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Seeing how she had done well for this booth, despite her lack of knowledge about Halloween trends, Ariane was back again. This time, she went with the same color scheme, but a different style... She was trying to make something "cute", but it wasn't turning out that well at all.



"And because this is not my style at all," She muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow at the outfit that she had put together from what was given. Remembering that she was in the golem of a male, she huffed, looking at the booth owner, "I should have done chic and cool. It's my style, not this."

Although she supposed that people could do worse... Like street fashion gone wrong, "She looks like she's wearing a jumpsuit made out of old bed sheets."

[Ariane is a gruff-sounding werewolf boil with dark brown fur, and stands almost 5 feet tall.

I HOPE YOU DO NOT MIND ME ENTERING FOR 3 THINGS IN ONE POST. :'D]

Harrison put another outfit together. This time he used black. But even that couldn't help it. There were a few great items, and a lot of really horrible ones.

It seemed like he'd picked up most of his color sense from spray paint cans.

He tried to class it up some with a scarf, but it just made it look like Scary Potter drawn with highlighters.

Score: 34

There were other people in her booth, people who needed to be spoken to and attended and complimented but Belladonna felt stuck, trapped with Yin and Amphi and this other siren. And the siren kept talking. It was maddening, but also scary because the witch could hear her flippant use of the present tense like Israfel was still alive and-- NO. Shut up right now and fix this. FIX THIS.
With a large wave of her hand the witch linked her arm with the siren's and as gently as she could yet still retaining a bit of force, ushered her over to the dress form.
"You did such an excellent job last time at this game, let's try another round! I'll even help!"
Hating to be forceful about this, or potentially rude, the witch offered the ghoul a warm smile. Not sure what else to do she waved at Amphi and Yin, hoping they could distract themselves for a moment.
"I know you don't know, or else you wouldn't be speaking of it, but... Some really awful things happened with Israfel and it would be best if we did not talk about them." The witch told the ghoul in a lowered, though understanding voice. Whatever strange thing Belladonna was thinking was impossibly, so it only stood that this creature just didn't know. And there was no sense in being rude to a ghoul who didn't know.

It just kept talking. About Miss Israfel. Dragging up painful memories. Forcing him to relieve seeing the ghoul be weaponized, even if he really did not catch on to the pronoun she was using.

Miss Amphitrite was there, but he could not even bring himself to greet her, a lump in his throat, pain in his eyes. He watched as Miss Belladonna Divine ushered the other off, and did not protest. Actually he did not say a single word, feeling as mute as the mermaid was.

Having heard she was going back to her booth, Mort immediately shuffled on in to try and figure out what was troubling the ghoul. Instead he found a cat and . . . instructions. Er. Jackdamn, Bells was fast.

Still, nothing a bit of searching on the interweb wouldn't fix! Finding one he thought would make her at least snort later, Mort wrote a quick note on the back: Think Binx would wear something like this if you asked?

He then ran a hand through his hair and shuffled on back out.

A cat in an outfit? Harrison didn't have any cats, but he had a lot of weird cat-looking critters. There had to be somewhere he could get pictures...

After some booth hopping (Desu's booth had that phone decorating stuff, and he was sure he'd seen a photobooth at JD's place...) and a little ingenuity, he returned with the requested cat picture.

"Hope it isn't too late," he whispered to the glowing cat, "on account of her needing cheering up and all." Even if she hadn't cared for his outfits much, she'd still been generous with the tokens.

A thankful wave was given to the Djinn for his picture, along with a quick, "Oh, its never too late for a cute cat!". She smiled at him, glad to have at least a few funny pictures. The one from Mort made her laugh out loud, a sound that startled her since things had gone so dreary.

As for the siren...
"Sol? What a lovely name..." Idly the witch grabbed up an article of clothing from the box, a simple shirt that she tied into knots simply for something to do. A long moment passed where she just stared at the knots, fingers quickly coaxing the sleeves back from being tied up. Yin had come and gone from the booth, so there wasn't any real worry about him overhearing their conversation. At least, not for the moment. With such a busy little mantis as he, and with such horrid timing, it seemed likely he might return at any moment. At least Jackb seemed able to distract the boil for a few moments, and the witch idly glanced back at the cat god before she looked back at Sol's feet.
"I won't tell you because its bad enough that whatever happened to him involves bad people who would destroy you given half the chance... And honestly, I don't trust you." The witch took a deep breath and quickly began to unbutton the front of the shirt. "That is not to say I am trying to be rude or anything of the sort... It is simply that... Almost no one can be trusted nowdays. You seem very kind and I hope you understand." The buttons had been quickly fixed back and Belladonna finally looked at the ghoul, a neutral expression on her face. "That is not a very good answer, I know. I will at least tell you that the bad people have him on their side now." Even that felt like too much information, but it was already out there, already spoken with no way to take it back.

As a reward for honoring Sol's curiosity, the witch tilted her head a little to the siren, her expression veering toward mild interest.
"Where did you meet Israfel, if you don't mind my asking?" A small, friendly smile was given, something that would help coax the ghoul into giving a better answer. After all, Belladonna really did want to treat this darling creature with a level of respect while still able to protect her own interests... But that use of the present tense still rankled, still sat in the back of her mind and shouted for attention. Yet she only smiled and continued to fiddle with the shirt, though she didn't bother putting it on the dress form or do anything else with it.