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Bea stared at the crude spelling at this campaign's banner. "Very charming," Bea nodded, "It seems like it was done on PURPOSE! ABSOLUTELY Genius!" Her eyes grew wider as a grin stretched across her face. Bea loved the theme. A peculiar old western theme? It was unique and innovative.

"Um, excuse me! Who's campaign is thi---" and before Bea could finish asking her question, she noticed a poster of a kitten? She puckered her lips while she stared at it.

VOTE CADY

"Hmmmmm" Distracted by the most delicious looking cakes and muffins. Perhaps, she'll have a muffin! Only... There were three different colored ones. Which to choose? Problem is, Bea doesn't really know what flavor they are. Strawberry? Orange and Blueberry? or maybe they all taste the same but with different food coloring?

Either way, Bea decided to go for the blue muffin.

There were many things Astra could not understand. Many things to which she found were full of mystery and weirdness. School was doing a good job of explaining some, but many still existed

A good example, was Why the jack was there a table falling on top of her from out of no where

She had been minding her own business, picking up one of the stuffed plushies to add to her collection when a table suddenly slammed down right in front of her. She screamed, stumbling back in pure fright and falling backwards, staring at the item as she sat there in shock

...hey, how come there was only part of-

Squish.

Cady wondered briefly what the rules were about eating students squished by tables, before bending obligingly to attempt to uncover the mystery victim.

Maybe there's be some good bits left uncrushed.

Cady was distracted from her clean up as she watched the spectre of not-Christof lumber straight into her punching bag. Huh. Did ramming it bodily count? She never thought to consider that, but her calculating stare was broken as she noticed the knife coming out of his head.

"There's a KNIFE coming out of your head. I don't think that's healthy, you know."

Maybe he couldn't see it. He did look awfully wall-eyed.

She wondered if he was dead, and his nerves just hadn't gotten the message. Or maybe Jericho had decided to set up another sword in the stone game, only this time using knives and people's brains.

He was covered in advertisements though. She decided an exchange of goods and services was in order. She plopped her sherrif hat atop the non-perforated portion of his head (was that a ribbon around that knife?), before spinning him gently to face what she was fairly certain was the booth with the cannons. Maybe real-Christof would show up to rescue his brother. If he decided to do brain surgery though, she definitely wanted to watch.

Maybe he'd let her take a lock of his hair. A ghoul could hope.

Now seriously, Roch thought, getting a bit irritated by this point. How many people wanted to relate to the public, anyway?

Oh, wait, she was running for a different office. "Public retaliations," he read on the sign. Was that where you got back at the public for being such morons? Oh well, she had a punching bag. That was at least worth playing with for a bit, right? He walked over to it, wondering why the thing made him want to hit it even harder... As it was he got a decent hit in and stepped back, looking over at the ghoul that was running the booth.

"Hey, how'd you get one that looks like you anyway? Cuz this'd be awesome if I could get a personalized on of--well, someone," he said. Visions of beating on his old man's blow up balloon floated through his head.