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Off to the side is a rather bright booth, despite the undead managing it. Several counters are host to various games based off each Student Council Member, ranging from the easy to the eye-clwing annoying. Music, light, and color mark their corner, as well as the eyes of countless minipet plushies staring you down . . .

The vice president’s niche sticks out in the booth as being devoid of both color and sound at first glance. A board of black and white tiles stretches out on the grass like a chessboard, each one bearing an odd symbol. For those who had been part of the Seven Kings experience, some of them look awfully familiar . . . most especially for those of the Black Kingdom.

Use the following while playing:




If you make it and have:

40 HP: Good on you! You’ve won a custom raffle ticket! Please fill out the form found in the prize booth post below!
30 HP: Not too bad! You’ve won the choice to any one plushie available!
20 HP: At least you made it! You’ve won a Tier 3 plushie!
10 HP: By the skin of your teeth! You’ve won your choice of Tier 1 or 2 plushies!

The public relations booth is clearly the source of most of the noise: or, well music rather. Even when not played, the Dance Dance Deadolution console happily shuffles snippets of its repertoire in the background. It flashes occasionally, beckoning visitors to come and dance like nobody’s watching. (Spoiler: someone always is. Probably Odin.)

Use the following while playing:





If your score is:

35 or above = You’ve won a custom plushie raffle ticket!
30-34 = You’ve won a Tier 5 prize!
25-29 = You’ve won your choice of plushie from Tiers 1-4
24 or less = You’ve won . . . the satisfaction that you did some exercise?

[ THE CASE OF THE WANDERING GAMES ]

It looks like some games are entirely held off-booth.

This is where they pretend to keep track of them.

[ RESERVED FOR RAFFLE TICKET LIST ]

Despite Amrita's words, Alexander was grinning from ear to ear. How had they even gotten on this topic of conversation, exactly? He couldn't quite remember, and really to him it didn't really matter. What did matter, was that the ghoul was completely wrong. Alex knew he had some mad skills with first person shooter games, and how was laser tag really any different?

Except, you know, the part with actual getting out of a chair and moving around.

Details.

With a crate still clutched in his own long and slender arms, he dropped it alongside Amrita's box while letting out a sharp bark of laughter.

"I guess you're entitled to your own opinion, even if that opinion is wrong." He tossed back at her, the too sweet smile answered with the same large grin he'd started with.

"Though if you're so sure of yourself, then I guess there's nothing I can say to make you change your mind."

He squinted at her with mismatched eyes, and leaned forward, putting himself down to her level. "So how do you propose we settle this little disagreement."

"Hrm yes well if my quiz score is any indication, I am hardly ever wrong either." He countered, reaching out to tap her on the nose, still grinning away like, though with a slightly more cocky glint in his eyes. Hey, he had done well, and he had a right to brag about it a bit!

"Ha! I will never concede." He straightened up slightly (though still remained slouched) and crossed his arms over his chest.

His arms uncrossed when she turned away from him, and he craned up to see what she was doing, taking a shuffling step closer and eyeing her curiously until.....

Aw yaaaaaaaaa, laser gun! When she pointed it at his chest he laughed, and made no motion to push it away. While guns normally made the undead boil nervous, he knew that these ones were harmless and would not make loud bullet shooting type noises.

Unlike the guns he'd wielded in the tear. Those had been jacking awful.

With the same grin as always, he reached forward and took the gun from her hand, their feel as familiar to him as they likely were to her, though still slightly uncomfortable in a way.

"Of course you would rather I gave up now, because you know if I don't, you're going to loooose." He taunted, turning and pointing the gun at various objects and firing it while making pewpewpew sound affects. Aiming the gun at one of the Mort pommie plushies, he pulled the trigger again.

"BAM! Head shot!"

Okay so somebody was clearly excited about this.

"So are we doing this then? What are the rules?"

That test. Amrita's eyes narrowed at the memory of it. She would have done so well, too, had there not been a jackin' trap door under her seat. She still did very well, but she could have done infinitely better and she knew it. It was a sore spot that Alex was unknowingly picking at, but she wasn't about to rise to it. Instead she heaved a sigh and let the anger melt off of her for now, and when she reopened her eyes they were still narrowed, however now playfully so.

"Then don't you go pouting when you lose." She gave an animated shrug and a shake of her head, like it was a big pity that he was even trying. He was laughing again, and she once more fought the urge to grin and join him. Instead she turned away from him once he took the toy gun, and started digging again. The only time she stopped was to look where he was aiming, and then at the real unlife version of the poor toy, who was sewing a little more viciously than before.

"Now now, there's no need to drag Mort into this." The ghoul tsked, clicking her tongue before going back to what she was doing. After a few more minutes she turned, practically throwing a green vest at him. "Rules?" She parroted, looking thoughtful as she slipped into her own vest - a black one that otherwise looked identical to Alex's.

"Except for the obvious first to die loses?" It was more of a rhetorical question than anything, but one that was given nonetheless. The moment he had his vest on her gun was raised, pointed at the sensor on his chest.

"There are no rules." She grinned at him, and without hesitating, pulled the trigger.