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The music played over the set-up-speakers dims as a familiar voice rings out:

Most Recent Interview:
RILEY FOR PRESIDENT


One prospective president down, three to go. Enzo flipped through his notebook before stuffing it back into his jacket pocket.

His journey was cut short by the smell of cake, the force of which sent him smoothly pivoting on his heal mid-stride to saunter his way over. "Well hey there, ladies, where you been all night?" And promptly began stuffing his face, happily dipping to the beat of a tinny drift of music up from the radio on the contraption hanging from his shoulder.

There had been some technical troubles bringing the Fitness Booth to life, but once it was up and running, and there were boils working on both ends, Riley was free to return to her booth to check on it. When she walked by, she heard the music first. It caught her attention for all of one second, until she realized the boil in front of her booth was devouring her cakes at an alarming speed. There was a flare of anger that she quickly stamped down, reminding herself that these treats were to share. To share, Riley.

But still, he did not look like he was going to stop anytime soon. So she brushed her fingers against his back, tapping them lightly to get his attention.

I take it you approve of the pastries that my friend has created for me for this event, my friend? Her voice was tight, but friendly, retaining the calm and charisma she needed to ignore the fact that he was eating her cakes.

At the touch, the little reaper straightened up immediately, turning with an alarmed expression before instantly his dark eyes darted down to the curve of purple breasts and he grinned widely, "Weeeeell, if it aint-" He quickly swallowed, and as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, several roaches leaped off to snatch up what crumbs he missed, "Pardon- well if it aint the tentacledame I been lookin' for! So, Pidge, you gotta' moment?" He offered out a hand excitedly, "Enzo, Enzo Valentino, I believe we met before. Mighta' heard of me as the Rat Man, eh?"

Riley took Enzo's hand, noting the cockroaches with a sharp glare and gently moving him away from the booth as she held him. It's a pleasure to meet you, Enzo. I regret I haven't heard that nickname, but I'm sure I'll hear of it again soon. I have all the time in the world, for you. As long as he kept the cockroaches away from her pastries, she silently omitted.

The ghoul who was not so subtly trying to point out the use of the cakes in her game made her expression soften with amusement. Her eyes crescented and she gave the ghoul a tiny nod. That is their main purpose, yes. But you can also eat them as they are, if you wish. My dear friend Xiu's support in this campaign was to create these delicious pastries for me - I'm sure they are worth a try. She appreciated the effort the ghoul was giving, though.

As you can see, the booth is practically taking care of itself. Riley murmured to Enzo as others tried out her cauldron concoction creator. So, what is it I can help you with today?

"Atta'girl!" He beamed, immediately swinging his load around to unlatch a microphone from the contraption before fiddling with a few buttons, "I'm from the Radio Club, been interviewing the contenders of the elections. Just lookin' for some good sound bites, babe." He didn't give her time to protest, and with the flip of a switch, they were Live, and the music at his hip dimmed and cut off. "You're listenin' to RA66.6 and the Rat Man, live from Fright Night's floor! We've got Miss-" He glanced up to the banner for a quick reminder, "Riley here, a lovely number all in violet, ready to burst here with us tonight! So you're goin' up for re-election, it seems!" The microphone was then pointed over to the mind-flayer eagerly.

Riley's pleasant, confident demeanor faltered the moment she heard him say the word radio. She lifted one finger to point out the issue, but Enzo's quick talking had her on the air before she could remind him of the problem.

The microphone jutted out in front of her flat, featureless face, and she stared at it for a second, before flickering her gaze up to him. A single eyebrow rose up slowly, waiting for it to sink in..

...Nope. He wasn't getting it.

Ah. She hesitated, before pushing the microphone away with one hand. Enzo, I speak through the mind. Unless you want me to scream my thoughts into the minds of every student in Amity.. She wasn't even sure she could do that. Sounded like fun, though.

Perhaps, you could translate for me?

The dead air was soon filled by Enzo's quck sputtering, "I- wait- oh well aheheh, Sorry, listeners but due to our guest's er... more psychic like nature, and er... lack of actual mouth she'll need a bit of a hand-" He gestured for her to quickly tell him what to say. "Must be hard neckin' with that thing- or do you end up doin' it in more of a literal sense?"

Well, this was a first. Damn. He could still make this work.

This time, both of Riley's eyebrows shot up. His first question was about her methods of..

Enzo. Her voice commanded sharply. Perhaps your listeners are more interested in my campaign goals for my second term as president, and not.. Oh, who was she kidding. Said listeners were probably far more interested in how she kissed than how she led the Student Council. My method of kissing involves stimulating the limbic system in the cerebral cortex to induce a state of pleasure. Happy?

She folded her arms and waited, clearly looking forward to hearing him repeat that.

Translating for a Telepath. He could make this work.

