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Victoria couldn't help staring at Belladonna's more-than-ample bosom; it wasn't that she was a perverse little ghoul, but she genuinely found the witch's chest to be amazing. In fact, she looked like she was in awe, face lighting up; when Mort said 'great assets', she did not expect this!

"Oh dear Sally! Those are... Some great assets! Are you Miss Belladonna? Sir Mort spoke of you fondly," The ghoul beamed at the zombie, touching her own hair when she was complimented, "Thank you, Miss Belladonna! You are far too kind... You have lovely hair as well! Could you sign my scavenger list please? I need someone with red hair."

It was just as Mort had described it!

"I would love to!" She turned to Carrol next, giving a nod before exchanging her scavenger hunt list for his, signing her name under the "under 5 feet" requirement. She then waited patiently for the boil to sign his name under "has a small natural form", happy to take even more items off her list of people to find.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss," She did a little curtsy for Vanya, finding the color of her feathers absolutely beautiful. The urge to reach out to touch them was strong, but she remembered what Matron told her over the skelephone the other day - do not touch others without their permission.

Sadly, this included ghouls' bosom... The only reason why Belladonna hadn't been bad touched.

"I'm Victoria Marie Bloodworth, or Victoria for short," She explained, holding out her hand for the harpy's scavenger list, "I'm a first year student at Amityville, so I could sign that for you?"

[I am Drag and this is the sound of me being sloooooooow.]

Vanya returned Victoria's curtsy awkwardly and instantly hated herself for doing so. It wasn't something she was used to and she didn't pull it off as gracefully as the ghost had. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she gave a smile. "A pleasure to meet you, too, Victoria." She held out the piece of paper and pen with a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

Turning back to the other harpy with a quirked brow, she watched as she interacted with the other ghoul. "I'm Vanya," she called out. "What's up?"

Sal was quite fond of mirrors, and when rumor circulated about a hall of them with various warping properties, well...he couldn't resist. The thin horseman cloaked in many different layers of fabric and robes didn't hesitate to step into the beckoning mirror (though he did worry for a moment that it would be a trick, and he'd end up an embarrassing face smear on the glass), and spent his dear sweet time looking at himself in every single mirror he had the chance to.

He was short, tall - well, taller, as he was already a good six-foot-five-inches - fat, distorted, cut into thirds...and a few he seemed normal in, though his eyes were the wrong colour, or his amused smile was a little too malicious. Intriguing, really! This was fantastic, absolutely fun, and as he moved to the next mirror - one that was waving at him when his own hands were tucked into his robes - he bumped into something small.

Very small.

Surprise flit over the Sage's usually serene features as he pivoted and looked down. Then down some more, until he spotted a pretty white little thing, splattered with blood. Awww, how precious she was! So tiny! So...white.

"Dear me, I am terribly sorry little one!" He crooned sweetly, his hands extending from the abyss of his robes to press his palms together, giving a rather apologetic look. "Are you alright, my dear?"

Sal's pale eyebrows lifted upon the description she muttered; she may have been trying to be quiet, but the (self-proclaimed) old man had excellent hearing. That was...quite the way to describe him, and how true! The Sage started to chuckle in an almost patronizing amusement, shaking his head just enough for the various trinkets in his hair to clink softly.

"If you insist, then it must be so~" He replied in amusement, not even bothering to confirm for a certainty that he was who she insisted he was. "...A scavenger list? What are you scavenging for, my dear?" Another thing he liked was scavengers; they reminded him of home! It wouldn't be the same in Famine without the screaming vultures circling over head. His long, bony hands extended to take the paper and pen from her regardless.

Wandering in to the room, she noticed something odd, there was a large mirror in the room she had happened upon it after getting her list in the other room. She was going to have fun playing this game but as she looked down at her list she bit her lip where was she going to find students that fit the descriptions.

In fact the only student she knew of with wings was Julian...and he wasn't around to ask questions of. But perhaps since there were so many students in the room she would be able to find at least one or two that could sign off her list.

Lumikki turned to hear a voice, oh it was a clanswoman not a student as she first thought. Smiling slightly, she couldn't help but notice the beautiful dress the woman wore.

"Oh uhm..yes I'm doing a scavenger hunt...but I seemed to have gotten lost and instead of finding more students to talk with I found this room..."

Thinking for a moment,

"Your dress is too elegant for a famine clan...but do you know anyone from there...maybe?"

She bowed her head slightly to show respect, she could tell just by the dress this clanswoman wore that she was from the isle of Conquest.

It had been some time since she'd been asked for that signature, and Freya hadn't gotten a chance to get to know her new little sister yet. So she decided to wander back over and tug on Anna's sleeve.

"Hay, friend. Would yeh likes teh gets teh knows each other now?"