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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:05 am
"Thank you, bro," He sniffled, holding out a bro fist towards Matt, "You so chill, you know? We so chill together..." A short pause followed as he frowned, "Can you go look for my Thor-bros so they can help save my chill booth? I will... Set up this booth... It will be so chill."
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Malcolm, meanwhile, had slipped away from his own booth, leaving a 'Be Back Soon' sign on the table. However, he dumped into someone accidentally, and was about to apologize when he realized that apologizing might make him look lame and uncool.
So he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked up at the person whom he had bumped into, raising an eyebrow as he sort of greeted him with a nod, "Manny."
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Sosiqui rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:07 am
Moira was terrified, to put it mildly. The headcrab zombie scuttled to her booth with an expression of vague, nauseous horror, staring at the empty space as if it might bite her. For all that she had been cheery the day before.... well.
She didn't want to leave. The thought of having no more classes and exams was wonderful! The thought of actually packing up and leaving Amityville behind? Jack, she couldn't do it! She'd never be able to do it! This was her home!
Trembling, she began to set up her booth, putting one of her headcrabs on each corner just as a starter. She had to at least try, she supposed, or else she would end up having some kind of horrible desk job somewhere, Gordon and Vance flying across the office as she stared at a mug labeled Thank Jack It's Moonday-
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
A few of her little inventions followed, including the tiny robot she'd made to pick up crumpled paper, her improved garbage disposal unit that they'd made her take out of the Undead kitchens, and the prototype sketches for Leenie's stair-carry-bot. For good measure, she drew a rather shaky smiley face on the booth's small blank banner, next to the red flag of the Defenders...
aaaaaaaaaaaaugh she could never defend Amityville without being here auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
With a sigh, Moira sat down behind her booth, doing her best to resist the urge to hide underneath it.
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:08 am
The only bad thing about having an amazing booth, was Pyre just...did not have the silver tongue needed to keep people coming to her booth. Or maybe people were just afraid of her. Though they shouldn't know her reputation right?
Still, she must have managed somehow... she had a good small crowd of people show up to her booth. She even managed not to piss anyone off! yeah!
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:11 am
A slow blink from Matthew and even a chin scratch as his buddy went dramatic. Slowly he raised his fist to meet Westhor's, albeit his was complete void of the luster his friend's was. Chill? Nah he was just lazy. An energy saver.
"You want me to go looking... me?" Matthew clarified, sighing deeply. "That sounds like a lot of work. I was hoping to grab a nap..."
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Sosiqui rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:11 am
A few people drifted by. Moira sat behind her booth with her expression frozen into a rictus of fear that she constantly attempted (and largely failed) to reshape into a welcoming smile. Did she want people to come by, or not? She did! She didn't! Yes! No!
aughgfhghiodgfhsodfhsdf.
Finally, Moira crawled under the table, heaving a sigh of relief as her hunched spine bumped the underside of the table. She could still hear people coming by - and see them, through Gordon and Vance's eyes - but now they couldn't see her.
Yaaaaaaaaaaay.
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:14 am
Maybe it was the fact her booth was amazing.. maybe it was her low riding shirt. Maybe she just had SOME charm? Either way, Pyre had gotten a fair share of cards and offers, more than enough actually. She was not swimming in offers but... jack, this was more than enough.
(( OOC total: 15 ))
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Sosiqui rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:16 am
Oh, Jack, she could hear more and more people coming around, and the thumping of headcrab feet on the table. She risked a glance through Gordon's eyes and...
Oh Jack, what were they doing?!
Dancing???
A moment later the rhythmic thumping stopped, and a sudden hail of laughter and mixed applause met her ears. She peeked out from underneath the tablecloth to see a veritable crowd, apparently gathered by the headcrabs' antics - and when they spotted her, the applause increased.
"Good show!"
"Here, take my card-"
Moira blinked as cards fell around her like a waterfall. "T-thanks!" she squeaked, before drawing back under the table.
Above, Gordon and Vance may or may not have done the headcrab equivalent of a high five.
((Tally: 16 - You're pretty good at this! A lot of people have given you their cards!))
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:17 am
The Reaper's body language shifted from "flee" to "chill out" upon contact. The transition was easy enough to manage, at least when he wasn't face to face with Cricket. Anyone else was easy enough to deal with, "Ah, Malcolm, 'musta?" he greeted in return, not batting an eye at his use of Tagalog. Most of the student body (with a few exceptions) knew he sometimes slipped into using his original vernacular now and again. The greeting was one of the more common ones he was known to use. "Sorry about running into you, I usually watch where I step."
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LividPeas rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:18 am
After the horrendous attempt at trying to heal a minipet gone wrong, Ava was more than happy to leave the class..though with a headache now, thanks to Avery's booming voice.
Rubbing at her temples, she set to work getting her own booth together, setting it up just next to the behemoth's own. A curious eye glanced off to Avery's booth, just to see what all he was doing himself.
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NOTHING!?
He just..sat there! Nothing to show, nothing at all! Yet, many people were flocking to his booth! She must take lessons from this boil later! Once finished, she was happy to know that, while her booth was not the best, she did a fairly decent job on setting up. It would have to do.
Total: 6
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:19 am
Sparks flew between them.
No, really. Sparks literally flew between their fists at the bro fist, although it wasn't enough to provide anyone with much of a zap.
"Yeah, bro," He frowned at Matt, "Oh... How about... You chill here first-" He pointed at his booth, "-while I go set up my chill booth... And we can go looking for my Thor-bros together? We chill on that?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:22 am
Rather content with her results, Pyre chose this as the moment to wander and explore the OTHER booths. She still did not see them being as amazing as hers... Speaking of someone amazing... "Hey, tree hugger!" She called out as she caught a particular flash of colors. The little druid was one of her ah.... helpers with her booth. Why not pay her a visit? "Hows YOUR booth coming, hmm?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:23 am
"It's alright," He muttered, frowning a little; he still felt a little bad about not apologizing, but... It was uncool, especially since Manny had decided to do the apologizing, "You done with your booth?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:25 am
Mathew looked from Westhor, to his booth, to where he assumed Westhor was setting up his booth, back to Westhor. "Yes. Chill as ice." He replied with a sigh. Matthew turned and sat down at his booth again, taking ff the closed sign, and resting his chin in his hands. Nap time?
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LividPeas rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:26 am
It wasn't long after that others began to crowd around her booth. Swallowing nervously, she smiled at the group and started to converse with the crowd. This was not something she was used to, nor did she like to have so much attention on her. She figured it must be all the work she had put into the booth to get this much attention. All she had to do now, was not screw things up. Which was something she was quite good at.
Total: 14
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:30 am
The Reaper pointed to the abandoned booth that only had a tablecloth and a lopsided, handwritten nameplate. "More like it's done with me," he chuckled affably, clearly not taking this whole thing as seriously as some of the others. "How's about yours?"
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