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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:00 pm
With all of the effort the Igor had put into helping out with other booths, it seemed his own was kept very simple. A card table with a patched cloth thrown over top, and a hastily painted set of signs. Christof himself is elsewhere currently, but in his place sits Firth, his patchwork Lepus, glowering intently at any passerby while guarding the bowl on the table. BOOTH IS NOW OPEN! Feel free to RP trying to get a piece of swag from Firth!
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:53 pm
SWAG:Sitting in a bowl neatly in the middle of the table just behind the glowering Patchwork Lepus are a cluster of Shovel-Shaped Pens. Christof felt awkward asking his Master for funding, but Barth was happy to let the Igor do the online shopping they required to order and allow the Sloth to back the funds so long as the Igor typed in all of those many many digits and forms.  While the hunchback's back was turned, some mysterious benefactor left these fittingly lopsided patchwork dolls on the table as well. Currently, the Patchwork Lepus is wrestling with one under the table. 
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:54 pm
MISSION STATEMENT:
Politics are tricky business. What better business for an Igor than tending to what they need, and burying what the public doesn't need to see? Or fetching coffee. Or filing paperwork. Or anything else that a secretary might do. He is also good at writing things down. Christof promises to be a competent and more importantly useful member of Student Council to the best of his abilities.
BOOTH ACTIVITIES:
-TBA-
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:57 pm
CREDITS:
Plushies by Mitsu! Thank yooou!
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:50 pm
Booth now Open! Events pending...
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 1:19 am
Danny had decided to sneak out of her studies for at least a little bit of time to enjoy the floresctival. She promised herself she would only stay for a few minutes, just to experience the atmosphere, but noticed all of the booths run by students. Was something going on?
Glancing around, she saw signs of all sorts- some saying "President" and "Treasurer" and .. well all sorts of different things. What exactly was going on?
Still, she couldn't let on that she didn't know anything. That would just make her look stupid! With delight, she waltzed over to Christof's booth to examine the surroundings.
Danny gave out a little yelp when she saw the lepus on the table. "Y-you were at the open house! You ran away from me!! So this is where you went," she said, smiling. She was happy to have solved at least one mystery, if not a little bitter over the loss.
It was then that she noticed the patchwork behind the table. Danny's eyes lit up with excitement and she said, "You're the cute little patchy!!" Well no duh Danny. "I haven't seen you since the open house, how have you been!" She was actually rather happy to see him again. Danny didn't really know why, but she liked the cute little igor a lot. He didn't say much, but he seemed nice enough. Maybe it was because he hadn't run off flinching at her tail like another undead she knew of. Speaking of her tail, it was now whipping back and forth happily.
Danny still didn't really know what the whole booth was for, but she figured that if she stuck around long enough, someone would explain it to her.
Well, so much for returning to her studies.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 11:48 pm
Christof flinched from where he had been trying to figure out just WHERE these odd little dolls came from. His expression soured as he looked down at their two little arms and mismatched eyes... There was no question. Someone was building voodoo dolls of HIM- There was no other explanation. It couldn't be as simple as the doll currently tucked under his jacket, clenched in the hidden addition to his anatomy's clawed fingers under his *other* right arm and out of sight... Even with the (now torn) suit, there was no denying he had... had a growth spurt since Open House. It was amazing what a few weeks away would do. It was odd being back, but all of his Masters and Mistresses here at school were running for Student Council... it only made sense for him to try to stick by and help however he could.
He was already winded after setting up Riley and Malodore's booths, after dragging the couch over for Barth's booth, he was positively exhausted. There was still glitter stuck to his suit and in his ponytail his Mistress had so lovingly fixed for him.
At the sight of Danny, he flinched back, dropping the doll accidentally before nervously scrambling for his chalkboard before meekly offering her a shovel-shaped pen.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:13 pm
Danny stared at the little shovel with complete excitement. She didn't often get presents without asking her parents for them. This was her first present at Amityville too! Yeah, she definitely liked this little patchy.
He looked different since the last time she saw him though ... It must've just been a new haircut. "Th-thank you," she said with sincere gratitude.
She was so excite to use her new shovel. Immediately she bent down and started digging at the ground, trying to make use of it. Her brow furrowed a bit as she realize it didn't really work well as a shovel. Her tongue stuck out in frustration. This was a lot harder than it looked.
Suddenly the tip broke off (of course, this was just the cap coming off, but Danny certainly didn't know that). Her eyes went wide and she looked up at the patchwork. If she could cry, she would. "P-p-p-p-p-p-patchy ... it BROKE!" She was so distraught. Here she was happy with her new present and now? Nothing. She had broken it not a minute after getting it. She was the worst friend ever.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:46 pm
The hunchback sighed, rolling his eyes as he pulled a spiral notebook out of his suit pocket, scooping the "broken" shovel up to write:
It is a pen.
