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Anthe padded quietly through the trees, wings dragging through the bracken, up to a little disgruntled looking man. She had heard that the school was having a carnival and wanted to check out the school that the clan was sending her. She had heard good things about the school, and wanted to see herself before taking the plunge. She took the pencil and elegantly transcribed her name on the list. She then took a pass and headed in to the colorful lights.

Holding her tail to avoid having it stepped on, Tsukiko fidgeted while she waited in line. The BotB event was fun, even though she had arrived late and didn't do much. Other than watch what was going on and get her head smacked by a poor swing... Part of her wished to avoid the crowds entirely, but she did have fun going to the festivities. It was another way for her to learn more about Ami... Ami... oh Jack. She forgot what the school's name was. Or was it how to say it? Shaking her head, Tsukiko moved on to the other thought. The feline goul she'd met at the booth, would she be here as well? And... what was her name... it began with an "L". Ooo, and what booths would there be during Fright Night?

Squeaking faintly and scurrying up to get her pass, she tried not to blush. She'd spaced out again and hadn't noticed the line had moved. Scribbling her name while trying to ignore the gnome's glowering, Tsukiko clutched the badge tightly and moved to a place that seemed less crowded where she fumbled with the badge before successfully putting it on.

Salbei had heard about this Fright Night for weeks now, and was admittedly curious (okay, VERY curious) about the event as a whole. Once he was able he headed in, of course going to sign in and grab himself a guest pass as he was supposed to.

He took a moment to look for a good place to put it, and eventually wrapped it a few times around his thin wrist for safe keeping. There, okay, he was checked in and his visit was official. Fantastic.

Now to go do stuff.

Iyari grumbled as she approached the check-in area. Jay had been so excited over it that she had managed to peak her own attention - only to have been ditched while busily working over a weapon. As per usual. She thought, though without any sort of malice given it was the truth.

Locked in her own thoughts she silently crept to the check-in area and grabbed a patch, throwing a curious look to the gnome before snorting. Scrawling over clumsily she left her name somewhat legible before attaching the badge to her person. With a flip of her head she moved her way into the free-for-all. She didn't know what to expect, but perhaps as Jay had said - it would be "fun".

The mothman's entry onto Amityville grounds would start off on a good foot. One just after the other; no broken ankles or fatal plunges through a trap in the ground beneath him as of yet.

Both of Phil's parents agreed to let him visit the Fright Night festivities at Amityville Academy, certain he'd turn tail and be back home within the hour. Contrary to their beliefs, the boil was doing rather well, approaching the sign-in booth cautiously.

Observing the gnome's habit of glancing over at some bushes, Phil's imagination began deconstructing the situation: were there things hiding in there waiting to ambush them? were the leaves made of some poisonous substance that would leave him incapacitated if he stared at them for too long? Best not to test that theory. Abruptly scribbling his name onto the pass, the boil moved on before the bushes could get the jump on him.

Maiko Impatiently waited her turn in line. She hated being new. Her arms were crossed with an unamused look on her face trying to act tough as always to hide the fact that she was new and clueless. She hated being clueless, matter of fact she was rarely ever clueless. She was intelligent and just as she always trained to get stronger she equally studied to get smarter. So not only was being new, a new experience to her, being clueless was to. So for the moment she was a very unhappy wolf demon. At any rate, she had heard about fright night and found it quite interesting so she signed her name and picked up her pass.

Manyara eyed the pen with utmost suspicion, clamping it between her teeth for a moment, testing its mettle. After a long moment - during which her teeth sank deeper into the pen - she nodded to herself and spat the pen free, scratching her name down almost as an afterthought. The guest pass received the same treatment, though it seemed less amenable to biting. With a huff, the Scavenger slung the pass around her neck and trotted towards the festival.

She was totally judging you it.

Although Tress was quite aware of the stigma against reapers in Halloweentown, she imagined she wouldn’t have fared much better had she looked any less human. She had managed to accept the anticipated reactions she would possibly recieve from other students participating in Fright Night at Amityville Academy. Having done that, she could avoid fussing over her appearance with the mindset that perfection wasn’t something she could achieve at this event. After all, there was no point in worrying over something she couldn’t change.

The tawny-haired reaper had donned Victorian-style garments as usual. These might have helped her fit in as, perhaps, a dated ghost of some sort – at least if her complexion hadn’t been so ruddy. The rosy blush of blood under her skin rushed to the extremities of her nose, ears, and cheeks as the cold wind against her face triggered the reaction. Her very-human freckles prominently stood out, somewhat ruining the intended effect of her black lipstick to make her look more pale. Nope; this one was the very picture of living flesh and blood.

She wondered if there would be other reapers there, though even if there were, she wasn’t sure she’d know how to interact with them. Teams, groups, and social interactions in general had never been her strong point. Tress was certain she was going to be awkward no matter what, but at least with those kind of expectations, what was there to fear? She doubted she could even disappoint herself if she tried, despite the usually high standards she set for herself and others. Confidence; that was the only air she needed to give off toward impressionable strangers.

Being without her weapon made Tress feel exposed and more vulnerable than ever, but what excuse did she have to be carrying around her hedge-trimmer at a place like this? Even as a visiting student from another academy, she could hardly imagine fooling anyone into believing she was doing any gardening. This place was in no need of landscaping. So, with a heavy sigh, the young reaper signed in her name and picked up a guest badge before entering the foreign territory of the festival.