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"Israfel!" Claire said, head popping up to look at him "I haven't seen you since...yeah." she bit her lip slightly and put her blue camera down on the floor carefully.
She would work out how to turn it on later.
"Silly camera wont turn on." ...IDEA "Do you want a picture?"

It was never to be spoken of. It was a terrible memory. A scar on their once innocent minds. Or not so innocent really given Israfel's ideas of things. Like boils and ghouls and pumpkin ninjas in the night. Looking at the blue camera he smiled. It was blue like his eyes. And his Rose. And his buttons. He liked this. He liked this camera lots. "Maybe it's batteries died?" Fishing around in his pockets he couldn't find anything aside from some candy he'd taken from other booths, the goatee, and....a few Icky stix. Otherwise known as 'Riley bribes'.
"But sure! If it work I wouldn't mind. My EYEPhone is...er-" He might have dropped it. Oops. Smiling Israfel tried his best to pose for her.



I WANT MY PICTURE TAKEN!

Colette assumed she was included in the 'guys' and replied to the boil with a, "Hey," of her own, albeit it sounded very canned for greeting someone she didn't know at all. The booth was ready and he was only one of the many who were going to see her like this. It was a terrible, but she sighed and tried to grin and bear it. She was helping a friend after all. "Take a goatee if you want," she added as someone else actually took one.

"Oh, hey Israfel.. Uh. I don't think so?" Watching him pull it off himself, Colette was relieved that they weren't permanent. She hadn't bothered to check. The boil was already posing for a picture after that, and Colette scooted further away as to not get in the way.

Now if everyone who wanted to be was goatee'd up, she would more than happily go back to hanging by like a wall flower. A Barthified, goatee-bearing wall-flower.

Sometimes Mandy wondered why she bothered with being nice-ish with other creatures. Sometimes. But other times, like right now? They did *magical* things that made the trouble they could bring worth it and left her feeling fuzzier than her natural form.

Coming together, helping with their booth, devoting their precious time... it was enough to bring a tear to a ghouls eyes.

Plus, you know. Goatees.

Never enough Goatees.

This was why Colette was one of her favorites.

Chuckling possibly creepily Mandy attached one of the Goatee's to her face feeling immensely silly.



It left her chin feeling kind of warm.

Beaming happily she let the others chat with their current guests, Mandy knew neither of them and she didn't want to scare off the voters so for now she'd lurk in the shadows.

....it wasnt creepy ok.

Colette watched Mandy put on a goatee and proceed to lurk.

What. This is partly her booth. Mandy isn't allowed to lurk.

That and she was pretty sure it was easier to be spotted with another lurker by your side.

Using her hip, Colette slightly nudged Mandy toward the fray and whispered to the ghoul. "Go. Be their VP." Or something. However it worked.

wahmbulance WARNING WARNING LURKING FAILURE wahmbulance

That had lasted all of two seconds.

Easing an eyebrow at Colette she shuffled closer to the others.

Shuffle, shuffle.

Mandy had ridiculous urges to T-Rex her arms. She suppressed it.

"Hello."

Oh yeah that was VP right there. Did she want this or not?

"Do you wish to play one of our games or try the food?"

Better.

Sorta.

She was working on it ok. There was a reason she didn't go for Public Relations.

Something crossed through the sunlight and cast a long shadow on the booth. It was a ghoul. In a cowboil hat. She sported smart looking boots with studs and a golden star badge that reflected the light somewhat blindingly. She gave it an appraising look.

Cady pulled the bit of wood she'd be using in lieu of an actual cigar from her mouth and directed her gaze at the proprietors.

"Put your drawers on, and take your gun off."

She wasn't sure what the phrase meant, but it sounded sufficiently threatening.

Mmmm, fish.

Cady once again broke character, grabbing a blue fish, and devouring it and the knife whole. She licked her fingers thoughtfully.

"I like the fish, but the knife was a little undercooked," she said finally. "Hi! My name is Cady, and I'm running for sh...sher...sherittt...fff...Publik Retaliations!" She put out the hand she'd just finished licking. She had to be polite around here. Something about upholding the law and cowpokes floated around in the usually empty space between her ears.