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Fai wandered into the booth with a curious expression on his face. They were trying things on dolls? He did quite enjoy learning about new cultures--especially their clothing.

He started sorting through the materials, judging by pattern and feel--he rather liked this smooth, silky light material here, he thought, putting a dark blue silk shirt to the side, then pulling out a rather ornate, lace covered black vest, then some smooth looking black pants--ah, he didn't WEAR shoes, so to say, but he did rather like these, he thought, setting aside a pair of black dress shoes.

Soon he had a classy, dress outfit on the mannequin, one that didn't look half bad--if you wore that restricted of clothing.

Points: 54

Already totally used to being treated like a small child for literally her entire life, Belladonna only took a great deal of joy in the hug Sal bestowed to her. She even went so far as to jump up on her toes so that she could give him a hug back. Because hugs.
"It really is a marvelous outfit. I am very glad you two were able to make something so grand." Honestly, Belladonna was about two clicks away from kirakira'ing all over Sal. "After the festival?! Hecate, no! You simply have to keep it! You and I and Mort and whoever else wants to come along should all get fancy one day and go traipsing about." Mostly because the witch had a black hat with a gorgeous lace veil that she needed someplace to wear it, along with impeccably dressed people.

Quietly detaching herself from her gushing, the witch returned to Rhiannon and carefully listened to her color quandary.
"Like when people mix brown belts with black shoes!" Belladonna offered along with a show of her tongue, meant as her disgust. That man from the Human world who committed such an atrocity still would not leave her mind. In any event she smiled at the ghoul and offered her a ribbon for her answer. As for Fai's outfit, the witch marveled at it, along with clapping at the boil's design.
"That is simply marvelous! Excellent job!"

Once she had returned to Sal, he had produced another gorgeous outfit.
"Goodness you do have quite a lot of taste." For a moment the witch stared at the outfit before she turned to the taller horseman, her head angled up to look at him. "Do you do these sorts of things for your Clan?" She inquired innocently, as the booth had slowed down quite a lot and they had the time. After all, Sal had already endeared himself quite heavily to the witch and she was a little curious about him.

Grendel approached this new booth a little hesitantly. Fashion design? What did he know about that sort of thing? Still, when he noticed who was running the booth he had to smile, his tongue running across his upper teeth and fangs with a chuckle. It was that oh so very bouncy ghoul from the battle of the bands. Well, he couldn't just ignore her now, could he?

The vampire made his way towards the game, eyeing the empty dress form and the box of mix matched clothing.

Well, here went nothing!

No really, here went nothing. Grendel was quite horrible at this, really. There was no way in the seven hells he was ever getting into fashion. The very results of his efforts were ghastly.

"Excuse me there, Miss? Perhaps you would like to give me a private demonstration on how to do this properly?" He offered the red headed ghoul a sly wink.

Score: 34

"That must have been absolutely gorgeous." Belladonna told Eisheth in a voice equally mixed with praise and awe, as she conjured up a perfect image of what the Horsewoman must have looked like. Though she was unfamiliar with all the particulars of ranks and custom in the Clans, being made Alchemist must have been a very large to do. "That headband is simply awful!"
Before she could say much else, a familiar face came forward and the witch turned to the vampire from the Battle of the Bands.
"Hello Grendel! So glad you could make it tonight!" Totally oblivious to his wink she only blinked once before she looked at his outfit. "Private demonstration? Well, besides the fact there is absolutely nowhere private here on Fright Night, I am sure one more go at it will eradicate any problems you have encounter." She smiled at him warmly before she turned and pranced happily back to Sal.

Like a small child she gazed up at him, eyes wide as she listened, recording everything he said. Sage, then Alchemist. Check! Public relations, networking! Double check! Conquest--
It took a great deal of willpower for the witch not to roll her eyes when it came to Conquest and their clothing as she'd had a discussion with a certain Conquest Horseman about superior clothing, and while she did rather enjoy their designs, she certainly found them... Limiting. Not to mention their deep narcissism for their own designs were a bit grating on one's nerves. Perhaps it was only that the witch had had a bad encounter, but still, she was a bit biased nonetheless.
It would do not good to say such things to Sal, so instead the witch only dropped her head against his arm as she looked up at him in a doting manner.
"Should you ever decide to dabble in fashion, I am sure you would be most excellent in your endeavors."

And then everything changed when a few Tart Treats attacked.

Nope, Grendel really, really sucked at fashion, and apparently the bouncy red head wasn't interested in helping him out.

Cue broody pout of dark handsomness.

Score: 22 lolololol

Grendel was far, far too pouty about being completely brushed off by Belladonna to be of much help in the cleaning department. What was the point? She clearly had terrible eyesight if she didn't notice how superior and handsome he was in comparison to her stitched up and rotting boilfriend. She probably couldn't even see the mess.

Still he made a partial effort towards helping to clean it up.

What was with all of these little student booth having problems? Maybe he would be nice and help this one out as well. He really did not pick up that many things, but he managed to get some of the larger objects out of the way so that someone else could deal with the piddly things.