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It's been a year since Bea tried to run for Public Relations and lost to Shehk. Though last year she figured she wasn't going to win anyway based on how she had only just been admitted to Amity not too long before then, she was bummed about losing for a few months, but hey! You gotta pick yourself up and try again, right?

This year, Bea was not a new student. No, no, no. She's a Y2 student and this time was more prepared than before. Instead of a crazy obstacle course, that proved to be too much of a hassle to maintain, she decided to go simple this time around and kept everything close by. Last year, there was too much running around. This year, everything was simple, convenient, and hopefully efficient!

Bea stood behind the booth, waiting for her first visitor to come along.

"Thanks for stopping by!" she smiled delightfully at Freya.

His scooping abilities were almost as bad as his shooting abilities. He thought with food he would stand much more of a chance. But he was wrong on that idea. Apparently it was living food and that brought things into a whole new light. Well he would try to master the ice cream later now he needed to practice.

Frost was wandering looking at those who were running for offices as well. He'd been on his way to Sparrow's booth when he noticed the rather sea themed booth. His ears twitched as he watched over. A finger to his chin, he looked at the various games she had- and then her skills. "You're rather adept at the arts Miss Monroe." He smiled taking a pearl and writing his name on it. "And from your display, I'd say highly qualified for the position you aim for."

A small bow, he held out his hand. "Frost in the Storm, candidate for Student Council President. It's a pleasure to meet you."

After she handed the paper to the booth ghoul, she continued to walk along the long table.

Oh! Lovely drawings!

Arynek stared at the nice gallery, thinking the ghoul has such a great art talent. The shadow ghoul was so amired.

Why not trying?

She picked up a pearl and write her name on it. A-R-Y-N-E-K. Then, she threw the pearl into the fishbowl. The shadow ghoul looked at the nearly full fishbowl and smiled. "Good luck everyone." She thought.

Now was to get the cephalato transfer to the bowl.



The shadow ghoul was too nervous on the transfer process. Her heads kept shaking violently. Bad!

Oops!

She dropped the scooper with the cephalato on the table. Luckily, it's only the table, not the floor.

More and more visitors came by the booth, each one writing their names for the pearl game. "Thank you for playing..." looking at the pearl that was just dropped in before turning back to the boil again, "Danny." When his attempt to get a cephalato failed, she had a bit of a sorry faced expression, "Ooooh, better luck next time!"

Bea looked at the next visitor dropping their pearl into the bowl. She gave him a nod and waved at the boil, "Thank you, Edgar!"

When Frost came along, giving her not just one, but two lovely compliments, Bea couldn't help but blush, "Thank you very much. I work very hard at what I do." It's true. She does. Considering last year elections she had run practically everywhere on the florescetival camp sight just to keep her stupid obstacle course running. Thank Jack she wasn't doing that this year. "Very nice to meet you!" returning his handshake with a firm one, "I'm Beatrix, running for Publi-" catching herself in mid sentence, "-well you know!" she pointed at her buttons and gave a ghouly giggle.

"Oh!" she noticed the slip of paper the shadow ghoul had handed to her was the correct answer. Bea was very pleasantly surprised for her first winner at the booth. "Excuse me for a second," she said to Frost.

Now turning to Arynek, Bea slipped her a token. "Thank you for playing!" she said with the sweetest smile on her face. But when she dropped her cephalato... she flinched at the sight of her pet smacking onto the table, cupped it with both her hands, cooed at it as she pet the poor, slightly injured thing, and gently put it back into the pool. "Please be a tiny bit more careful with these little guys. They are very fragile. Thanks for stopping by, though!"

Aleria approached the booth, peering at the details. They remembered Bea from the field trip, and recalled her to be pleasant. The demon plucked a button from the pile, adding it carefully to one of their many concealed pockets. In addition, Aleria also picked up one of the jellyfish nightlights, but merely held onto that in a clawed hand, careful not to puncture it.

However.

Aleria passed on the...free...unmentionables.

The demon waved at Bea, tucking a lock of wild white hair behind their ear, the vine around their horn--from the Horsemen Isle-- wiggling slightly. Perhaps they would vote for Bea. Her style was tasteful, her statement clear and concise-- and, despite Aleria's taste for the darker things the horsemen could bring them-- well.

Her ideals were pleasant, and would do the general populace good.

With this in mind, the icy demon proceeded to the last portion of Beas' booth, warily eying the gelatin containers with a suspicious eye. Carefully, with the slightest hint of a frown, Aleria picked up one of the cups. The hint of roses permeated the air, but only slightly. Shrugging, Aleria downed the cup, smacking their lips.

Hmm. Interesting. The demon wrote their answer on a slip of paper, handing it to Bea. "An interesting choice," they intoned, bowing their head with a slight nod.