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Calder looked up, hopeful. "Really? So, he's coming back to me? But...How long do I have to wait? I don't want to be old when we have kids." He would have frowned at the idea if he wasn't already frowning.

Calder blew his noise once more, seeming to calm down but not looking any better. His perfectly white complexion was splotching, wet, and his eyes were already turning red. He also looked a bit ill now. No sleep or eating had worked against him for these past 2 days.

"So, what should I do? Should I send a search party? A detective? I can make posters. I at least know his first name and what he looks like. Should I do that to be safe??" He didn't know! He needed someone smart like Barth to give him advice. Surely he had to know something!

Simone caught Barth's look and nodded. Quickly slapping the goatee onto the back of one of her hands, she cast a little glance Colette's way before making her way over to the couch. "Hey, yeah. Barth is right." She said down right gently as she took a seat on the armrest after brushing it off to make sure the worst of the gook was gone. She reached over and rubbed Calder's back.

She looked to Mandy with a little surprised blink. Hopefully her oh-so tactful advice wouldn't set him too far back now that he was just starting to look calm...ish.

"A search team and a private detective might be a bit much and rather costly. If you want to start somewhere, you could try asking around to see if anyone has seen him or, if not, at least heard where he was. I mean, if you think I could help, I'd be willing to go around with you and ask. I'll bet there are plenty of people willing to help you out." She sighed and angled her head, reaching her hand up to now comfortingly pet his hair. "It'll be okay, Calder. If you want to start finding answers, calming down so that you can clearly get your questions and such across will be a good start, yeah?"

Love life? Colette didn't have a single word in that chapter other than nonexistent, and if that was what came of it, she was sure she was fine just where she was. No one felt that way about her, and she was satisfied with the idea she didn't feel that way about anyone else.

With everyone going to handle the distressed Kelpie situation, it felt like a good idea to just leave. She couldn't do anything. Colette held onto her goatee cauldron's handle and left to wander to anywhere but here. Somewhere much less uncomfortable, without drama about love.

Making an admirable effort to keep from stomping and grumbling, West approached Barth and Mandy's campaign booth for the second time. It was clear he had gone off somewhere to change, most likely his dorm, because instead of the suit he had been wearing he now looked much less menacingly security-conscious in a t-shirt and jeans. Despite his initial reluctance to clean up post-mysterious-table-flip, after seeing the drop bear quietly reorganizing the booth West trudged off, returning with some more towels a couple of minutes later.

"Bet I can clean faster'n you," he muttered, but it was clear his heart wasn't in it.

Needle was, as always, the first one to arrive on the scene. Granted she was walking only a step or two ahead of her near-identical twin, but it was her bare feet that touched the festival grounds from under the ground-length dress she wore. There were so many things to look at! So many things. Needle wanted to look at and do all the things. Luckily, she was patient; her sight kind of made it impossible to do any looking in a short amount of time.

"Fascinating." The Young Engraver breathed out in awe, her ink stained fingers fidgeting with the end of her sister's sash; apparently, the best way to convince Lattice to attend at a decent pace was to drag her, and that was exactly what the near-expressionless ghoul had done. "Games and...Campaigns!" That word she could pick out easily; it was on almost every booth! "I wonder what they are campaigning for!" She murmured in a low, even tone to her sister, forcing the red-glad Engraver to focus more on the festival than on a certain letter she had received earlier in the week.

They had stopped in front of a booth, a messy one of her poor excuse for vision could guess. With the mask on, it was a little more difficult to pinpoint where she was looking; but for a certainty she was staring at the banner, trying to figure out what the odd colour splotches were.

It...It had to be writing, right?! Oh this was so exciting!

"A delightful idea, my lovely Sister!" She said, her tone still low and even. Needle moved forward, her stained and bruised hands still gripping the tattered end of Lattice's blue sash. The ghost ghoul shuffled forward as fast as she dared, eagerly and fearlessly approaching the first actually (somewhat) moving person-shaped blurr she could find.

"Pardon our interruption," Clearly the blue-dressed, red-sashed Engraver spoke for both herself and her twin. "But may we enquire as to what this booth is for?" Apparently, neither of them could read very well. Damn you, paint! Damn yooou.

The scareling turned around, and their identity instantly clicked. Those tattoos! She recognized them easily; it was her business, after all.

"Petro." Needle said pleasantly, the ghostly hint of a smile on her lips. "My goodness, we seem to be making a habit of running into each other." Suddenly, this trip was instantly better! Not only did they know the boil, but he was a student! She would have to remember to talk to him later, to see if she could persuade him to keeping an eye on Lattice in her stead. The ink embedded in Petro's skin made it easy to determine who he was looking at, which brought to light a little mixup.

"I beg your Pardon, but..." She wasn't sure how easily he would take to the correction, but it was one that had to be made! "I am Needle." The ghoul corrected, gesturing towards herself. The ghostly hint of a smile remined on her lips, and there was something in her voice that seemed amused; but outside of that, there was little expression shown.

"Student Elections...Interesting! A pity there are no battles, that would be a fascinating event to spectate." Not...that she could spectate easily, mind you! But spectate nonetheless. She looked over her shoulder at her twin, releasing the blue sash to instead take Lattice's hand, urging her to stand beside her. Lattice needs to know this! Plus she was curious, too. "How does one Elect a student? What are the prizes for being elected?"