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WIP Winner List for Minipet Raffle!

((This is the information I have so far. Still waiting on a few pms. When I hear back from them, I'll determine the rest of the winners. EVERYONE should be leaving this raffle with SOMETHING. <3 ))

1. Matisha :: Blue Mimic
2. Eight :: // Skip!
3. Kaze Taco :: Blue Mimic
4. Smerdle :: Wishing Secret!
5. Prolixity :: Skip!
6. Taska Neko :: // Waiting on PM
7. Beejoux :: // Waiting on PM
8. Sosiqui :: // Skip!
9. Sephiros Immortalis :: // Waiting on PM
10. unstartled witch :: // Waiting on PM
11. Roxy_roxanna2 :: // Waiting on PM
12. Getsurae :: // SE Minipet (Leftover)

(( THANK YOU MEEKI AND DONATORS eeeeee <3 ))

Even with his hands on her hips and Holly's arms around his neck, West still managed to keep a good six inches between them and a scowl on his face the entire time they danced. Mortifying? Yes. At least it appeared the ghoul was as disgusted with the situation as he was. This was somehow so much worse than dancing with Tset, perhaps because he knew Holly and because the dance was a slow one.

As Riley's disturbingly elaborate brain song came to an end and Calder and Christof took the stage, West snatched his hands away from the fox ghoul and quipped, "Y'look terrible y'know." Then, as if to soften his words, he added, "An'so do I. This dance's crap." He hurried off of the dance floor, slumping back into a seat near the poludnica.

West turned and hunched over the table, only looking up again when he slowly came to the realization that Christof was on stage and there were coherent - well, relatively coherent - sounds coming out of him. What a liar! He might have jumped to his feet and pointed if this had been any other time, but instead West just... kept sitting. This was clearly information that would require action later.

Riley sat up straight when Christof and Calder took the stage, and listened to their show (because really, it was more of a show than a song, and it was a good show at that). Briefly, she thought that perhaps, in another lifetime, they two of them might have made a funny pair - but as it was, she wasn't entirely happy about how much time her igor was spending with the kelpie nowadays. Still, she clapped politely, giving Christof a pleased expression.

At least he was making good use of that tongue of his, while he still had it.

Once they left the stage, she slumped back to rest on Malodore's shoulder, her mood somewhat enigmatic. She had found her perch on the stage rather nice, as long as it stayed beside her. Especially if it kept feeding her snacks.. there was no reason to get up. It was easy to fall into a comfortable lull, enhanced by the quiet noise of the chatter around them.

Riley felt the vibrations before she even saw G. She pressed her hand against the stage, her brows furrowing as the indication of doom became stronger, and she could tell something was coming closer..

Closer..

The rumbling voice made her look up, and up, and.. G had a bucket on his head. And he was.. asking her to show him how to-

Ah, G, I'm not very-eeeeeEEE

She was picked up like a ragdoll, carried off to the dance floor. She tried not to flail, if only because her outfit would react very badly to such movement, and could only give Malodore a wide eyed stare as she was carted off to the dance floor.

When they finally arrived, she tried her best to right herself, and put her hands on G's shoulders. This strained her arms somewhat, and she was glad she was tall enough to reach them at all.

As.. forceful.. as G's appearance was, she didn't necessarily mind that he wanted to dance with her. She just wasn't very good at dancing - his choice of dance partner was, perhaps, not the best.

Okay G, I'll dance with you. But I warn you, I'm not very good.. and I'm certainly not going to lead.

Malodore could only stand in... something between amazement, horror, and silent hysterical laughter... as Gargantuan tromped over, grinning widely, and snatched Riley away to the dance floor. "Bring her back in one piece," it called after the swamp monster, barely managing to get the words out without laughing.

At last, he was dragging someone else into the spotlight!

There were a few last minute seconds where Riley was still capable of coherent thought, before she was airborne. She could feel the sudden lack of gravity as her body was swung in circles, and she became more horizontal with each passing second. She felt the solid smack of someone against her legs, but it was impossible to say who she'd just kicked - let's just hope the heel didn't connect with anything important.

GIDONTTHINKTHISISWHATTHEYMEANBYDANCING She cried out all in one loud, jumbled thought, as she clung to him for dear life. The last thing she wanted was to find herself flying away and slamming into someone the way Tybalt had done to her earlier - whoever she flew into might not be as hardy as she was.

Her tentacles wrapped around G's arms, absolutely securing her to him. She would not fly away.

Not dancing?

Gargantuan gracefully stopped on a time, swayed heavily as all that spinning caught up to him, and promptly fell over with Riley (thankfully) on top of him rather than underneath. "No dance?" Came the woozy, if cheerful question, and the beast rolled himself onto his side with some effort before getting back onto his feet. Riley-the-rag-doll followed.

"How dance?" This was an important, serious question, and his nostrils flared a little with his concentration. He'd learn how to dance! He had a good teacher, now!