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After the creepy digging game Lihua wanted to try and find a game to lift her mood. She knew the next booth after this one she will be stressed out.

She studied the booth she was at and saw that they had bowls and eye scream scoops. in the bowl were cephalato seaweeds inside.

"what is the object of this game?" She read the rules and picked up an eye scream scoop.

She tried to lift the cephalato out of the bowl but it flew away from her scooper.

"Oh Jack."

She sighed and tried to scoop the cephalatto.

Her second attempt was a success.

"Yeah I got one. Now what do with it?"

"Battle of the Bands?" Sylas repeated. "Sounds...interesting. What was that like?" His school was lame, all athletics and discipline and drop-and-give-me-20. Smiling might as well have been against the rules, and laughter would get you laps around the firepit! He hated it there, but his parents insisted it would make a proper monster out of him.

The spaded end of one tentacle insinuated itself beneath the ghoul's outstretched hand, allowing itself to be petted for only a moment before moving further to wrap around her wrist and part of her arm. The end of the other one patted her awkwardly on the head--she was theirs now~!

Sylas's ears perked when the ghoul behind the booth addressed them. "Huh? Oh--I'm not, not really, I guess, I just came to see what this was all about, but I can't speak for..." he trailed off, turning his attention back to the other ghoul. "Sorry," he said, "I never got your name."

The first thing Freya did when she returned to the pretty booth, was put her pearl in! She wrote her name on it and dropped it in the bowl, which was filling up nicely! Darn, this could have counted for her something shiny..

"Ah, slippery little guys, aren't they?" Bea said with an apologetic look. She handed Dried Kelp to those who hadn't already taken some and gave a nod to those who did. "The trick is, you have to sweet talk them into the scoop. You have to do it juuuuust right otherwise they swim away. Easily scared you know," she said as a matter of fact, "Better luck next time? Thank you all for playing!"

The tikbalang had begun his rounds at the candidate booths, he may not be all that interested in politics but even he knew the importance of having a good leader to look to in times of crisis. A square-root brow quirked at the ghoul's booth, brown eyes suddenly focusing on the... food. Petro may not have the most sensitive or experienced of palates but he was nothing short of brave when it came to food.

"Still looks better'n what I make," he chuckles before cutting himself a slice and promptly stuffing it into his mouth. He chews and lets the taste linger on his tongue for a moment, grinning that it didn't have too overpowering a taste. "This 's good!" he declared before taking pen to paper and scribbling down his guess. He then handed the slip of paper to Bea, beaming, "If y'r public relations skills'r as good as y'r cooking, y' definitely got my vote."

Unsure what to do with it now that it was in the scooper, Petro searched for the nearest container. The feel of the sticky substance suddenly draping over his hand startled the boil into dropping both cephalato and scooper. Oops. In the end, Petro got a dried kelp for his troubles.