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"It was! I don't think I'd been to a carnival before." Estel tried, without much success, to straighten the crown on her head. She rose up on her tiptoes (and two inches in the air) to read the piece of paper over Llyr's shoulder.

Another wisteria plossom! Estel crouched down, lifting up the tablecloth. She unwound the tail of the lotus blossom plossom from her wrist and put it on one of the pillows, scooping out a wisteria plossom instead to hand over to Llyr.

"Here you go!"

"Estel, colourful creature, I see you have settled into the school," Amarus greeted the ghoul, upon arriving at her somewhat ramshackle booth. "Could you not, ah, have found a cloth with fewer holes? Perhaps Miasma could see to an alternative textile... though you have worked hard, I am sure," Amarus said. She was, in some weird way, almost matronly in her concern for the ghoul she'd greeted as a ghost RA.

"It is very brave of you to campaign for a position in your first year, I approve of your mettle," Amarus said, nodding her head, bells ringing. "Would you like a spookie? I am visiting all the candidates-- I am, you see, running for Vice President... naturally, I would appreciate it if you kept me in mind," she said, with a sly smile.

"The spookie is just a snack, though, no small print involved--" Amarus leaned in, almost conspiratorially, to whisper in her soft voice: "after all, we are not demons," she said, and laughed as she withdrew.

"Please feel free to visit me, or call upon me should you need my aid." Amarus paused to admire the plossoms. She did so love plants.

"Hi, Amarus!" Estel smiled, waving as she greeted her RA, glowing faintly golden in embarrassment as the tablecloth was brought up. "Yes, please," she said in response to the offer of the spookie - she certainly didn't intend to turn down free food.

Estel smiled. "I'll be coming around to visit the other ones in a little bit! Thanks for stopping by, and good luck!"

She turned to greet Alpinely, waving with a smile. "Hi, there."

"They're fluffier than you'd think." Estel smiled down at Shiki. "Yeah, please do."

She held the tablecloth up a bit to coax a bluebell plossom out, passing it into Shiki's hands. "Here you go."

"Oh!" Estel laughed. "Well, I guess maybe those two don't want to be separated." She smiled. "I'm Estel! What's your name?"

"Nice to meet you, yeah? You're an applicant? Well, I hope you're accepted!" Estel remembered filling out the forms herself and how long she'd spent worrying about whether or not the school would have her.

"No, no, it's okay. They're all yours now. They're young, so they don't have names yet..."

Trisha took a little time to go visit the other booths. She had brought along a few ribbons with her figuring that Creeple might like them. At this booth she stopped. She liked the slogan. It was straight forward and simple. and she like the idea of a voice even though it seemed the ghoul didn't talk much herself.

"Estel. Hello, I am Trisha." She put on a smile for the ghoul. "I love your stockings by the way. " Trisha very much was in appreciation. She loved colorful things and those stalkings were just gorgeous. where did the ghoul get them. Could she find some ribbons colored like that? Trisha really would like a something like that for an event.

"I'm running for Vice president. I would love to work with you. You have an interesting sense of style wait... are those plossoms?" Trisha dipped her head under the table a bit to look at all the pretties. They looked sooo comfortable under there. How adorable. "They are!"

Trisha didn't think she could vote being a runner herself but she could defiantly advertise a little. She took one of the slips and pulled out one with a word on it. Sunflower. "Where did you get them all anyway. It looks like some got into your closet and had a small breeding explosion in there. Anyway. You are clearly a ghost ghoul, so I think...." she reached into her bag and pulled out a blue ribbon. "I think this should go on your table." Trisha offered the ghoul a ribbon.

Ruth visibly perked when she came across Estel's booth. It was simple and minimalistic in its decoration, both qualities near and dear to the blonde reaper's heart. And... again with the Voice thing. The bright cheer she felt earlier quickly dimmed down to neutral calm.

Silence was Golden, didn't anyone remember that adage? Oh but that was alright, more creeple speaking meant she had someone to speak on her behalf, thus enabling her to avoid the obligation altogether. That wasn't too bad come to think, she decided.

With a better opinion of the slogan, Ruth walked up to the ghoul and pointed at the pad of paper beside the suggestion jar.