"What's that.... she is entering my mind, listeners, I can feel her tentacles in my brain and ooooh~ Miss Pres Elec, I just aint that kinda' boy. Bank's Closed, toots, but we really aught to be concentratin' on your campaign- I can take a check though, Pidge."

Riley's eyes flashed a dangerous red color, and her hands slowly reached up, ready to wrap around Enzo's neck. Killing someone live on the air might not go over well with the voters, but perhaps just this once they would forgive her..

The soothing sounds of Roch's guitar may have saved Enzo's life. She paused, and turned when she heard it, visibly relaxing as an idea came over her.

Your translating days are done, Enzo. Roch, may I borrow you for a moment?

"Huh? Sure! If I get some cupcakes afterwards," Roch said cheerfully, heading over to her. He hadn't picked up on the red eyes.

Darnit. He woulda enjoyed that.

Riley's arm slid affectionately under Roch's as she pulled him close, and introduced him to Enzo. I am being interviewed, on the radio. She stressed the last word, to explain why she needed his help. I could use your help translating. When he asks me a question, will you tell him my answer?

She gave Enzo a careful look, and then nodded. You may continue, if you dare.

Enzo's brows furrowed, the humor leaving his face as Riley called in reinforcements. He covered the microphone, "Wet blanket."

To the microphone he sighed dramatically. "APPARENTLY, Miss twisty-tentacles don't approve of my translatin'."

In response to his insinuation about her tentacles, they crept up on Enzo, twisting around his arms. She looked composed, as if she didn't notice their intrusion, and continued forward with the interview.

Please tell Enzo that I am looking forward to serving the student body for a second term as president of the Student Council, and if re-elected, I want as much input from every student as I can collect, in order to ensure that this coming year is exceptionally enjoyable for each and every one of you.

She paused, and gave Roch a mischievous glare.

You can say it in a way you think sounds nice to you, if you like. As long as there's no inappropriate content.

"I'll try t'keep myself from cursin," Roch replied. "Riley's an awesome president--she goes to the people and gets their input, hell--" he stopped, shrugging at her sheepishly, "back when I was just startin' here she came t'me and asked what I thought needed changed in the school t'make it a better place for me. She'll do that for everyone else, too," he summed up.

Then he looked at the tentacles on Enzo, wondering just what she was going to do to him.

The sound of rustling fabric and a few muttered profanities drowned out a good portion of Roch's words, but the general content was still there. It was difficult to aim the microphone when your arms were suddenly constricted. He gave a laugh and a rat slipped out of the collar of his coat, scurried down his shoulder, across a tentacle, and to his hand to haul the microphone up for him and aim it appropriately, "Well, hey now, I've had ghouls unable t'keep their hands off me, but tentacles, now that's new, Purp." There was panic in his eyes, but somehow he kept a smile on his face and his voice relatively level.

The rat served a second purpose - Riley's tentacle retreated, though it managed to scurry up far enough to not fall before she pulled away. She squeezed Roch's arm fondly. That was very sweet of you to say. I'm glad I have you here to help me.

Enzo's constant innuendos and nicknames were not wearing her down. Riley continued surging forward despite how absolutely inane and one sided the conversation seemed to be. I have some new plans for events in the future, if I am to be elected, that will hopefully conjure up more of a camaraderie between students and enhance the ties we form in our short time here at the Academy. After all, the bonds we make here last a lifetime - they must be strong, and plentiful.

She turned to Roch once more, and nodded, effectively waiting for him to translate.

"Riley says she's got a lot of plans for events and things that'll make closer ties between students while we're here--" Roch said, then looked at her curiously, wondering how long she planned to stay a student. Figuring he'd ask her later, he went on--

"Seein' as the close friendships are probly what keep us alive more often than not," he summed up--not really sticking to the script. "Er, the whole 'ties that last a lifetime...' y'know, which is longer if y'got help makin' it through the field trips.

"Rightly said, rightly said! Well, looks like that's all the time we have, but it was CERTAINLY a pleasure, Riley-cakes. Let's do this again sometime soon. You're listenin' to RA66.6 and the Rat Man's signin' out." A switch flicked and the music bubbled up again, tinny and old but in Enzo's opinion, still hoppin'. "That was fantastic! Bet they ate that up. Love a candidate with a sense a' humor," He grinned, brushing his arms off where the tentacles had squeezed before scooting closer to her to casually tuck something between her cleavage, leaving a few roaches in his wake. "A little somethin' for your troubles, Pidge. Roch-man." He tipped his hat before promptly bolting before he was torn limb from limb.

Riley tore Enzo limb from limb-

Drat. She started to pluck cockroaches and the token he'd left out of her cleavage as she watched him make his escape before she could even get a piece of a limb. He got away.



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