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"Nice guess but you missed one!" handing a token to the new ghoul.

"Oh, Jack I only have one token left." Bea held the last token in the air.

"THE NEXT PERSON WHO GETS AT LEAST ONE ANSWER RIGHT IN THE FOOD GAME, GETS THIS LAST TOKEN!"

"YOU GET THE LAST TOKEN! CONGRATULATIONS!" she shouted at the... boil? Whatever, she had given away all her tokens for once. This was a great feeling.

Mort rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled in response. "Errr not really, no. Biggest party ever went to 'fore Amityville was LAN party." But it had been a swaggin' LAN party, man, with pizza, chips, soda, sugar, so many games . . . He was not ashamed to admit it, especially since socially speaking Mort had as much swagger as a penguin.

"I, er, do like ideas have up so far though!" he went on to say. "'Specially food stuffs. 'Ve got, er , suggestion box back at booth can rifle through too. A-Anything to get minds off've things with the Hunters, y'know?"

Mayaa looked at the scooper in one hand and the bowl in the other hand.
Then she stared into the pool.

"Ok, I can do this..."

She reached down, trying to scoop one up, but as the scooper touched it, the cephalto quickly propelled itself away, making Mayaa nearly lose her balance.

"It's delightful," replied Sparrow cheerfully. "Just how I would imagine the perfect Public Relations booth to look. And I would love to join in some of your games - hey, Morton," he added, giving a wave to the boil Bea was speaking too.

He stepped over to the eye-scream table, and gingerly picked up a scoop.

It almost got away, but at the last second Sparrow managed to scoop up the little cephalato, and he stepped back, triumphant.

What was a - Ghoul. "S'only best way t'play video games ever!" Mort enthused. "Picture it: group've friends, multiple systems, one house, n' one looooong night've food, fun, n' energy drinks." Lots and lots of energy drinks.

He nodded and lost the smile as Bea whispered. "M'hoping can make plans t-to add security," he added in a low tone back. "They're coming from somewhere. Intend to find out what scraghole it is so can plug it up n' then some." His time among the horseman might have started pushing him to consider more extreme methods of dealing with their infestation issue.

While Morton wasn't his name, it was definitely enough to make the zomboil perk. "Mrr? Oh! Sparrow, hey." The second the reaper moved to do the cephalato game, however, Mort was quick to put a little extra distance between them; he didn't want more water on him kthnxno. Doing so let him avoid the accidental splatter at least, long enough to notice a game he had missed.

"How're the birds? Still causin' havoc?" he asked as he wrote his name on the pearl and tossed it into the bowl.

Ingrid was just dropping another pearl with her name on it for a day again, but since the ghoul just gave her something, she looked back after dumping the pearl into it's bowl.



After really knowing what it is, Ingrid's face was deep cherry red. Underwear for girls in public? For free? " Ummm... O - okay... ", she said, taking the bra from the ghoul's hand (even though it's probably not her size), and quickly stuff it in her pockets. But still, her pockets doesn't really fit the bra, so the bra is still mostly visible. She looks at her flat - chest. " Err.... Are you sure that'll fit in for... These? ".