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He could already feel a burning in his hand, but the Igor pressed forward, and sometimes a bit diagonally for a moment before staggering backwards and pressing forward once more. No matter how much he tugged, the knife seemed to be stuck.

At least it didn't look like a very stormy night. Being hit by lightening on top of it all wouldn't have made for a good night.

Kashi's ears drooped and he could only bring himself to nod as the demon moved passed him. He sat back down on the couch and looked around at all that was left of the booth. In only a few minutes it seemed everything had gone so wrong. Kashi sighed and lifted a Barth plush off the ground, adjusted it's coat and dusted off it's hair.

"See how nicely you clean up?" He smiled at the plush for a moment then sighed again and tossed it beside him on the couch before leaning back and sinking into the soft furniture.

Owl didn't bother sitting down. She just stayed where she was, as close as possible.
She also thought that Pickles was super funny and was very tempted to press his nose.

Ta-daaaaa~! Boy, it sure was hard face painting when you only had a little bit of face to work with!

Colette had a short-lived mission. She went from Barth's booth to Christof's, left there completely demoralized to the wishing well for a very good reason, stopped at Count Chocula's abandoned booth for some much needed moments alone, and ended up right back at home base. Total number of goatees given? Two -- technically three with one left at Count Chocula's, but no one was actually there to take it. It was an ultimate failure.

The Grim Reaper was still dressed in her Barth outfit as she strolled up to the booth; however, she lacked the goatee this time and looked like nothing more than a girl who had stolen bits of his clothes. She did have an abnormally large Count Chocula button pinned to her chest though, and three Count Chocula plushies accompanied the slightly abused Christof one taking a ride in her cauldron-styled basket of goatees. The new plan was to comfortably sulk around the booth where considerably less denizens of Halloween Town wouldn't be able to see her and find her funny-looking like Christof had, but that went out of the window as she saw the booth.

"What the Jack happened here?!" No comfortable sulking for her. Fish guts, milk, flipped tables: the booth was just a huge mess, and no one was around. She didn't see Barth, Mandy, West, or Claire. Wasn't West supposed to be around to make sure nothing like this happened?! Colette looked at all the present visitors, suspicious of each. Especially the ones that weren't around when she left. Booths didn't end up this way on their own, and she wanted an answer.

Action, action, action! Drama and bustling everywhere, and the smell of varying qualities of foodstuffs and smoke? Knives and fish guts were strewn about and the booth that Simone had decided to approach first seemed to have definitely seen finer days what with being flipped over and all. She sniffed and waved a hand through the air in front of her face to help dispel the offending smells. Glancing around, the demoness couldn't pinpoint if anyone in particular was guilty of the mess or where the owners of the booth were exactly.

"That's an excellent question. What did happen here?"

A muffled squish sound emerged from under her boot causing Simone pull a face of distinct horror. "Ah, Bloody Mary..." She glanced down, lifting her left foot from a sizable pile of fishy entrails. "Yummy...." She groaned, wiping her sole uselessly on the floor. At least they weren't her best or favorite boots. Then it would have been a serious tragedy.

She looked to Colette. "The campaign for the presidency couldn't be getting this heated, could it?"

Where was Barth? He'd be able to explain what in the hell happened before she decided to saunter over. Lust sighed and withdrew a hair tie from somewhere in her bra and held it between her lips as she pulled her hair up into a loose bun.

Simone dropped her hands from fussing with her hair, several long twisty strands falling free of her attempt to get her locks away from the debris that was littering the area. "Barth, hey..." She said with an easy, if slightly embarrassed smile. "I've been around, if busy with a little of this and a little of that."

She looked over the carnage of the booth. "You aren't kidding." She murmured before looking back to the Sloth demon with vaguely furrowed brows. "You okay? I mean, what in the name of Jack happened here? Would you like to borrow my handkerchief? You look like you could stand to use it," She said with an little wave of her hands to show no offense was meant before dipping her index and middle fingers into her shirt to withdraw the neatly folded square of pristine white fabric from the convenience of her bra. If beyond saving, it wasn't a loss. She had a handful more back in her dorm. She grabbed a corner and shook it open before offering it Barth's way. "Don't worry about ruining it. It could always be washed or tossed if it is beyond help." Lust smiled a warm, helpful, if slightly quirked smile.