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Lizzy was attracted to the booth primarily by the decoration, but as she poked around, what struck her was the amount of work Bea had put into the booth as a whole... Even if she did blush at the sight of unmentionables being displayed so openly.

How scandalous!

Still blushing, she decided to write her name on a pearl, dropped it into the bowl, grabbed one of the Jelly nitelights, and leave; there was something she had to take care of, at her own booth... Besides, displaying the pin there would be good advertisement for Bea, right?

(Shhhhhhh u-u)

The ghost nodded. "The care and effort you put into your work shows. I don't think I've seen anyone else with a booth as well done as your own." While his was a mish-mash of various things. He tried, and no one could say otherwise. When she excused herself, the wolfos looked to the games she had. The pearl process repeated

A food game had him smiling. Some sort of gelatin. A sniff, the wolfos couldn't quite place the faint scent. Tossing his head back, the food went down and he ran his tongue over his teeth. Just a hint of a taste. It wasn't much but, he had a guess, jolting down what he thought it might be. "Miss Monroe, er, Beatrix, do you cook often?"

After wandering away from the music booth, bubblegum pop music lodged firmly in his brain on an infinite loop of oh-why-me, Sylas moved on until he found another booth that caught his eye. It was sparkly and shiny and his parents would have torn his tentacles off and beaten him to dissipation if he admitted aloud that it looked kind of cool, but they weren't there and he was, so he felt no shame as he walked up to it. It smelled like fish and sweets, two of his favorite things, and that alone would have been enough to garner whoever the booth belonged to his vote. He smiled as he picked up a pen and wrote his name down on a pearl, flicking it into the bowl.

While he had intended to move on afterwards, his often-uncontrollable tentacles had other ideas. Sylas himself had been all but oblivious to the other monster at the booth, but they had noticed, and they reached out to poke at her curiously. "What--hey, stop that!" Sylas concentrated hard enough to get his unruly appendages under some semblance of control. "Sorry about that," he said, turning a sheepish grin on the ghoul they had molested. "They've got minds of their own sometimes."

Wet cat = sad cat. "It's okay," Sylas replied, his ears drooping as he looked for something to wipe himself off with. His attention diverted, his tentacles darted towards the other monster, trying to loop around her waist in an effort to draw her closer. "What--hey, no," Sylas said. "That's a ghoul, not a towel," he scolded them, and they reluctantly withdrew. "Are you okay?" Sylas asked the ghoul. "They didn't mean anything by it, swear to Jack, they're just...friendly." Sylas himself didn't mind physical contact, but he could understand why overly-familiar body parts might be a big NO for some people.

"Aw, that doesn't sound too bad," Sylas was quick to reassure the ghoul. "At least your glow thing is pretty! These," he said, indicating with a gesture at the tentacles that seemed to wave a hello to the ghoul from behind Sylas's back, "are just--well, you've seen what they're like and they're even being pretty well-behaved for now but at least you can, I don't know, be your own night light? Or something?"

His tail twitched as he rambled, but he leapt on the ghoul's question, eager for the change of subject. "No, no, I go to a different school. I wish I went here, though--we don't have anything like this at my school. It's pretty lame. How about you? Are you a student here?"

"Why thank you for your flattering words," Bea twirled a strand of seaweed on her finger. She was surprised that Frost didn't give much of a reaction to the gelatin. When he handed her the slip of paper, her brows furrowed at his answer. "Nope! That's not what it isssss~" playfully waving the slip at the boil and put it behind the booth's counter. "Here's some kelp for your participation though!"

When he asked if she cooked much, Bea took a moment before she answered. "Ah, I'm not much of a cook, but I do love to bake a lot. Spookies, cakes, what have you. Things like actual entrees, not so much," she said honestly.

She became briefly distracted when she saw two of the most enthused visitors she has had yet. "Welcome! Welcome! Please enjoy yoursel-" Did she just witness a ghoul getting touched inappropriately?

"Um, excuse me bu-" It seemed the two of them were getting more and more involved. Her eyes squinted at the boil's tentacles just kept acting more mischievous then following the ghoul who had just dropped a more cephalato and helped herself to some kelp. Unsure if she was supposed to let others take it for themselves or she had to hand it to them personally, Bea let this one slide. For now.

At this point, she couldn't help but listen in on their conversation. "Oh, so you are both perspective students?" she asked curiously.

Yin looked at the cup. And smelled it. Sweet? Gross. Was he really going to try this? Completely unhappy with it he took a spoon awkwardly in one hand and took the tiniest bite possible. Spicy, not nearly as bad as sweet, but still not what he wanted. And the texture...

He was done with this.

He tried to write an answer down and handed it in.

As of yet, Belladonna had not visited any of the other student council booths and that would not do! She would have to vote for them come election time and the witch needed to know exactly who she would be placing a vote for. Especially in something as important at public relations, as the witch thought herself something of a potential socialite, she had a few ideas on the whole matter. But! She would not judge before she had fully met this candidate.
Thankfully, it helped that it was a pretty ghoul, one who seemed of of the underwater nature. Pink eyes took in the sights of the booth, carefully reading all the campaign posters and information. When she came across a cute seashell bra, she was excited because it meant she could have one like Amphi wore! But when the witch held it up to her own buxom bust, it looked frightfully small.
With a pout she set it back down, but caught site of the cups. Well, she was hungry!

With all the finesse of a regular bar-hopper, the witch knocked back the little liquid within and instantly wished she hadn't. A small, pained squeaked escaped Belladonna, but she only smiled at Bea for a moment before she began to speak in a high-pitched, slightly strained voice.
"So what is your preferred party style?" She asked, though she wanted to elaborate, the burning sensation caused from the mysterious liquid rather prevented her from doing much else but trying not to cry.