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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:18 am
Christof, ever the helpful igor, seemed to know just what to do to calm the ghoul down. A plushie, how splendid. And she would leave advertising Riley's booth, to boot!
Christof, you continually impress me today. Thank you again. He was certainly having a very good day, when it came to making smart decisions. She was proud to see it.
A familiar face and a new one both presented themselves, and Riley's expression warmed. Petro, it's so wonderful to see you here. Let me get you a .. a .. She considered a shirt, but no - he would not wear it. She considered a hat, but the spikes.. she considered a plushie, but that would be silly..
So there was nothing left but the pin.. and the question would be..
A pin, if we can find a good place to put it. She gave the newcomer a welcoming nod, and held out a flyer for him. My name is Riley - welcome to my campaign booth.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:30 am
"Thank ye." Marosa inclined his head towards the ghoul and took the flyer carefully, glancing it over curiously. He was interested in the way he spoke to her.
"Ah'm Marosa. Nice t'meet ye." What kind of creature was she? Her type looked vaguely familiar, and he fluttered his wings in thought before flattening them against his back. "Ah don't mean t'sound rude, ah'm just wonderin' what ye are, lassie." An eyebrow was raised in curiosity.
She was pretty neat looking.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:41 am
Once he had taken the flyer, and given her his name in return, Riley held her hand out, palm upwards, for a shake. Curiosity killed the cat, you know. She murmured approvingly. So it's always welcome with me. I am an Illithid, a mindflayer. Our kind communicate telepathically, as I am doing with you right now. But don't worry. Her eyes crinkled slightly at the edges. I can't read your mind.
It had come up a few times, most notably with West - people seemed to automatically assume she was traversing their memories during simple pleasant conversation. She had better things to do.
Like run a campaign booth, for instance.
Are you considering joining Amityville? It's a fine school.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:47 am
Marosa eyed her hand carefully, avoiding it. "Ah'm sorry, touching is... a wee issue fer me." He inclined his head in a proper manner, however, giving due respect to the handshake. He smiled at her words to reading his mind, giving a shrug to it. "Ah'm a Gancanagh, after all. Iffin ye know what that is." It was only fair, since she stated what she was.
"Ah'm not really worried aboot mind readers... I kin take care of me'self." He folded up the campaign paper and put it into a pocket in his kilt, giving another nod.
"Aye. I am verrah interested in this school. It just depends on iffen it's interested in me."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:04 am
"Good to see y' too, Riley," The horse boil smiled warmly as he further took in the sight of the booth and all its trappings. "A pin, y' say?" he looked thoughtful for a moment, spotting from the corner of his eye Marosa and the wave. He gave the other boil a quick nod of his head before brown eyes fell upon the loincloth wrapped securely (Tro made certain of it this time, after that rather revealing display back at the Picnic area) around his waist. "Don't right mind if y' let me put the pin here," he gestured to his hip.
Hearing the other boil's issue on touching, Petro gave Marosa a sympathetic grin, "Never heard of y'r kind, but y' meet all sorts here at school,"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:07 am
Riley's hand pulled back immediately, nodding her head to indicate she understood. Of course, I completely understand. A Gancanagh, you say? Riley's eyes clouded over for several seconds, as if she suddenly wasn't listening, before they focused sharply back on the boil before her. She hadn't heard of Gancanagh's personally, but consulting the hivemind gave her enough to go on. Ah, of course. Now I understand. Very interesting species. It is an honor to meet one for the first time.
She turned around to rest her eyes on the towering shadow of the school in the distance, and chuckled. Yes, of course. I suppose the first step is always the hardest, is it not? But worth it to perservere. Well. Turning back to him, she waved a hand at her stocked booth. Please, feel free to take any of the offerings this booth has, as a memento of your visit. And, should you enroll, please consider voting for me as your next president.
She walked around the booth, so she could stand behind it again, and faced him from there.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:20 am
Marosa smiled back at Petro. "Maybe that's a wee good thing."
He glanced curiously at Riley's reaction, a bit floored. Honored? That was the first time he'd heard that. It was... a very good feeling, to feel honored. His father had never done anything like that.
Of course, his father was just like he was, so that was a given.
Nonetheless, it definitely showed on his face that that statement had made his day.
"Thank ye. I will do so." He looked over the plushies, smiling a bit wider at them. They were pretty cute. But which to choose?
"Can... ah have one of each?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:51 am
I have no problem with it, Petro. Riley responded, and handed him a pin. If you need help getting it on, let me know.
She collected one of each plushie, looking regretfully disgusted at the Andeon plushie, before placing them on the booth next to one another for Marosa. Of course you may. Granted, I think you should rather burn this one than keep it, but who am I to judge? She gently fixed the shirt on the Riley plushie, before pushing them forward. I may have a bag for you to put them all in, if you'd rather that then carrying plushies in your hands for the rest of the day.. let's see..
