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Rojo was one of the candidates who'd come to meet Gabby at his booth, earlier. As such, he thought it only fair to do the same for him. So he made his way to the booth and stopped to take in the sight, trying to make sense of everything he was looking at. Vibrant colors and a skeletal theme. It wasn't bad, necessarily, but Gabby would not consider it particularly stylish. At least it matched the booth owner himself, which was always a good first step.

"Thank you for visiting my booth earlier." Gabby murmured quietly, still regarding the booth decorations with a keen eye. "I appreciate the support. I wish you the best of luck in coming elections. Public Relations is.. my last choice for a role, if I am to be honest. You will have to deal with many people. Many problems. Many.. conversations."

Rojo looked like the type who would enjoy that. Gabby did not.

He very carefully did not mention, or look at, Rojo's banjo while he spoke - but he did love having his picture taken, so the photo booth called to him. He moved around to it, gesturing as if to ask permission before sticking his head into the hole. From what he remembered from the quick look at the cut out, he was standing next to Rojo, and he was going to have large, comical purple hair. What could it hurt?



His wings completely ruined the picture. (Not that he considered that the case, he thought it was happily enhanced by their beauty.) And when he returned to look at what he'd done, he looked mildly distressed.

"Yes. Well, good luck," He repeated, leaving without taking the picture.

"Rojo? Hello, I am Amarus, one of your fellow ... candidates, I do not believe I have come by this way, though I could have sworn-- well I am not, ah, always situated firmly in time-- regardless, I am pleased to meet you a first time if not a second," she said, with a bow. When she saw the banjo, she did, in fact, ask. "Do you play?" was her intial question.

Yes, apparently. "Quite an excellent player of banjos." "I would, in fact, love to duel you-- the results will be most horrific," Amarus said, with a smile. At first, she played well, which surprised her. Thinking that perhaps she could learn from what Rojo was playing, she imitated it, a chameleon of banjos-- it didn't go very well. She did not, in fact, have that level of skill, or perhaps his bony fingers were mesmerizing.

"You are most welcome, Gabby!" Rojo said, slipping him a fluffy minipet once he chose to brave the camera. The skeleton was momentarily distracted soon after greeting the dragon, and when he turned back, Gabby had gone.

Oh no! "You forgot your picture!"

With a shrug, Rojo grabbed one of his campaign buttons and stuck it through the top of the photo, pinning it at the center of his booth's main banner.



Catching sight of Aisha, Rojo hopped out of his seat and flailed a bit at the ghoul, composing himself again when it looked like she was interested in playing the banjo. She was! And she was good!

"That was very fun, Aisha! And it is wonderful to see you." Once all of this carnival and voting stuff was done, they would have to hang out some more.



"Hello, Amarus!" It was true, he had never met the ghoul before, but that didn't make her any less intriguing. "You have problems with time?" he asked, once they had completed their duel. He leaned close as he slid her prizes across the top of the booth. "Are you a time traveler?"



"Hola to you!" Rojo replied with a broad smile. He most certainly did speak Spanish and had the faint accent to prove it, but he refrained from doing so extensively now, for fear of excluding monolingual passersby. "Not insulting at all! Very nice, in fact." He only wished he knew more about horned bunnies so that he might return the courtesy. He also wondered what sort of businessman would cause the boil to pause like that, but once they got to playing, the calaca forgot all about any concerns he might have had.

"Nice playing!" he said once they were done. "My family thanks you too!" Rojo picked up the phone and shook it a bit, his distant relatives and reluctant frenemy on the other end responding with varying degrees of enthusiasm. "I have been having loads of fun. Barrels and tons! Amityville took a little bit of getting used to, but I like it a lot and I wanted to show how much! I hope everything clears up for you and you can run next time."

Zar stopped by Rojo's booth next, it was also rather colourful the way Merry's had been, though he did not recognise the boil running it. He found himself pretty glad for this chance to get out and about and have a look at who was busy in the student populace. His campaign proposal was simple and concise, which had a lot to be said for it.

