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Anna returns to Estel's booth the next day. She is surprised to see that there are few other people at the booth today and waves to the girl the little wisteria colored Plossom she took home the other day perched on her shoulder. It croons a greeting to it's former owner and chirrups to it's friends. "Have you gained a lot of interest since yesterday?" The redhead asks the girl.

"A bit." Estel smiled as she noticed that Anna was bringing the plossom around with her.

One of the other wisteria plossoms seemed to notice as well, as it scampered out from under the tablecloth and over to Anna's leg, looking up expectantly.

"Oh, do you want to go with her, too?" Estel laughed quietly. "Want another one?"

Gabby was simply wandering around the other booths, checking out his fellow candidates. This one seemed to have little in the way of booth skills, or decorating - but she wanted to be secretary, so the only skill she needed was a good ear and fast penmanship.

He quickly adjusted a jar to be perfectly straight, and nodded a greeting. His hands clasped behind his back, as he continued to survey, and walk on.

Alette couldn't go visit the Student Council booths without visiting the booth of a certain other ghostie. Estel's booth was quieter and simpler than many of the others, but Alette decided that it had a lot of charm, and that it was very cute and obviously well taken care of. She bounded up excitedly, her long blonde hair carefully separated into two thin plaits which were currently bouncing against her back.

"Hi Estel!" she said brightly, and gazed wide-eyed at all of the things around the booth. "Your booth is totally awesome, I didn't know you were running for Student Council! That's amazing, you like, totally have my vote, okay? Because we're totally friends and you'd be awesome at it!"

Alette smiled brilliantly at Estel and then stuck her hand into the jar, fishing around for a moment before she pulled out one of the slips of paper. She unfolded it carefully and squinted at the writing before she realized it said something about a prize.

"I got something!" she said excitedly, hopping up and down on the heels of her feet.

Rojo was quite intrigued by the next ghoul's colorful attire, especially after he realized she was a ghost. Weren't ghosts supposed to be all pale and glowy? He looked again. Well, she did occasionally have the glowy part down, he supposed, but she wasn't really all that pale, not even her hair. It was quite interesting, but sadly something that the skeleton probably wouldn't remember a week later.

Registering movement out of the corners of his empty eyes, the boil turned just in time to see a pale plossom duck back under the table.

"Ooo," he said... magically, since he didn't have any lips. Whatever that mini had been, it hadn't looked very dog-like, and that made it kind of sort of all right in his book. If there was one thing visiting carnival and candidate booths had done for Rojo, it was introduce him to a lot of types of animals that didn't want to run off with his limbs.

Turning to the jars on the table, he examined the first with curiosity, tapping a bony index finger on the glass but not trying to reach inside. What did the ghoul plan on doing with so many marbles? Did it have anything to do with being secretary?

The second appeared to be directly related to the minipets infesting the booth. "Plossoms." It was a very cute name for a very cute pet. Sure! He could give one a good home! Or at the very least, it could live in the closet with all of the bats. They seemed quite comfortable most days!

Rojo reached into the jar and pulled out a slip of paper.

Piper was thoroughly pleased with the amount of ghouls running for Student Council. Win or lose, she was hoping more than a few of these lovely ladies made their way in--especially if they were as colorful as this one!

But damn did this ghoul have her some plossoms.

Curious, she approached and observed the minipets, charmed in seconds. She hadn't heard of the species before, but that wasn't saying much; Piper barely paid attention to what was going on in her classes, let alone in the wide world of minies. Cooing over some of them, she took a slip of paper, snickered at the quiet plead written therein, and turned to the ghost.

"I'll take two off your shoulders, then. Cuties." She turned and cooed at them a little more, pleased with the catch. "And here--" a flower temporary tattoo from her booth was offered, "from one booth to another. Good luck, ghoulie: there should definitely be more of us on the council if we want anything done!"

Now Lock was a somewhat competitive sort. He liked the occasional friendly contest, and political debates were no different. Estel especially struck a cord with Lock though. Not only did he feel obligated to visit the booth due to a strange sort of rivalry (because he felt obligated to be the "better" pupil to Shun- which was just kind of silly altogether), but he also wanted to visit the booth just to find out the ghoul's political stance.

"Miss Estel," he said, introducing his presence to her booth. He had to admit it was .... well to put it politely, a humble booth. After seeing some of the extravagance that other booth owners had gone to, Estel's looked downright shabby.

However, Lock appreciate it for this reason. Other booth owners had spent so much time on appearances that he feared they'd forgotten the true meaning of student council elections.

And that meaning was BRUTAL POLITICAL WARFARE.

Something that Lock took great pleasure in. He often kept up with local and international newspapers, intrigued by the innerworkings of the strange world called Halloween. The habit had been picked up from his father, who was also quite the stately man. They would watch political debates with the same ferocity as two sports lovers watching a bruteball game.

He sneared lightly at the plossoms (they were cute, but ploys to pull at the heartstrings were strictly low blow tactics, thus he was disappointed in Estel for using them), and pushed his way past the miniature crowd that had formed. "Yes, hi. What would you do as secretary?" he said with a grin. "As in, why should I vote for you~"

"Hello, there." Estel smiled at Olivia. When she selected a piece of paper, Estel bent down and beckoned a bluebell plossom out from underneath the tablecloth.



She waved to Gabby, blinking as he simply adjusted a jar and move on.

"Alette!" She beamed as she recognized her friend. "Thanks!" As Alette revealed her piece of paper, Estel nodded, scooping out a lotus blossom plossom for her. "I'm sure this one'll be right at home with you."



"Thank you!" she answered Mayaa, grinning.

Estel smiled to Rojo, inspecting his slip of paper and then coaxing out a lotus blossom plossom for him. The plossom sniffed at him curiously; it seemed curious about where it would be going.



"Thank you!" Estel bowed politely to San before gathering a wisteria plossom for him.



Estel was relieved that someone else was taking two; she gave Piper a grateful smile. "Thank you!" she responded, accepting the temporary tattoo. She wasn't really sure what to do with it; it went in her skirt pocket..



"Nice to meet you!" Estel yelled out at Van. "Are you allergic?" It seemed like that might be the case. She didn't push him to come any closer.



Estel waved cheerfully to Lock. "Hey, hey." She had at least had time to prepare some answers, so she wasn't entirely taken off guard this time. "In addition to documenting student council meetings, I plan on establishing places where students can submit their concerns, suggestions, or stuff they'd like to see throughout the school and then making sure that gets discussed."



She broke off speaking to Lock in order to distribute another plossom to the next newcomer, smiling at Ignatius. "Thank you. You as well!"