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And of course, after writing that she wanted more games, she had to partake in this booth game too. It looked like a lot of fun!
Unfortunately, Mayaa was rather tone deaf and didn't know what she was doing, only noticing that she was... probably not making music by the reactions of those around her.
Though, she still managed to get a booth button out of it. Yay!!!

Van was dancing his way by, because he had his skellyphone earbuds in and was trying not to terrorize any more booths. He was trying really hard, okay. He didn't run into this booth, in fact, he heard something pierce his music, something very not belonging in his music, in fact. When he took out his earbuds, he noticed it was the little coil things at someone's booth. "What are those?? What makes that sound?? Does it hurt if you touch it? Can you eat them? Not that I would, honestly, they're kind of zappy-looking and I'm not super big on shocks to the tongue and that's probably electricity isn't it, that's weird," Van said, as he approached ,talking really fast and mostly to himself.

He looked up at the booth operator as though they were supposed to have answered. To which part, who knew? In fact, Van was waiting for an answer to the first two questions, mostly the second question. He wanted to know why. Van was very inquisitive. "Greivances??" Van asked, looking at the little box and leaning in really close, "That's a weird word, that sounds like I'm injured. Are we supposed to tell you if we get injured at your booth, like if I ate one of the tesla coils??" Van asked. Needless to say, he did not fill a slip out.

"I'm tone deaf! Is this ... do I have to be good at notes, I don't think I can do that," Van said, his ears pressing against his head, his tongue turning a sad blue. Van shut his eyes and tried.

Van tried to play the song he was just listening to, a shameful pop song that was nevertheless pretty simple and pretty catchy and who was he kidding, his taste was bad. He was pretty amazed: "I'M NOT TONE DEAF," Van exclaimed, with a whoop. He had always kind of taken for granted that he was.

Turns out not.

Future career as a popstar? I think so. Van thanked Ignatius, and asked for his customary booth-selfie.

I WON!
Minis S/N: Faceyourdemons
What I Won: if it's still available! Otherwise, Ty! O uO

Bartholomew came up to yet another booth. He was really still hoping to get around to talking to all of the candidates, at least briefly. This boil seemed reasonably serious, but also sensibly fun, which Bart appreciated. He decided he would go ahead and play the game, as it seemed rather interesting.

He did rather well, landing himself a higher-tier prize. He was rather happy with himself. "Thank you, thank you. A very interesting game indeed!" He said with a light smile, then he gave a respectful bow, "I'm Bartholomew Blackhorn by the way but, please, call me Bart." He usually would have shaken the boil's hand but was worried doing so might get him shocked. "So, Ignatius, what do you think sets you apart from the other candidates?"

I WON!
Minis S/N: FireBoltDragon
What I Won: Premium Dungeon Seed, please smile

Curious to see what this booth business was all about, and far more interested in the swag than any actual student politics, Mikey wandered over to one of them that caught his eye, the sparks and flashes of music making his eyes goes wide and his tail wag.

"So cool," the werewolf practically gushed, leaning right over the booth to check it out. He wasted no time picking up one of the wands but the music proved harder to make than he thought, the wand making things go every which way and very few of the ways he actually wanted. Still, it was pretty fun and he let out a laugh as he finally gave it up.

"Guess I better not quit my day job," he mused, clutching the wand in his claws. He was glad he got to keep it, and he couldn't help but whisk it in the air as he waltzed away.

"Thanks for the fun, ghoulie!"

WHAM!

There were only a couple guesses as to who that would be, and his first one was correct -- Piper had arrived at his booth.

"Piper!" Ignatius grinned, offering a playful salute as he recovered the electric blue beanbag from the ground. Her music playing skills were actually not all that good, but this was Piper, so he would bypass that point and simply hand her one of his brilliant wands declaring his election slogan.

"I've gotten some visitors to my campaign, some flirtations occurred, people created good music and I think it's been a good day!" He grinned, picking up a wand and pointing it at Piper. "And yourself?~"

There was another arrival to his booth shortly after Piper in ... a tall boil with a large cloak on. Hm.

Ignatius squinted at him for a few moments, watching as the boil made his way over to the tesla coils to show them his combined musical stylings. It sounded rather good, somehow, though the mashup he had managed to make was rather interesting on the ears. Was he going for rock or was he going for classical music?

But he was getting really into it, so it didn't matter what he was going for. In the end, it was fun, and the boil playing the music was clearly having fun. Ignatius' eyes lit up at the actions, even letting himself join in despite being in another conversation, foot tapping in sync with the music.

Well, that was until it suddenly stopped and the cloaked boil fled into the night.

"Hey, wait, you forgot your prize!"

... Mysterious cloaked man of mystery music indeed.