She bent slightly, disappearing to look under the booth, and let out a small noise when she found one. Ah, here we go..
Stuffing all of the plushies in a bag, she set it down on the table for Marosa to take. Enjoy them.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:57 am
Marosa smiled wider. "Aye, yours is a mite prettier. This'un's got scars on the face." He still wanted to keep it for a momento, but he could see Riley's point very easily. He just didn't know the backstory.
He took the bag and clutched it tightly, positively beaming now. He almost looked radiant.
Well, he was a fairy...
"Thank ye very much." He then glanced to the pins, taking two of them; the first one labeled "RELY ON RILEY", and the second one labeled "Lil Cthulhu for Vice President".
He pinned them both to the bottom flap of his kilt, right next to his kilt pin. One above the other.
Marosa wanted to stay and chat a little bit still, or at least listen to the conversations... so he found a wall and became chums with it. At least, one close enough he could still hear and be a part of the conversation with them still.
"So... what's with th'cannon?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:16 am
Splendid, and he was wearing the pins as well. Publicity was always welcome. Hence the cannon. Speaking of which..
It's a game, actually. My friend Christof here shoots the cannon, and you use one of our paintball guns to try and target the cannon cat that comes flying out of it. If you win, you get to take home one of these lovely stars or sugary treats - which, I am led to believe, grow into pets after a bit of time and care.
She patted Christof on the shoulder gently, before stuffing a cannon cat plushie into the cannon.
It's free for all to play, as many times as you like. You simply ask Christof to pull.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:20 am
Petro accepted the pin from the mind flayer, however he was going to have to decline her offer to help with putting it on him. While he wasn't particularly shy about anyone seeing him bare it all, that area was still sensitive for a boil. It was when he began to adjust his loincloth that the other boil mentioned the cannon. Huh. Tro was wondering about that as well, and as he finished piercing his cloth, he spotted some familiar-looking stars.
"What're those?" he asked a little nervously. They looked surprisingly similar to the ones he'd found some time ago. Sure, the gem had a different color than the ones he had but he couldn't help but wonder if they too were...
There was a sudden rustle of cloth as from somewhere behind him he caught wind of something fast approaching. It swooped down, almost grazing against Petro's feet and just before it could collide with the ground, it sharply swerved back upwards, causing the loincloth to flap from the movement. Gently landing on the booth's table was another star. To those who hadn't been paying any particular attention, the star looked as if it had leapt right out of Petro's loincloth. ((Rainbow Charge SE is now for Nio to do with as she please :3))
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:00 am
Those are some of the prizes for the cannon game. I believe they grow into a pet of some sort, and they seem very popular. I felt it only appropriate to give them away.
Riley missed the sudden addition to her stock, and, should someone else play the cannon game, they might easily pick up that particular star instead of the ones she had originally placed on the table.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:55 pm
Smiling, Calder headed over to Riley's booth, surprised to see it had recovered and was now up and running. Calder wished he had Riley's sort of crew to fix up his own booth, but that was another matter. A far, distant, tiny matter miles away on another planet. Calder was thinking only of Cade right now, and squeezed the boil closer beside him as they moved up to the booth, looking around for Christof.
"We're holding elections for Student Council right now during the festival. I'm going for Treasurer, my friend Christof is going for Secretary, and my friend Barth is going for President. This booth is just Riley's booth, but Christof worked here a lot." Calder said as he moved up to the booth and looked around. Where was that Igor.
Calder then settled his eyes on a cannon that was set out and frowned. "Maybe I should ask if these guys saw any gnomes around here." He said, pointing to the cannon. Still, if it wasn't for that cannon-blasted gnome, he might still be hiding in his booth instead of escorting Cade.
"Is Christof around?" He asked, looking about.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:14 pm
Relaxing some, Christof had gone back to huddling by the make-shift cannon. The blasts really were rattling it's bolts... it was the sturdiest parts he could find at short notice, but while it handled small stuffed animals fairly well, a gnome, apparently, pushed it's limits. It would hang on, though, with love and care. At the sound of his name, he suddenly resurfaced, smudged with soot but feeling rather accomplished, overall, giving the kelpie a wave from where he sat.
Head too full of screaming cats and falling gnomes, he didn't notice his friend had company.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:26 pm
Such an elaborate booth! Bea became instantly attracted to the pleasing decor. Not to mention that loud sound coming from the cannon. She spectated the students around her, mingling, playing games and taking some swag. She grinned to the sight of so much activity. But who's campaign booth is this? The posters made it painfully obvious. She took a moment to read Riley's mission statement, and was quite intrigued by it. Never been in the academy before, Bea was concerned about her place at the school. Being a new student in new surroundings, seeing new people and having new experiences can be quite unnerving as to what to expect..
Bea noticed a patchwork boil tending to the booth's cannon. But where is this Riley?
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