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Though he had put his 'support' behind Sparrow, ignore the boil's competition was like ignoring his own, a bad idea, if for different reasons. He could end up winning and needing to work together was part of the job, being civil, introducing himself, well that was just courtesy. A bit of good will. He did have to wonder how, should anything happen to the president, did the Igor expect to lead if he was made to serve? A Beta is supposed to be able to fill the role of Alpha, not stay as a Beta forever. A small mental ping pong went on in Frost's head.

If this was to be a Beta- he had much to build upon to be a good Beta. He seemed more Gamma material really. Good help, a useful aid, but hardly going to climb the ranks and become the Alpha. Still, his routine. Games, then speaking. ears flicked to the engine of the motorcycle, head tilting as he watched it for a while. If that was how it acted now.... maybe it was supposed to do that? He was pretty sure they weren't but- He didn't build motorbikes, who was he to judge on that front? Gingerly he waited in the line, wincing as some were thrown off rather quickly.

As it came his turn he sighed, taking of his suit jacket. He didn't want it ruined. He hardly got on when the thing bucked between his legs, earning howl of pain from the wolfos.

Bad game, bad game, nope nope nope never again.

He hobbled over to the side, groaning to himself. Lady Luck had just spat in his face pretty much.

Anthe walked up to the patchwork booth and decided to ride the chopper. She was sscared but at the same time extremely excited to ride. She slowly got on, and the ride started...

and she stayed on for 90 seconds! she felt so accomplished.

Making his way toward Christof's campaign booth, Aedan snagged one of the buttons before making his way over to the dig-a-grave game.

Scraping away at the dirt in his chosen shoebox, he was distracted by the antics of a trio of stiched lepus, and so was almost shocked when he hit the bottom of his box. "A...stuffed mouse?"

Lifting it up, he shook the dirt off of it, holding it out towards the booth's host as if to confirm what finding it meant.


GIMME A PRIZE!
Character Name: Aedan
Minis Screen Name: Vashtya
Game: Miniature Grave-Robbing
Prize Won: Voodoo Cat

When Christof's face fell, Calder frowned in return. "What?" He huffed back, not in the mood to be looked at with such a sour expression. However, the Igor admitted he might need some help, and Calder played with his hair a bit, thinking it over. "I guess I could help a bit if you really need me." As for Barth, Calder shrugged. "He's resting. There are too many booths to go through. It's best to let him sit. I'm going to check on him in a moment. I've been helping Amrita all day." Well, he was hiding at Amrita's and trying to be of some use. It was hard, considering all he wanted to do was to find Barth and mope in his lap.

Just then, the little patchwork Lepus jumped over and shanked his friend, causing the Igor to flail about. "Christof! Hold still!" With his strength and sharp limbs, it wasn't very safe for him to be flailing in any way. Reaching out, he leaned over the table only to miss nearly fall over the side.

As the dracolith came crashing down, both Igor and Lepus gave their own terrified yelp.

The important thing was, Firth had been foiled in his assassination attempt, and so once he had wriggled free, went hopping off to sulk behind the booth.

Christof, also hauling himself free of Aymet's heavy armor, gave the undead dragon the most priceless gift he could give.

A hug.

And also a token, if only to hide the adrenaline and relief spurred affection.

He avoided eye contact.

CONGRATS!


We are out of tokens until minipet reset, but keep tryin' for minis and mini quilts!