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"Hmm well that was weird" she sighed. and looks down to find a small box in her hands she whispers " T..hanks Mr. Grin smile thing." She tucks the box into her pocket and looks back to the boy.

" oh you can change?" she said a little confused "that's cool. " She hands the paper to the boy "Thanks I thought finding the small natural form would be the hardest on my list to get."

SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO STEAL HER LITTLE SISTER. Or. Maybe not as drastic as that. Still, Freya looked decisively possessive as she walked over to Anna, and just loomed over her, eyeing that paper carefully. Had to make sure she didn't get any papercuts. Because that's what big sisters were for.

If Hel were here, she would tell Anna to run. Run far away, and never look back.

It was totally Mort's fault that he had one his slow-to-react moments and certainly not his player. "Bells!" he chuckled as the witch hugged him and he returned it. "Heeeey. Guys, this is Bells, reaper was telling you about," he added to Victoria. "Can be the five feet one, or red hair one, or reaper with weapon one." Her multi-purposeful presence was presented with a hint of pride. And he had totally called how the witch would coo over the ghost ghoul.

But to be fair, he presented his pad to the blond ghoul to sign for that last slot. "I, er, d-don't fit any've those requirements," he said apologetically. "But can direct to others? Know couple've famine clan people're at auction, n' I know one've 'em has wings..."

When he turned to Carrol, the zomboil blinked at his pronouncement at being to fulfill all the natural forms. All of them? Huh! "Er, first one on list asks for canine?" he prompted.

The witch ghoul's outburst had caught Mayaa completely off guard, and she stared at her with mouth open.
What did she-OH.

"A-ah, really?"

She pulled out the sheet and paper again, slowly holding it out, all the while still keeping an eye on the winged ghoul should she attempt to "protect" her friend again.
Really. Freya was unpredictable and terrifying. If she wasn't careful, Mayaa might just end up getting maimed, or something.

On her way again after signing up for the Scavenger Hunt, Amarus encountered the house of mirrors. It was, indeed, full of them-- it was unpleasantly filled to the brim, and she did not appreciate the illusions in the least. For a couple minutes, she tried to venture in without losing her way, eying the distortions of herself. She could hear voices, somewhere amidst the mirrors, couldn't she? Unless somehow they were reproducing that, too. Some of them even sounded familiar.

However, she was so vastly unhappy with so many reflections of herself all mimicking her: it was like something in a nightmare. Any one of those fake Amarus images could turn into some kind of scary demon thing getting the jump on her, just because it could hide and appear to be her reflection! No thank you. Who knows, maybe her evil twin was even hiding somewhere in the mirror maze. The evil twin she, as a ghost, would never know about.

Of course, that was the logical explanation. So just as quickly as she'd entered, essentially, she left again. Better safe outside than surrounded by trippy mirror-images any day. She shuddered as she left, making a beeline to the gym.

"Ah, I will go to the student auction, then! And I will find a famine clan person!" Terra said, racing off with her sheet in hand. Of course, she got lost several, several times on the way out.

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Thackery truly enjoyed looking at his own reflection.

And why wouldn't he? If anyone had seen him lately, they would truly enjoy looking at him too. He was certain of that much. With a little grin, he combed through the longer parts of his hair with his fingers, making sure they were still perfect when he went to walked up to the mirror. Of course they would be.

There wasn't any perfection looking back at him. Confused, he tilted his head, giving the mirror an accusatory poke. Instead of meeting a looking glass, his finger went right through it. This was startling, but also very...very curious. He tried hopping through the mirror, meeting the other side with a great deal of relief. It would have been quite awkward to just send their mirror toppling over because he was hallucinating or something.

"Ah," he whispered aloud, recognizing his telltale reflection in some of the mirrors here. Maybe it was just one big room to look at yourself! He approached one of the mirrors closest to him, recoiling in horror when he found himself horribly warped.

He whined.

"What kind of joke is this?!"

"No problem," he told the slimer, although he supposed the sentiment could have extended to the zomboil as well. Carrol watched as Mort made his way over to someone he knew. It was a good thing he did too, because as much as he would have liked to claim he could, Carrol couldn't really fulfill all the natural form things, only that one about the "small" ones a couple of people seemed to have on their list.

For a moment he felt a little like he should have been annoyed by that, but the feeling didn't last long.