As always Zar nabbed himself some of the freebies that were left around for people to gather, though as always, he steered clear of the candy. Confetti though, confetti was surprisingly fun.

Deciding that to make a fair estimation of all the people running for student office he would take part in the game at the booth which seemed in this case to be trying to challenge Rojo himself at banjo playing. Zar was not creative. He was not musical at all, and claws made playing very difficult without getting his tail involved, but what the hell he figured, it couldn't hurt to give it a shot. Copying mercifully was something he was half way decent at, so when it came to playing he did what he could to copy the other boil and was very pleased with himself when it seemed to work out half way decent.

"Thank you." he said, with a pleased smile as he retrieved his prize.


SN: Baneful
Kolobus please!

Alette was all about the photo booth stuff, plus she thought this next booth was totally rockin'. She bounced up to it, looking happy and pleased to find it as colorful and fun as it was, her braided hair swinging behind her like two pale blonde tails.

"Your booth is SO COOL," she said enthusiastically, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I love everything about it, you are like, way awesome."

She gathered up some of the swag, sticking a pin on her shirt and pushing a bag of candy into one of her pockets before she went to see what all this hubbub about a banjo was about. She'd never played any instrument before, but Alette picked it up with a reasonable amount of curiosity and plucked a few strings experimentally.

It took her a little bit to get used to it, but once she finished, she felt exhilarated and excited. "That was so fun!" Alette practically shouted as she set the banjo down, hopping a little where she stood. "This booth is like, totally the best."

Mia remembered the skeletal boil, and was quite impressed by his enthusiasm. His decor was also quite eye-catching, and the reaper found herself drawn to the booth, picking up the skull-shaped pin before moving on. There were still so many booths to visit.

Van was warmed from the inside with the certain knowledge that he was now a musical star. It was based solely on the fact he had mastered some tesla coils probably by accident at another booth, but he was nevertheless drawn to a booth where banjos appeared to be a focal point. "HELLOOOOOO STRANGER, ohhh! Rojo! HI ROJO, I'm Van, you're kind of bony," Van observed, astutely.

"But your skull kind of looks like it would taste good," Van added, like that was the redeeming quality. And Van was most certainly going to ask about his banjo.

"Oooh, your father's?? That's so cool! A DUEL? Wel, that sounds pretty cool, too! LEt'S DO IT," Van said, clapping his hands together. "I feel like I've gotta warn you though, I'm a tesla coil master!" Like that was remotely true, or like it meant absolutely anything.

At first, Van did what could only be described as free style a la Van. And it was apparently good, like hey maybe he actually did have some kind of musical talent and he wasn't just a loser who really got into things. He waved enthusiastically at the member of Rojo's family (??) who had been kind to him. "THANKS AUNT SADIE, YOU'RE NICE," he called out.

He was pretty thrilled to accept his prize, though, and promptly tried to study Rojo's technique so he could appropriate new skills. He totally forgot he was supposed to be duelling at all. "Rojo, rojo! I want to learn stringed instruments!" Van exclaimed. "If I vote for you can you teach me things please please please?!"

Now this was a booth that looked great. Sheelah really liked this booth and the student trying for Public Relations seemed nice and was very colorful and happy looking. His slogan sounded great too. Maybe this was the one to vote for. Everything looked just right at this booth and he seemed to be totally okay to vote for.

She looked around to see what she could do here and saw some nice things going on. Just like all other booths there was another game to try. Sheelah had been walking around the whole day by now and had seen quite a few booths. She decided not to try and play any games at this booth but she did want to show her support somehow. Somethings special or not?

Maybe she could just grab a pin just like she did at most other booths. She really felt like voting for this one so she could show that with a pin. She grabbed a pin to show her support and watched some other students that where present. Maybe they wanted to try some of the games and she could just watch. She didn’t mind not trying herself. She hoped that noone minded this.

She saw another student having fun and making a picture at the photo booth. Sheelah laughed and decided to go back to her room now. She waved with the pin she got from this booth to show to other students she got i tand walked away from the booth again. She wished she could stay a bit longer but it really was time for her to go back so she left.