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The hunchback sighed, glowering down at Jericho's feet, but it was important for Mistress to feel her best for this campaign. And... she had people for that. People that weren't him. He would do what he could, though, as much as she would allow. As though to confirm what Lizzy had already settled, he gave a mock salute to Jericho before shuffling back to the front of the booth, sighing as he wrapped fresh tape around his hand to tend to one of the ribbons that was still a bit glittery.

She was in good hands, he had to assure himself. Even if they weren't his.

Malodore had been coming over to Riley's booth to wish her well anyway... and the cannon fire very nearly made it fall over with startlement.

"I wasn't aware I was worthy of a forty-gun salute," it said, weakly, as it staggered up to the booth and pressed both palms flat atop the table to steady itself.

The game is simple: You post the following code in an RP post-



And you wait for Christof to fire the cannon! Christof will roll for you specifically in his post, and you must then roll the same number to shoot the cannon cat in the air with your paintball gun!

If you win, you get to choose between a Sugar Flayer or a Magical Treat as a prize, or you might get lucky and get to choose from our prize pool! Good luck!

Christof saluted, dusting himself off to take position by the canon, ready to go.

Willow had been wondering the festival unsure of what to really do besides play the games. Her ears twitched at the sound of cannon fire however and was instantly drawn to see what in the jack was going on. As she approached she noticed a cannon and paint ball guns. She looked a little concerned and made sure she was well out of the cannon fire's reach before trying to figure out what was going on. Watching a reaper that had come to play, was this another game? It seemed like it, the tigress was curious about what was going on.

Oof! Malodore instinctively clapped one hand on its hat as it was pulled into Riley's arms, then released the hat to return the embrace. "Quite well, yes - other than that box in the corner that won't stop screaming, but... perhaps later we can fire your cannon into it, and see if that puts it out of its misery."

The thought was so pleasant that it opened its beak hugely in a very big smile indeed.

"Good evening to you as well, Christof," Malodore added, tilting its head at the hunchback. Something was different about him! His hair was longer, and... hmm. Hmm.

Interesting.

"Might I play your game, mia cara?" it asked.

PULL!

"What the Jack--"

The Frez Drah had been ambling amongst the booths, just minding his own business when suddenly Christof fired off a cannon. The sound was deafening even to an undead. The shot's echo faded into the distance; he glanced over the booth. It was very...purple.

"Er."

The campaign booth was Riley's. Even though he wasn't an enrolled student at the academy, Fuaire had heard some about her from the other students he had interacted with at the festival. He had never met her before, but the game had caught his eye. With nothing else to do, he inquired after it. And by inquired we mean that he nonchalantly selected a paintball gun without saying a word and followed the lead of the few students who arrived before him.

PULL!