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"I see, I see! Very nice to meet you, Mistress." It was one of the few times where Sal actually called someone by their name on their request. Probably because the Nothing Less was said with such a commanding presence he figured it should be rewarded, not deemed adorable and given headpats. When Junko interjected, Sal's delighted air stayed steady; two people, one body! Exciting!

He nodded along as she explained in more detail, giving the occasional 'Ah!' or 'I see!' to show that he was, in fact, listening. "I can imagine so my dear, what a great inconvenience indeed! Still it is a delightfully rare trait you have, and you should be proud of such a unique heritage!" The Sage's spindly fingers released the tendrils of hair he had been playing with and instead moved to pat the ghoul on the head. Her head, trying to not jostle the area with the lovely second mouth. "You are a treat, dearie. I still have so many questions! You and I shall have to have a more, ah, private talk one day." His hands clasped in front of him, elbows bent. The fact that they had derailed from the booth's intentions never seemed to bother him, nor did he bring up how distracted he had gotten; at least he was still there!

When Junko pointed out his scarf, he looked down at it, his expression shifting to something rather fond, yet at the same time...incredibly sad."Why yes, it certainly is something, isn't it?" His fingers moved to carefully play with the ends of it, letting the cloth slide through his fingers. "A precious possession." The last few words were spoken softly, but Junko would likely have been close enough to hear.

"Well, it appears I have loitered here enough for the moment. Belladonna, Mort, Junko, Mistress, Everyone - It has been a pleasure! I hope to see you around~" Old memories were driving him away for now, but he'd be back; he liked these young ones, they were rather interesting! He gave the small crowd a bow (a noisy one, as his various trinkets clinked together as he moved), and turned to leave...for now.

Making his way toward one of the booths he'd avoided (not deliberately...it was just so pink!), Aedan had never understood the amount of fuss that went into choosing what people wore...I mean, it covered you up, and that was it, right?

However, a game was a game...

As he grabbed clothes, and tried to get them (somewhat) coherent looking on the mannequin, he half-attentively answered questions that the booth hostess threw his way.

"My favorite color? Red, definitely. And my favorite piece of clothing would have to be my shoes--this pair is really comfy, no matter what I'm doing. And why would I know what the heck a petticoat is?! Isn't that some kind of skirt, or something?"

Grabbing random articles of clothing out of the box was...interesting, he thought as he looked at the final 'outfit'. The best that can be said about it is that it almost matches, I think...

With a self-depreciating shrug--he'd never claimed to be particularly good at this--Aedan decided it was time to check out one of the other booths.


((Final Score: 53, I believe?))

The witch was not only suitably impressed by everyone's ability to craft lovely outfits from such reject clothing, but she was more than impressed by the sudden influx of people. It was not only welcoming and exciting, but ever so slightly intimidating. But she was a willful thing and promised to speak, at least a little, to each person who visited her booth.
First up was the lovely Valkeryie, who Belladonna made absolutely no attempts to stop from staring at her hair. It was just so pretty. All its braids and her wings were gorgeous and hhggggnnnnn. Teach Belladonna had to braid her hair like that~ But first! Conversation!
"Freya? Its lovely to meet you! Blue does suit you perfectly, and yes petticoats make your skirt poofy! Um, usually I'm wearing one and I could show you but... Not tonight." It almost hurt to mention that and the witch self-consciously pulled down on the skirt of her little uniform, but hurried onto her next point. "Thank you! And if you would like, we're always looking for models in Frighteningly Fashionable Freaks! We like to cater to all types and I think you would perfect if you would like to join us! Youdon'thavetobutoyucanifyou'dlike." That last little bit was rushed as the witch held the sign up sheet in front of her mouth, but left her eyes exposed, round and vaguely puppyish.

Speaking of puppyish...
Belladonna gratefully took King's entry with a rather loud laugh before she quickly hailed him.
"You're running for office, aren't you? I'll do my best to come chat with you before the night is over! Thank you for participating!" She told him quickly before she dashed over to Lizzy to take her entry too.
"You don't? Well, that's quite alright!" The witch was honestly surprised to find Lizzy didn't immediately say pink, but it was also rather... Nice? Maybe that wasn't the word, but it was an interesting thing to learn about her friend.
Rhiannon caught the witch's attention next, where she patiently waited for the ghoul to answer all her questions.
"I think having two favorite colors is best! That way you can mix it up whenever you feel like it!" When she pointed to her skirt, Belladonna offered her a conspiratorial wink before she slipped her a ribbon along with her thanks.

