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The Igor glanced back at where the two Plague Creatures were talking before putting a hand on the gothly humanbot and very carefully, lovingly, shoved the screwdriver into the side of it's jaw, giving it a spin until the hinge came loose.

Christof stood back proudly to see if the removal of said jaw was enough to stop the human-bot from it's incessant verbal 'crawling in its skin'.

Christof beamed proudly, giving the other student a polite nod and a grunt through his stitched lips, oblivious to Monty's sarcasm.

Nothing like a Job Well Done to make the Igor feel exhilarated. Maybe now they could get back to discussion.

Trying to avoid detection became really really boring. Listening to the others she'd learned they still needed a mascot..and a motto. The words 'Rise Up' sounded..decent enough. It held a note of pride without being too flashy, which the ghoul thought was important. Still voicing her opinion..there weren't even many 'fellow classmates' nearby. Those that were near seemed occupied with conversations or, the ever lovely act of staring off into space.
Deciding that, yes it would be bad to start talking..she stepped away from the wall and moved towards an unoccupied seat. With a simple stitched up bag tucked into her lap, Thana went into her own little world..fingers delicately plucking out a few small squares of fabric. Sewing would make this experience far more palatable, so that's what she started doing. A few tiny stitches here and there..a little snip from tiny scissors. Much more relaxing than speaking.

Amrita strode into the Undead Dorms understandably late, having left the Ghost Dorms in the temporary care of their Resident Assistants. This was an important meeting, at least in her opinion, and her overlooking the decision of their future opponents wasn't an excuse to miss out on it. Besides, the RAs had proven themselves to be at least somewhat trustworthy to be left alone and in charge, and that was enough for her.

She made a b-line for the table with the ballot box, wasting no time in snatching up a piece of paper and a pen to write in her choices which were, admittedly, more than a little biased. Several of her favourite people were from Violet, as was the mecha version of their Treasurer; it was a safe colour to choose, and at least she had gotten in to vote at all.

As she straightened to tuck the paper into the box, her gaze drifted over the crowd, spotting several familiar faces before landing on Sophie. The poor, lonely little Undead Dorm RA. Instead of leaving immediately, which had been her initial intention, she instead turned on her toes and headed towards the ghoul, breezing right past Christof and Malodore without a second glance.

"A little overwhelmed, I imagine?" She asked in lieu of greeting, offering Sophie nothing more than a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.

The grunt did get her attention and her gaze shifted from Sophie to the lumpy creature behind her. A smile was on her lips, but there was no immediate recognition in her eyes; she was searching his face for any cues to trigger her memory, and moments later she was able to place him. The Igor, Christof, who had helped her with...something. She couldn't recall what, but she knew it had been important to her.

"Well hello there~" She greeted, never one to forget her manners no matter where she was. Her smile was just a little warmer now that she recognized him, but it still bothered her that she couldn't place what he had helped her with, but she hoped it was something she could actively avoid mentioning, just in case. "How are you today? Did you get your vote in?"

Amrita stood her ground as he shuffled to loom over her, staying as relaxed as possible in an attempt to not seem threatened by the move; she was the Eldritch Advisor, after all. She would not buckle so easily. Her grey eye darted towards the shape in his vest, a brief look of surprise crossing her features as she realized it was a third arm in the most unusual place.

He took her hand and her lip curled, torn between the smug pride of the Igor knowing his manners and the general disgust at the familiarity he was showing. "How...sweet." She settled, putting a great deal of effort into remaining neutral on the touch. He had been useful in the past, she reminded herself; tread lightly here. With this in mind she allowed only the briefest of kisses to her knuckles before quite obviously pulling her hand away, linking her fingers sweetly behind her back in an effort to keep her limbs from his. The move shifted the black zippered jacket she wore over her usual dress, just enough to catch a glimpse of a twisted black lock and the hint of chains over her chest.

"You didn't answer my question." She reminded him with a practised patience.

As Monty kneed there messing with the bot he didn't barely noticed that the Igor had left. "So much for asking him to fix you I guess huh Spook?" he said with a small smile. He stood up grabbed the bots arm and walked over near a couch that some had a ghoul siting on it sewing some stuff. Monty took a seat a few chairs down from the couch so that him and Spook where out of the way and hopefully he could make sure Spook didn't take off again. Spook seemed to stop shaking and was now just walking around Monty and the chair If he was trying to say anything it wasn't working out to well since his bottom jaw was in Monty's jacket!