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Levia's exploration of the fair grounds had led her to a rather strange sight. The sheer oddity of the flipped tables before her instantly set her curiosity aflame, and the grombie shambled gingerly around the desks towards the nearest group she could find, "Might I ask as to the purpose of.."

Were they still desks if they were upside-down? Or were they attempting to create rafts? Beds? She went with the more generalized and neutral response, "The wood?" Not that that would have made much more sense.

Cuinn glanced back and forth between Zen and Gracie a few times, trying to figure out their relationship to each other. The unfamiliar ghoul was clearly a reaper. She also was not wearing a skull pin. That meant she was a prospective student just like him. The dog spirit wagged his tail as she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you, Gracie,” he purred politely. “My name’s Cuinn. This festival indeed has waaaay too many fish…” He cocked his head to one side. “What are you moving the tables around for?”

The canine stumbled slightly when Zen bowed. Fortunately he was only leaning on the skeleton as a friendly gesture, and therefore kept his balance. “What brings you to the festival, Mr. Monk?” To be honest Cuinn was not really sure what Zen’s gender was. He simply assigned a male pronoun to the undead because he did not know its name and needed something to address him by.

A short growl and the sound of a kick drew Cuinn’s attention away from Zen and Gracie. When he spotted Rykier, the canine raised a brow. My, my. Another person he knew. He had, by sheer random chance, encountered two acquaintances in the same place. How unusual!

Like a puppy meeting his owner, the ghost padded over to the feminine hippogryph. For the first time, he managed to resist the urge to grab the poor boil’s pink hair. “Hello hello! Fancy running into you here.” He gestured to the group that was quickly forming behind him. “I see you survived the Haunted House. <3 Why don’t you say hello to-“

THUD. Someone ran smack into Ry. Blinking in surprise, Cuinn craned his head around to see who the culprit was. Mo. Mo. Hah, this was growing ridiculous. He had come to the flipped table area for some peace and quiet. Instead, he had run into half of the people he knew. Wait. That gave him an idea!

Cuinn could tell at first glance that the feline was still nervous around him. She would probably run away if given the chance. He was not about to let that happen. “Hello again, Mo!” Cheerfully, he kneeled down and scooped her off the ground, setting her back on her feet. “You took quite a spill there. Are you alright?”

With that he seized both Mo and Ry by the wrist. Shamelessly he half-dragged both of them back over to Gracie and Zen. “You two have perfect timing!” He released his two victims and began helping Gracie arrange tables. “We were about to have a picnic! All of us are new, so we came alone to this festival. Why don’t we have a sort of ‘meet and greet’ and get to know each other?”

He shot Gracie and Zen a look that clearly said ”Please just play along.”

At this point, yet another familiar figure wandered over. ”Levia!” he exclaimed, starting to run out of breath. “Why don’t you come join us? We don’t know what these tables are for, but…” Geez, they were starting to collect quite a large number of people.

((ooc| -pant pant pant-))

"I know that laugh!" Syb said, jerking away from her chat with Joachim. "It's Ash!!" she said gleefully. "Look, Joachim, look! It's Ash!!"

Seeing Cuinn glancing between themselves and the reaper, Zen shook their head and shrugged. No, we have only just made each other's acquaintance., this one meant. Or in simpler terms, they did not know each other. The closer acquaintance then asked a question out loud and this time, the monk simply pulled a pamphlet advertising the festival out of their sleeve and demonstrated it. Festivals meant a gathering of people, a business opportunity of sorts. It was of equal importance that festivals were fun and interesting.

Before Zen could have time to ask the same, friends of Cuinn began to pour into the scene. He ran from person to person and soon pulled back a varied crowd, among which was a curious zombie girl asking about wood. Gracie turned out to be somewhat shy, as she suddenly hid behind the monk- Zen had not noticed her breaking the table, but This One blinked in invisible surprise at the missing chunk as they turned to see what she was doing behind. And there also happened to be a table being flung through the air at the moment by a screaming- laughing- Zen wasn't quite sure which- girl. This One followed it with a steady gaze on its airborne path until it crashed and splintered into many pieces upon impact, an impressive distance away.

But rather than applaud, Zen was drawn back to the more immediate crowd by Cuinn's suggestion. A fine suggestion. Why not? Recalling Gracie, however, This One turned to look in the purple-topped girl's direction, motioning to her with a hand questioningly. Would it suit the young lady to have a picnic? Went the Zensitive thought.

Why am I not surprised by this? Rykier thought as his ice blue eyes caught sight of a familiar black and green canine figure.

