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Kari's stomach growled, signaling that it was time for a snack break. Stopping by the booths, she decided to try some spookies and scream eye scream.

As her companion stole a lick, Kari noticed a tag attached to the end of the cone...

Once more, the card attached read 'Sorry, just like her spookie from yesterday.

"Strange... the food tastes fine... so what's the reason for the 'sorry' tags?", she asked the treat on her shoulder. It simply stared at her for a moment before trying to steal another lick from her eye scream. Oh well.

The Undead booth was awesome. Leo hadn't explored the other booths yet, but she was pretty sure that none of them had a giant, talking skeleton - which, on the scale of awesome, pretty much blew the scale. There were games too, of course, but the ghoul was too busy staring wide-eyed at everything and taking in the decorations to take further notice of them right now. It was just so, well, fancy! And there was a definite theme going on here, which she approved of - it didn't hurt that it was an easily recognizable theme, either.

Leo herself was a walking advertisement for the Monster dorm, clad in their banner's colours as she was. She'd scrounged up the clothes from various second-hand stores in Town and the end result was quite a mishmash of styles - but the colours were right, at least, and she'd managed to write the dorm motto down one leg of her pants in black glitter.

Wandering around as she was, she nearly missed the glimpse of something familiar. Or rather, someone familiar, because that rather looked like - "Mei!"

Picking up a shovel, Kari dug into one of the shoe boxes...

She gasped as maggots started squirming around her shovel. Luckily, as she pulled her hand and shovel back, she managed to catch a token and flip it onto the table.

Moving to the back of the area, she found the pelvic thrust ride. Getting on, everything went well until the coaster jerked to a stop... upside down.

"Ah", she cried, reaching out to catch her companion before it fell to its demise. Doing so nearly made her fall out too, but she managed to hook her legs around the safety bar before she fell out. Once she pulled herself and her treat back to safety, she wrapped her hands around the bar and started yelling for an attendant.

After half an hour of waiting, someone finally walked by and noticed Kari's plight. Within a few minutes, Kari was safely off the ride, though none too happy. She was offer a prize to soothe her ruffled nerves, so she didn't stay mad for too long.

Scarlett pulled the hood of her new sweet jacket over her head yanked on the strings, tightening it around her face. This was more suffocating than helpful towards hiding the face but ya do what ya gotta do. Prepped for not-so-ultimate stealth, the ghoul tried to sneak up to the undead booth. No one could possibly see the Reaper in blue Reaper swag at the undead booth.

Totally can't. Yep.

Carefully (for her, not even close to careful), Scarlett snuck up to the closest part of TK and tied the arms of a jacket around a boney bit that made up the massive booth. Inside one of the pockets was a note.




She forgot this was supposed to be a secret nice mission and had written her name by accident, but fixed it oh so cleverly.

Scarlett had gotten her own jacket from the sewing club's awesome booth and earned a chance at another. TK was pretty cool and she felt bad he had to probably sit here the entire time as a booth, so she thought of this oh so great plan and grabbed an undead one.

The ghoul stood back and admired her handy work, but then out of the corner of her eye thought she might have seen someone staring at her. "YOU SEE NOTHING!" she squealed at a random, innocent student and fled.

[ENTERED AND EXITED FOR A BRIEF APPEARANCE. THIS CHIKA IS GONE.]

With the test written and his wound treated, Tybalt decided it was time to explore the other booths again and after hearing about the close call between them and the ghost dorm, Tybalt was curious about the undead booth.

It didn't even take him long before one of the games caught his eye. A shooting game! He was always fond of those. Even if it was just water.

Lifting the watergun, Tybalt pressed down on the trigger and almost immediately his shot wild, clearly missing the target. With a silent curse and an even wider grin, he tried again, firing two shots. Both of which hit the inner white wring.

"Hmm.." Once more, the black dog carefully lifted the watergun and this time, like the time before, fired two shots after each other. Only this time, both hit each of their targets dead center.

"Sweet! That was fun." He grinned widely, as he eyed the prizes laid out. "Can I get one of these, please?"

RIB SLIDING

The pelvic thrust ride wasnt all that great. And she was hoping that she would have a better time on this ride.

Christof lurched through, making sure the rides they had fashioned to their "massive skeleton booth" were still holding strong. Last thing he wanted was for someone to break a neck on one of his and Mort's designs.

Although, one could never use enough Spare Parts.