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An Igor in best of times is inherently good at creeping up and looming, but a frazzled, exhausted, and annoyed Igor did it with a finesse that clearly announced their presence without saying a word or making a sound save for a low annoyed growl in his throat that read, 'yes, Master?' from just behind the couch where "Deana" lounged.

He was not pleased to be dragged away, and his curled fists at his sides punctuating that unsaid comment.

The hunchback fidgeted, stitched mouth worming as he considered how to reply before nodding stiffly. Brows furrowed, he glanced down at the horned figure below him-

He blinked.

Expression now battling between bewilderment and frustration with a touch of envy, he snorted before tapping the back of his right hand with a claw and then turned it to his apparent Master.

Was... was he trying to show his Igor off to impress a DEMONESS? He was instantly conflicted. Half of him wanted to do his best, make Barth look powerful and good for the lady demon, but the part that was still back in Riley's booth, helping a lovely commanding Patchwork ghoul how to aim a paintball gun was seething.

A small unfamiliar looking boil handed him a photo, “errr thank you?” Joachim had no idea when or even how she had taken the photo but he only assumed by Merel’s squeaks that she had something to do with this photo so he simply put it in hsi pocket for safekeeping.

The couch on the other hand was starting to get a little crowded everyone seemed to be rather intent on asking the demon various questions about his campaign and what he was going to do for them. Meanwhile Joachim didn’t have anything else to ask that was if the demon kept his views on couches a reality he didn’t really know what else he wanted from him. Standing up he noticed a rather colorful faced boil sitting behind a table looking rather ready to… face paint?

What could possibly go wrong the reaper thought as he headed towards the table and sat down.

“So…. I can get my…face painted?”

...This guy was actually trying to talk him her out of going to school? That was...interesting. Apparently school was not mandatory here, like it was in his world? Interesting! It'd be something he'd have to ask Aria or someone else later on.

"...Well alright. I won't apply or attend." Deana promised, offering the guy an amused smile. Sleepy eyes moved to stare at the new girl (ghoul, the helpful voice in his head reminded him), but before he could say anyhting to the, uh, other woman, he realized someone else was behind him when he heard the growl. Really though, he only noticed because---

<OH BLOODY JACK JEREMY SOMEONE'S THERE LURKING BEHIND YOU I CAN SEE HIM AUGH WHAT THE HELL JEREMY JEREMY JEREMY SOMEONE'S THERE JEREMY HEY HEY---->

Well, there was that, too. Elsie had also heard the growl and had, as always, started her shrill screams of panic. <I know I know I know, SHUT THE ******** UP ELSIE> Jeremy mentally yelled at the voice in his head. Getting shrieked at by a very shrill female voice in his head understandably screwed up his golem's features, making it twist in discomfort and irritation.

The look stayed for a little longer when he actually took in what the new creature looked like. This was Christof? Wh-what the ******** was...that was...hideous. Disgusting. Hunchback of Notre Dame, anyone? Where was Frollo and the bell tower when you needed them? 'She' continued to stare at the hunchback while Barth chatted up the locals in regards to politics he did not care for one little bit.

<Oh. He's probably a servant. Say hi....SAY HI.>

"Err, Hi, Christof," Deana said awkwardly, before something Barth said caught his attention. "...An experiment?" The low, 'sickly' voice of the, uh, Demoness, questioned. Elsie might have silenced herself, but it wouldn't be for long no doubt; Jeremy was starting to get suspicious. What kind of experiment?

Christof blinked, frowning down as the seeds were put in his offered hand, glittering as though covered in fish scales. He was... ordering him to go play games? But he had Riley's game to run, and he hadn't even spent longer than a few moments at his own booth and there was so much to do... he tucked the seeds in his pocket, hands rising up in a series of movements- sign language- 'Calder-at-Mistress-Booth. With-boy-pony. Running-activity-shouldn't-leave-cannon-unguarded-for-long-with-gnomes-about.' He fidgeted again, face contorting as he struggled with the decision but...

Well... Helping Mistress he had done of his own volition. This was a command and whether he always thought it or not, Barth still was his Master. He gave a bow and a nod, glancing to scowl directly at the female Sloth demon with a calculating look. 'Will-bring-back-fish-eggs-for-your-lady,' he begrudgingly signed before straightening (as much as a hunchback was able) and awaited to be dismissed.

When Cady seemed to be done baffling Mandy she took that as her cue to go back to skulking being unobtrusive. Colette didn't even prod her out of it this time much to her joy.

Though blending in with the shadows wasn't all that fun and she nearly came out several times, even if only to poke at West who seemed even more bored and disgruntled. Then again that was his average state.

Thankfully before she could pick a fight with her own security more people arrived and livened up the place allowing her to lean back and enjoy the chaos. Though if anyone threw her sashimi to the ground again she'd be having words.

The only thing that bugged her was that no one was playing her carefully thought out and executed games. This could not be.

....Maybe they didn't know what to do? She'd been a bit vague on the instructions. Hmmmm....

and that was when a sloth demoness flopped down on their couch.

Target.

Mandy knew how to persuade Sloth's, or at least Barth and she assumed the same basis could be used. All you had to do is offer them something with maximum reward with little effort. They'd be insane to refuse.

That and she didn't want the ghoul making too many eyes at Barth, he already had enough ghouls thankyouverymuch.

Creeping up she hovered next to the couch, scooping up the Vegemite and a spoon along the way.

"Excuse me Miss, would you like to try one of our games? All you have to do is eat a spoon of this Vegemite and you're in the running to win that Rare Tedd-Weddy minipet over there."

Said Teddy-Weddy looked up from its post on the table and waved, beady eyes glistening creepily at Deana.

Waiting for the reply Mandy inwardly cackled, she loved the part when they accepted - no one was ever prepared and her inner trickster was satisfied.

Barth may have noticed a fond look shot his way when he mentioned Krumm Car.

"...Interesting." A device? What was he, some sort of scientist? Weird world was weird. "What kind?" The vague and mysterious notion was lost; s/he was actually curious...maybe it would be some valuable information to bring back to his leaders.

"I don't think your pet likes me." She pointed out after noticing the glare. Geez, at least s/he looked good. That monstrousity was just...ugh. If they ever came back here with the intent to hurt, he knew who he was going after first, if he could. Maybe he'll find a well to drop it down! It'd be beautiful.

Then someone else addressed him...err, her.

<JEREMY THEY'RE EVERYWHERE HEY HEY HEY--->

ShutuppleasegoddamnIknow. Was Jeremy getting pissed? Yes, yes he was. Was he about to run? No he wasn't. He had a real Sloth Demon here and was surrounded by the enemy; uncharacteristic breaking for it was out of the question. That did not stop him, however, from turning a very exhausted looking glare at the new creature; some sort of half-furry girl who was pretending to be a bear. He'd seen her type in highschools, where pathetic idiots were convinced they were really some animal in a human body.

Bear was new though.

"No." Deana said firmly, in the same low tone she had been careful to use all night. "I already ate." She repeated the same lie she had given Barth earlier, in regards to the, uh, sashimi. Though, the tired golem's eyes did turn towards the mentioned rare pet that was 'over there'.

...Hm. Naw, he shouldn't.

Pickles applied the brush vigorously.