It was true that Rykier shouldn't be surprised by Cuinn's presence. They had run in to each other many times before, though each meeting was short and varied, and always started with the canine having a fractionation for the Hippogryph's hair. At least this time the other boil was distracted, so maybe this time he would have the chance to sneak up on him for once.

However, that idea was cut short as Ry was side blinded by an unknown figure and was sent stumbling back on to the ground, only to be quickly pulled up and dragged off before he could even register what was going on.

"What the hell, Cuinn? Why the hell would we have a picnic with all this mayhem going on? For all we know one of us might end up with a splinter in our head by the end of this meeting? Plus," He nodded towards Gracie, "I could barely hear whatever she said a while ago. I don't exactly know how we're supposed to clearly hear each other if everyone is going to go around screaming like a maniac in this place."

With that said, he watched as a table was sent flying through the air, and then turned his attention to the 4 strangers whom he was being told to "picnic with". If by picnic Cuinn meant he could just sit there in silence, fine, he would be happy to do that, but to actually do anything besides light chit chat, no, Ry didn't know how well that would go. But, for the sake of passing time he figured he would give it a go and see how long this thing would last.


"Oh, right..." Remember what had happened just moments before, Ry turned his attention to the Cat and gave her a stern look. "The next time you want to go backing up at least watch out for those behind you, especially when you're in a "war zone" like this one."

Edit: Exiting him out of the thread

Mo couldn't even get off the ground before she heard his voice a shiver went down her spine. She was about to turn around and answer but she was already off the ground and being dragged somewhere else by the same boil. What was with this canine and dragging strangers places and forcing them to meet. She tripped over something looking down it was a table she was positively puzzled as to what was going on.

When Cuinn stopped she looked at the group in front of her and an eyebrow twitched. She was about to tell Cuinn off about dragging her around like some rag-doll. When Rykier pipped in and yelled at her for bumping into him she narrowed her eyes at him. "Go Jack yourself!!!" Ending it with a hissed at the boil so upset about what was going on. When she caught what she had just did she immediately dropped down pulling her hood over her head. "I'm sorry" she almost whispered this her face completely flushed and her tell wrapped around her body.

Cuinn, as per usual, was being insensitive.

Even though he was shy himself, he failed to realize that bringing a bunch of strangers over to meet each other so suddenly miiiiight be intimidating. When Gracie broke a table, started, then hid behind Zen, he turned towards her and frowned. She looked scared, too. Turning his ears back, he glanced over to Mo. What was it about him and this festival that caused him to make poor, innocent ghouls so nervous?

“That’s the spirit, Mr. Monk! I’m glad you think it’s a good idea,” he hummed. His enthusiasm was a tiny bit forced. In truth, the cu sith was not much a fan of large gatherings like this. He simply wanted to find a way to make Mo and Ry more comfortable around him. It couldn’t hurt to try… right?

Cuinn winced as a shriek split the air. Shortly afterwards, a table went flying by. Maybe this wasn’t the best place for them to have a ‘meet and greet’. Oh well. They were all here now!

Behaving innocently, he turned to Ry. “Come on, don’t be such a downer. See? That banshee calmed down. This is a perfectly fine spot for us to mingle.” Almost condescendingly, he patted the hippogryph on the head. “Relaaaax. We don’t bite. <3 “

Mo was not receiving his picnic invitation very well either. The cat tripped on something, cursed at Ry (Cuinn actually found that part quite amusing), and then withdrew herself. Cuinn barely suppressed a sigh. Why was it so hard to convince people to get along and have fun?

Back to playing the role of host, Cuinn shamelessly slipped his arm around Mo’s shoulder. “There there. Calm down. Ry may act tough, but he’s really a nice guy. Once you get past that pink hair of his you might even come to like him!”

Hahah. This was definitely not going how he had planned it.

Released, Deacon took a step back. Probably to keep her from changing her mind and snatching up his shirt again, which he fussed with for a moment to fix the collar. "Well, at least I'm already wearing red."

Yeah, he was taking this situation very seriously.

He looked up again when the ghoul had quickly given up on her attempt to follow through with her threat. He grinned. "Of course I know what a business line is. You just never bothered to define what kind of 'business'" - he added finger gestures for quotation - "I was allowed to call about."

He was pretending to be ignorant, as far as that much went, but Deacon really was curious on if her face could get any redder than it already was. "I appreciate you coming out here to tend to me, though. It's so thoughtful of you."

Oblivious to the other students around, miraculously dodging the flipping of tables, the brown Hazcat zigzagged between the legs of both in an attempt to keep a few strides ahead of Felix.

Coming upon a tree, the little cat took a leap and dig into the bark, scaling the trunk and scrambling into one of the low hanging branches.