Just as Sal left (Belladonna was inwardly QQ'ing that he found Junko's hair so fascinating but had yet to find anything fascinating about the witch), Eisheth was back. And feeling talkative! Sure to be a good host, Belladonna took a careful amount of time to reply to the Horsewoman's questions and answers. Thus far she hadn't met any Clans members she would count as enemies, and she sincerely wanted to keep it that way.
"Well, black and orange are always a staple for Halloweentown. I personally prefer pink, but as you can tell," She adjusted the orange bow on her chest, "I'm certainly not picky. The red and gold combination really compliment your skin tone marvelously! And what is this fabric made of? Its gorgeous!" The witch marveled at the fabric, though she was polite and kept her hands from grabbing it up to feel the texture. At the mushroom comment she laughed, though she tried to cover it, before she smiled at Eisheth. "Well, I suppose it can look quite similar to a mushroom!"
The witch was about to say something else, but was distracted by a demon behind her. When she whirled around, she almost complimented his outfit, but then he insulted the petticoat and she fixed him with a stern look.
"Your matching skills are wonderful, but your vocabulary is decidedly lacking." Her stern look held for one more moment before she dropped it for an informative smile. "Its an undergarment one wears to give a skirt a bit of volume. They come in various shapes and sizes and some people have even taken to wearing them as just a skirt, though I wouldn't necessarily recommend that--Thank you for coming!"

With the last participant taken care of, Belladonna returned to Junko and Lizzy, feeling a little drained. Hostessing was haaaard! Maybe now would be a good time for some more coffee or a snack or--
"Great Hecate! What happened Sal?!"
To say that he was a mess would have been a bit of an understatement. It looked like Fright Night had run him over! Sympathetic to the end, Belladonna patted his arm before she led him over to the box of clothing. "You're rather tall... I'm afraid the only that would you fit you is.... This!" With a flourish the witch produced a three piece suit, that was actually rather nice. Had she stuffed that down in the bottom of a reason? What reason would that be?!?

Uncertain of how to respond to what had happened, as the witch highly doubted he had gotten into a war at such a peaceful event as Fright Night, Belladonna instead only gave him another sympathetic pat on the arm. Yet when Sal's reaction was not what she expected, she could not help the little purse of lips.
"Well, its a suit!" She told him, looking at it. Why, everyone wore suits! Everyone except Clansmen.
Wow, that was not only culturally insensitive, but rude too! Good job Bellsie!
Belladonna blinked for a moment before she gave Sal her kindest smile.
"These are pants, for both your legs. The front goes this way. This is the shirt, and the jacket goes on last of all!" The witch then directed Sal to the nearby changing area, though she frowned a bit. What if he still managed to get it wrong? Didn't the Horsemen only wear robes and ceremonial clothing? That presented a bit of a problem.
With a finger than indicated 'wait', Belladonna darted back to the front of her booth where Mort was lingering.

"Darling, I have a favor to ask of you... " The witch looped her arm in his as she lead him toward the waiting Horseman. "Sal is horrifically messy from... various... activities... Would you mind helping him into a new outfit? All we have is a suit and he doesn't even know what it is and you should wear suits too, they'd look quite dashing and anyways would you mind puh-leeeassseeee?" To sweeten the deal, Belladonna folded her hands under her chin, batted her eyelash and made sure to squish the ladies up for a nice little view. "Please, my dearest?" Along with a bit of ghoulfriend doting, naturally.

The dragoness then looked rather confused at some of the question she was being asked. Some she knew easily while others...she had not a clue.

"Uhh... I like blue...I like jeans the best..." she said slowly, the next question the one being the most difficult. What the jack was a petticoat? Some sort of clothing she could guess, but apart from that.

"Uhh...a....jacket?" She responded. Because a coat was like a jacket right?

Dressing things up?

Bring it. Lifen loved making things look good. It was in her job profile and basically the fiber of her being. Working with what she was given, she looked over the final product, giving it a once over. It looked great!

She thought.

[ Final Amount: 51. ]

Once more, Yin had pulled together another wonderful outfit. The witch heaved a sigh as she waited for Sal to finish putting on his suit, finally decided to sidle up next to the mantis boil. The sweetest of smiles was planted on her face and she even batted her eyelashes.
"Right now you're the only boil. But with someone as level headed as yourself, surely others will realize that this club isn't full of frivolity. We need someone like you to help keep up in order!" Most other womanly charms most likely failed massively when it came to Yin, so instead the witch decided to play toward his obvious personality traits. It wouldn't really do to lie and say other boils had joined when they hadn't, but what else could she do but shamelessly flatter?
Nothing.

Except wave at the very pretty Clanswoman who had created an outfit.
"Oh that's darling!" Belladonna cooed to Lifen, a little softer as this creature looked so fragile. "And your dress is absolutely a marvel. I adore it." Sure to make a good impression, the witch let her eyes sparkle a bit at the horsewoman. Sal was here and she was certain Eisheth was around too! This darling thing could stay and play with all of them!