He almost punctuated it with name-calling, but after meeting Mr. Charlie, it was clear Not All Demons Were of the... Mastering sort. To put it politely. Her firey tail, was making him nervous, but so long as she kept it under control, things would be fine.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:57 pm
Colette strolled down the path of campaign booths, dressed like a lady Barth with her little cauldron of goatees, prepared to hand off as many as she could.
And then she saw it.
A Christof booth, the very boil, and an intensely distraught ghoul. A ghoul she knew. Sort of.
She stopped and squinted suspiciously at the campaign booth, probably looking more devious with the fake goatee. Colette would probably feel the same way the ghoul's face expressed if she was hanging out with Christof. How many more would have to suffer? Too many if that boil was on the student council.
"Everything alright here?" she asked like some boogeyman patrolling the streets at night.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:06 am
Danny stared at the four little words written on Christof's board.
It is a pen.
Her jaw fell open. It was a pen. It was a pen.
Danny's face immediately picked up into her signature goofy smile with big eyes and said, "IT'S A PENNNNNN" She could've picked up the boil and spun him around if he didn't look so gosh darn uncomfortable.
Her titlted head gave away her confusion. "Why d'you look so uhm ... not happy?" Her big eyes blinked and her tail whipped back and forth excitedly, as if it was waiting for an answer too.
Then Danny turned around and saw Colette. "Uhm Uhm! IT'S ... you! The uhm ... the pretty ghoul with the the hair!!" She really couldn't remember the poor ghoul's name, but she wasn't about to reveal that. "Ooh everything's fine! There was this shovel, and I was all dig dig dig, but then it BROKE, so I was really really sad, but then Christof, he he he told me- get this- it's a PEN." Danny beamed at Colette with the biggest, most idiotic eyes known to Halloween.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:14 am
Christof nearly dropped the notebook as the Reaper girl strode up to them, backing away a few feet to show he really *was not up to anything*, while at the same time once again straightening his jacket. It was cramped and uncomfortable, but at least he looked like he had the right amount of limbs. And what... what was on her CHIN?
He nodded anxiously to agree with Danny's story, despite how... simply put it was, before motioning up to the banner behind him, smiling just as nervously before offering Colette a pen as well. She was one of Master Barth's many ghoulfriends, he understood now. Not competition. Gingerly, he pointed to his chin as though trying to point out that she had a little... something... stuck there.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:31 am
"Hmmmm.. Okay then." Christof actually backing off felt reassuring, but Colette didn't let up on the glare; not even when he offered her one of the pens.
"I don't need a pen," she said flatly, sounding as if offering her a pen was the stupidest thing in the world. She was, however, interested in one of those plushies. "I'll take a doll though." Colette watched him point to his chin and furrowed her brows quizzically, although it's not like one could see it.
Oh, right. The goatee. She was still wearing the darn thing.
Despite the terrible shame she experienced prior with the goatee, Colette tried to sound proud. "It's a goatee for Barth's campaign." She was even wearing a woman-ified Barth outfit. "He's running for president. Here, take one." She held out the cauldron for both him and Danny.
Yes, take it and wear it like she has to.
Colette had just about gotten everyone at Barth's booth to take one, and she was determined to make everyone else wear a goatee as well.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:40 am
Danny looked at the twosome in their epic showdown of silence. Did Christof maybe have something against goatees. Danny stuttered, "L-let's all be uhm nice ...?" She said it very quietly though, so she doubted anyone heard her. If it did come down to a fight though, Danny was so in. She loved fighting.
When Colette mentioned the dolls, Danny turned around and looked at them with big eyes. She stared at Christof and said, "CAN I HAVE O- ... oops. Uhm. Can I have one ... ?" She gave him such big eyes though. How could he say no?
No sooner had she gotten the words out of her mouth than now Colette was handing her something as well.
MORE. PRESENTS.
Danny was just about doing backflips in excitement. Noticing the girl's method of wearing the decor, Danny stuck the goatee smack dab on her own face with excitement.
Just then Danny let out a little sneeze (probably from the furry thing on her face now) and a little fire spit out of her mouth. She wiped her nose and said, "O-oops. Looks like I'm still s-sick." She let out another cascade of sneezes and then started coughing like there was no tomorrow.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:13 am
Despite his "growth spurt", it seemed he was just as terrified of fire as ever, leaping back out of the way of the flailing firey tail before scrambling for one of the dolls as though using it as a shield. Once Danny was (hopefully) appeased, he more gingerly offered one to Colette, eyes locked firmly on her pointed black shoes.
The corners of his mouth actually twitched up into a smile for a moment at the sight of the outfit, once the context clicked in his mind.
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