. Once it's her turn, she approaches the raffle desk.

"Am I allowed to participate? One ticket, please."

Still daydreaming about her lost love, Makoto looked up to see...

Was that... No, it couldn't be. But it looked just like... No...

"Uh, here's your ticket... your highness," she added hastily, just in case.

TICKET # 1519

LaMoonstar wrote:

*a girl in a pink flowery Mandrian collar shirt steps up to the booth and says quietly* Ticket Please.

Makoto stared at the girl.
She stared hard.
She was trying to understand what a Mandrian collar was.
Was it some sort of Mondrian-esque art statement? Did this collar speak Chinese???
She simply couldn't comprehend this level of clothing wizardry.
Mind boggling, she silently hands over a ticket.

TICKET # 2016

Starchild wrote:

"W...why would I want a ticket... b..baka.."
*blushes*
"Fine..." *holds out hand* "One Please..."

"Because they're fun!" Makoto exclaimed, placing the ticket in your hand... and then yanking it out again... and placing it back in... and yanking it back out.

"Gotta be faster than that!"

Laughing hysterically, she hands you your ticket for real this time.

TICKET # 2625

Sailor Zelda wrote:

Hello, I'd like a ticket please.

"Good, because it's dangerous to go alone! Take this!" She holds the ticket above her head. You could swear you hear exciting music playing. Maybe it's just the karaoke club at the booth next door.

TICKET # 4404

Diagnosed wrote:

A fit but somewhat disheveled looking lady with a pudgy-cheeked toddler in her arms steps briskly up to the booth, narrowly side-stepping a beautiful white cape as the owner glides past.

"Ehhh! Sailor Jupiter! This looks like fun. I'll try my luck!" she says with a wink.

The toddler pops her fingers out of her mouth, points at the brunette Senshi and says "Moon! Moon!" excitedly before resuming her finger sucking, nodding her head wordlessly.

"No, sweetheart. This is Sailor Jupiter. JU-PI-TER," says the lady. The little girl just nods vigorously.

"Yeah! I'm Sailor Jupiter. I have this cool cyclone thing, see?" In a flash, Makoto transforms, performing a move that would knock your socks off.

Considering she just sent a small cyclone through the festival, your socks are way off. Most of your belongings too. In fact, the booth has been blown clear across the schoolyard into a small clearing.

"Too much?" she asks, a sheepish smile creeping across her face.

Before you can respond, she's raced off to gather up your things, and, you know, get the entire booth.

While you're waiting, a ticket flutters down from the sky. Must have been blown away in the attack. You scoop up the ticket, and a nearby coconut. If you get nothing else out of this traumatizing event, you're at least drinking this thing later.

TICKET # 809

Jess-chan wrote:

Hey there! I'd like a ticket too!

"WHAT?" It seems like she can't hear you over all the hammering. Man, this booth looks beat up. What happened here?

"I SAID I'D LIKE A TICKET TOO," you emphasize.

"I MEAN I DON'T SEE HOW A SHOE IS GOING TO HELP," she cries over the din.

You wonder why she doesn't just stop hammering for a second.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST TAKE A TICKET."

You do. As you walk away, you hear furious hammering. When you turn around, the booth looks brand new. Possibly better than new? It's even got a fresh coat of paint. That was... weird. 

TICKET # 6683

Brit-chan wrote:

Brit-chan walks in the room with a funny looking mask on her face.

"In the name of the moon, I'll punish you if I dont' get a ticket!" she posed, "Please..."

"Well we wouldn't want that, would we Chibiu- USAGI. SAILOR MOON. *ahem* Definitely noooot some small Pink Haired child," Makoto laughed awkwardly.

"We all know she like, went back to the future or whatever! HAH!"

She continues the awkward charade, handing you your ticket and insisting on calling you Sailor Moon an inappropriate amount of times.

Boy, she's really trying to sell it. Best to just take the ticket and leave.

Andalusite wrote:

When everything seemed to quiet down for Makoto, a large reddish-brown boulder with a glassy luster suddenly came crashing down from heaven-knows-where to the front of the line. Nobody knew why, but it looked like it wanted a ticket....

"Hey.... there..." started Makoto tentatively.

Did... did it want a ticket?! It was really hard to figure out what this rock (boulder??) was feeling.

She pulls out a fat red marker and begins to draw. "Just some finishing touches, and... There."

It's not her best work, but it'll do. She steps back to admire the crudely drawn smiley face and googly eyes.

Satisfied, she hands the ticket over and then, thinking better of it, tucks it neatly between the rock and ground beneath it.

TICKET 7268

Sailor Neptune wrote:

A woman with wavy ocean-colored hair approached the booth and looked at Mako with a smile. "Ara~ a raffle? Does purchasing a ticket get me a date with you?" she asked teasingly. "I heard you're a girl of many talents..."

Puffing out her chest proudly, Makoto beams, "Well I DID get picked to play Snow White, you know." She hands you a ticket, with a few xoxo's and her phone number scrawled on the back. ;D

TICKET 2835

Sailor Gallifrey wrote:

Sailor Gallifrey swiftly stepped up to the booth. Her long blond hair was swept into a side braid today, and she had tied a small pink flower into it to celebrate the cherry blossom festival. Her blue eyes had carefully observed the cheerful girl behind the booth, who had said her name was Jupiter, from a distance before she had decided to try her luck at the raffle. After seeing Jupiter's friendly interactions with others at the booth, Gallifrey felt at ease standing in front of her despite the fact that she was still a stranger.

"I'd like a ticket, please."

Having just given her phone number away to another attractive suitor, Makoto feels dazzled. Why is everyone so attractive today?

She performs a series of eyebrow raises and winks before handing you your ticket and blowing you a kiss.

You take the ticket, noticing she's written "CALL ME!" on the back with her number. How brazen of her.

TICKET 7688

Moonlight Dreaming wrote:

Moonlight Dreaming walked towards the woman shyly, trying not to get embarrassed. "May I have a ticket?"

It turns out it's pretty hard to hand a ticket to what appears to be a beam of moonlight that's having a pleasant nap, but Makoto manages it.

TICKET 1994

Sailor Mercury wrote:

A blue-haired slight figure whose uniform top was slightly obscured with a gray pullover hurried over, her arms struggling to contain a large stack of forms.

"Makoto-chan!" the voice called, soft yet definitely possessing an authoritative tone. "Do you have the final stamped copy of the registration form for your booth? The planning committee is collecting the last documents."

She managed to free one hand long enough to push a pair of round-lensed glasses back up her nose. In that moment, cerulean eyes caught sight of the basket with lottery tickets. The girl tilted her head slightly and gave a small smile.

"I might as well show some festival spirit and participate, while I'm here. May I please have a ticket?"

"O-o-oh! O-of course!" Makoto stuttered. "Like Minako always says, paperwork-li-ness is next to cleanliness... or something like that."

She hands you your ticket and then takes quite some time fumbling around beneath the booth. Growing impatient, you lean over to see how the search is coming and... she's gone!? There's just a note saying "IOU ONE BOOTH FORM."

You pause. Breathe. Take a ticket. Adjust your glasses, and decide to check back later, noting on your clipboard that maybe Makoto should try out for the track team. She's fast.

TICKET 7942

The time has finally come. With a glint in her eye, Makoto turns the ball cage, and they all rattle inside. Each ball is emblazoned with a ticket number. How exciting!

Turn, turn, turn...

Turn, turn, turn.

One tumbles out!

AND THE WINNER IS...

Come claim your prize!

And now for the runner up..

Turn, turn, turn...

Turn, turn, turn...

CONGRATULATIONS!