A tent stood among the other "booths," and a little apart from the rest. It was formed loosely of ragged skins, torn here and there, held upright by half-rotted branches the height of a man and the thickness of an arm. Around the outer edges grew clots of uneven, rancid fungus, some brown or black or red; at the mouth of the dark tent lay several little wooden pots--really, rotted-out little tree stumps carefully transported here--filled with frothing liquid. These smelled odd--tangy, really. Thick spiderwebbing wrapped the tent, and hung without and, too, within, a spooky shroud of tangled silk.

From inside, the shifting of bristled blue-gray legs--painted with pale bone-shaped streaks--was barely visible through shrouded shadows. The white glow of multiple eyes shone outward, and a surprisingly deep, strong voice called out in song.

"Come one, come all;
Hear what Papa Legba sees...
Step inside the gate,
Pay whatever you please!
Get a glimpse of your fate-
For only a little fee..."

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Legba's booth can be entered by anyone, with no posting order. Gembound will be offered a sip from his hollowed-trunk 'cauldrons,' which contain his own, hallucinogenic venom; ingestion will cause pretty kickass hallucinations. Legba himself is off his shit due to a critical fail attempt to make his exterior mushrooms cause minor hallucinations to visitors, so he'll be wildly, hilariously unpredictable (but not dangerous) for the duration of this thread. Legba's also happy to do some fortune-telling to those who ask. Payment can be anything, and I'll post periodically to respond to all comers!