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^ today's layout of the balloons is like so. So now I roll my die.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Efflo sighed; it was that time of year again, when Halloweentown was overrun with hearts, candy and, he shuddered, lovey-dovey couples everywhere. Normally he’d spend the festival hidden away in his room or some place quiet (and wholly unromantic) on the grounds. But you can only spend so much time alone and to be perfectly honest, the undead boil was really starting to get sick of his own company.

So off to the festival it was! He made his way among the booths, glaring, as each one seemed to involve special someones and enjoy the company others. I mean, it was to be expected, of course, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He sighed again, about ready to turn around and head back to the sanctuary of his room when a booth caught his eye. ‘Haters’? That seemed appropriate… He approached the booth, wary of the equally unhappy looking minipets running it. Judging from their expressions that they weren’t keen on talking, Efflo quickly read over the rules and picked up his darts. Okay, so he just had to hit some balloons, seemed simple enough. Right?

Apparently not.


Balloons Hit:
Score Total: 1 - 2 = -1

Poppy approached the booth, red eyes widely entranced and fixated on the balloons. She wanted them. She needed them. If she didn't have them RIGHT NOW she was going to hold her breath until she dissipated!

The tiny Fire Imp jogged forward, stopping in front of the balloons. A hand reached up, trying to grab at the string of it.

>: d

Red could hardly believe herself. If anything, a Scarentines festival was among the last few places she wanted to be, or where she would show up. Normally, at least. This year she was actually looking forward to it. Red couldn't help but to scan the crowd as she walked, mulling over a couple of thoughts. First and foremost in her mind was --

The Haters booth jerked her attention away, calling her to come over to it and stand before it. A wide grin stretched itself across her face as she caught sight of the ones running the booth. After an unsuccessful choke to hide back the laughter, the professor erupted in laughter. She continued to laugh and laugh, eventually doubling over and clutching her stomach as she helplessly pointed at mini-Avery and mini-Pyre. Mini-Pyre especially, as every time the werewolf raised her head to look at her she nearly fell down laughing again.

Efflo stared. Blankly. It was like battle of the little creatures. It was weird. Add to the mix a laughing professor and the boil was starting to wonder if he’d made a horrible mistake.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

The Inugami had never cared for the idea of this festival called Scarentines, but for lack of anything better to do than set fire to the demon dorms, he'd dragged himself out to the grounds with an air of nonplussed aristocracy. It was almost ironic that the first booth he found himself ambling towards was the only one that seemed to be anti-scarentines. In fact, the point of the game seemed to be shooting hearts down. Curling his tail back and forth in amusement, he gave a pleasant smile to the booth runners, even though he doubted he would get any pleasantries in return.

"Ahh. Cute."

Of course, the adorable qualities lasted for about five seconds before others appeared and a small child seemed to want to try her luck throwing darts at the minipet runners themselves. Well. Alright then. Makoto stared blankly for a long moment, his attention wavering only for a brief moment to the green and black creature standing awkwardly to one side. Was that another student? "Hmm." He almost wanted to throw darts at the pony-boy instead. Almost.

Plucking darts from the table and considering the hazards of tugging on the booth runners ear for fun after the red-haired girl stopped trying to spear them through, the Inugami turned, considering the balloons curiously before aiming the first dart, dutifully ignoring the chaos going on in the background. After all, it couldn't be that hard, could it?

Of course, with the appearance of Maddy, he might or might not have aimed one or two for the cat's tail.

Hi, kitty.

Balloons Hit:
Score Total: 1 - 1 = 0 MAKOTO RLY.

As if a bucket of ice cold water was thrown onto her, the gym teacher suddenly stopped in her laughter to look up and stare at the mini-Pyre as she spoke. Almost immediately the teacher collapsed on the ground, laughing uproariously. Red ignored the strange and irate looks as passers by had to step around and sometimes over her flailing form as she continued to laugh.

Finally, Red began to wheeze as she dragged herself over to the booth, pulling herself up to stand before it. The students were ignored as the teacher reached out, risking being bit in order to smoosh mini-Pyre's cheeks together. "Aww, whossa cute widdle fiery pom-pom who wantsta burn my panties off?"