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Finally, after a few minutes of what seemed like hours, the crowd finally left his table. Which of course was no surprise to the behemoth at all, nor the fact that none had left their cards with him. Maybe that was because they finally realized he really had nothing to offer them. That, or, maybe it was the fact that he spent the entire time, silently staring them down through the slits of his pumpkin mask. When he should have been offering them civilized conversation.

Huh... That could have been it.

Not that he cared. Truth be told, he was more relieved that the process was done and over with. All he had to do now was patiently wait for the festivities to end. Though, perhaps for now he should at least see how the others were doing.

2 + 6 + 1 = 9
1 - 10: You got a few people interested... maybe someone will contact you

In passing Quin had heard Malcolm speaking to the people around him about minipets. Minipets? Really? Malcolm?

Smiling wide the vampire sauntered over leaning a hand on Malcolm's table. He had done about as good of a job as she had decorating. "So...." She started a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "Minipets? Dat's...how do I say? Adorable."

"Adorable, really?" He frowned, not quite sure how to take that; was it a compliment? Or should he take it as an insult to his masculinity? He paused, gradually nodding before trying to spot her booth, "How about you, Quin? What's your... Gig?"

That's cool to say, right? Gig?

Before May could answer, Selene heard a voice she probably shouldn't have been thinking about so much lately. She just kept hearing it in her head when she wasn't paying attention and that was very bad, not good, bad bad very bad. Clearly she was going crazy. So she looked up at the cause of her affliction, and the blush flooded her cheeks faster than the flick of a switch. He was asking her to walk with him to go view the other booths. That sounded like a lovely idea, actually! She would have thought nothing of it, if it weren't for all of the sweet things he'd said to her yesterday. Those were those words she kept hearing in her head, and trying to decipher. She was pretty sure Arcana was saying he thought of her highly, and she felt the same. Except, she totally felt something else, too, but it was important that he never ever knew about that. After all, there was no reason to ever believe someone would have funny tummy feelings about her, the way she had about them.

She was a realist.

"I would like that very much, Arcana." Selene admitted in a quiet voice, climbing out of her hiding place and detaching herself from Carafe. When he tried to convince May to let him come, Selene giggled under her breath, and leaned in to kiss Carafe on his nose.

"You must protect my booth from terrible, mean people who will try to write nasty things on it and ruin it. Okay?" She asked him, before pulling away and walking around the booth.

And there was Arcana, standing there waiting - Selene felt a little sick. She hoped she wasn't about to vomit all over the boil.. she would die of embarrassment.

"Thank you very much for inviting me to go visit them, Arcana. I don't think I would have been able to do so on my own." Despite her awkwardness, she took point directly beside him as she was accustomed to doing with many people, wrapping both of her arms around one of his to hold on tight. She looked up at him, and wonder of wonders, she beamed.

"Just take it slow, all right?"

She meant the walk. Down, shippers.

Oh no oh no oh nooo! Maggi fretted over the layout of her own booth, which looked rather plain compared to the others. The silk she had draped over the top of it was starting to slip, and she had neglected to purchase any trinkets to display, save the DETH badge.

"What to do, what to dooo..." Why hadn't she started on this sooner! She floated around and around her booth as she tried to fix it up before the guests would arrive, and eventually just gave up.

Now to attract job prospects. The big thing. The highlight, the time for this start to shine. Sadly, Rengath's standing on his booth table and reciting McDeath was not getting the results he wanted.

So close.

8+2

Sighing mournfully, she focused instead on prettying herself up. She sat on the edge of her booth, preening her feathers with a brush and combing out her hair, making herself as presentable as possible. She went to great lengths to get rid of any knot and to make her feathers gleam with their own pale glow.

And Somehow, even with how bad her booth was, a few important looking people had ventured over to inspect the both and the ghoul who was manning it.

"Hello there, I would like to introduce myself as Maggi, and I hope you are doing well this fine day" The ghost bird began, and continued on trying to be polite and selling herself. And so far, they seemed very happy with what they were seeing