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It struck Seiji, as he peered around the common room of the ghost dorms, that he didn't know as many members of his own 'kind' as he had originally thought. There were familiar faces, of course, and two of the most important people in his unlife were ghosts, but there were an awful lot of specters milling about around him that he simply didn't recognize.

Willow had settled herself somewhere near the wall and as far as possible from the majority of the crowd. Her tail flickered as she listened to the chatter going on she'd brought her notebook and her penstrictor. Ears twitched as she silently took a few moments to make notes.

Also making notes on what ideas she had, and scribbled onto a ballot what her color suggestions were as her tail flickered. Brows lofting and choosing to stay somewhat quite and to herself. There was a surprising number of ghosts she'd yet to meet. Well actually, Willow held the tip of her pen between her lips as she thought unconsciously nibbling on the pen, which it didn't appreciate, and made unhappy hissing noses at her.

Reese tensed when the RA approached her, even more so when her silence was brought up. But...there was no chastisement or worse, pity. Just an offer of the use of ballot paper and a certain reassuring distance. The RA was just being polite and doing their job, which was something of a relief. The thought of everyone being as nice to her as Junko had been had filled the ghost with a certain unease.

What if she was expected to be nice back?

Did she even want to be nice?

The rest of the students furthered this relief. Not everybody was going out of their way to be exceedingly nice to her. Reese was free to be an a*****e if that was a personal preference later on and she probably wouldn't even feel bad about it. Feeling a bit more at ease, the air around her easing as well, the ghost took another ballot sheet and considered the suggestions being tossed around.

The wisp sounded okay, the mirror part was a bit weird, but maybe that was a cultural thing. As Reese considered the merit of mirrors and tried to recall if she'd actually seen herself clearly in a mirror once since coming into existence, a loud voice drew her attention back to the gathered ghost students. A somewhat wild looking ghost with dark skin and a cascade of impressive hair had a voice that raised and dropped and yelled out freely, without the awkward unpleasantness that accompanied her own speech. Reese was a little envious of the ghoul, to be honest, but more, the fact that the loud speech didn't bring any responding derision or anger beyond as few dry words made Reese start to reassess interacting with other students.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Writing down her comments on the mascot and motto, Reese placed the paper by the ballot box with a look of distant contemplation.



Okay so she was kind of already being an a*****e with that suggestion, but really, that was pretty much the sum of her knowledge of ghost culture.

Lattice let out a small almost happy sound as she listened to Chaya speak up as instructed. Ahhh. This one was so precious. She wondered briefly if Petro and her Sister would allow her to keep Chaya forever.

Outwardly Lattice simply looked very calm and easy going, her expression with only that slight smile to show that she was pleased with anything that was currently ongoing. "You are entitled to your opinions, Dearest. Do not be shy about it," she gave Chaya another encouraging pat.

Some needed more encouragement than others to bloom into something wonderful.

Blake drifted along, not quite pleased with how he had to attend something. "Mandatory" was met with a rather sullen mood, but he went. He'd rather not end up as the next ghast who thought they could shirk a direct order. With a sigh, he lingered on the outskirts of the crowd and tried to figure out what was going on. Ballot box..? Wait... write stuff? Blake never had to do that before. And read..? Ah shizz. He really wasn't happy about that. As far as reading & writing went... He was learning, slowly, but his writing looked like a jagged scrawl and the words were often misspelled. As for reading... he was managing. Somehow.

Drifting skillfully through the throng, he snatched up a scrap of paper, something to write with, and made an abyssal attempt at writing his suggestion for the "house colors". Which he thought was rather... strange. Nobody really gave a jack before, did they..?

Whoa. There were beautiful ghouls as far as his eyes could see..well..okay the room wasn't THAT full but, still. A boil could dream right? Smirking in his usual cocky manner the ghostly teen quickly scribbled down something for the ballot. Once the paper had been placed into a box..Evan went back to watching. Oh yes. He'd been against coming to school here but, now that he'd seen so many lovely ladies. They'd have to make him leave. "Well well! If it's talk of a mascot I'd have to say I agree that a Wisp would work." What was all the talk of a superhero? Eyes giving a roll the boil moved to find a seat or something to avoid the fray until he noted a fellow boil that looked pretty awesome. Not as awesome as him but, he still looked pretty cool. " Hey. Sup man?"

Snorting out a laugh Evan nodded his agreement, a small mischevious grin gracing his lips. "At least there's some pretty ghoul's to look at though eh? I know man, mandatory boredom." Why did he care if the other boil got a kick out of things? Evan could use a bro..a friend of sorts. This guy might as well be it. No one else had caught his eye as being 'awesome'..or..chill, cool. "Names Evangard Muller, wanna blow this bore fest then?" Again came that glint of mischief. Oh yes..he wanted to see if this other boil could be any fun before calling him a bro.