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Junko looked to the unfamiliar ghoul and watched her sketch, tilting her head so she could get a good look at what she was drawing. Hmm? What did she--oh! Was that all? With a warm smile the ghoul nodded. "Easily! It wouldn't take very long, either. Are there specific colors and patterns you'd like? I can even take your measurements now so I can just start on the skirt after the festival without wasting any time." Because Junko liked to have her projects done in an orderly manner. She never rushed, except the few times she had to and she hated it, but she didn't like to use her time unwisely either.

Another ghoul approached her, one that looked familiar in the sense that Junko knew that feeling. Shy, quiet, unsure of what to say.. "Do I what?" She asked kindly with a patient smile. "Ask away! We're happy to answer any and all questions!" Hopefully that didn't backfire on her.

A particular question got her attention and Junko looked up to see which chest was the one in question. The ghost one. Of course the ghost one was the one they were asking. She blushed, fidgeting with her fingers and giving a shy giggle. "Um, yes. I know the uh...the ghost one very well." Very well. "I also know who the reaper is, but I'm not sure who the rest of the chests belong to."

It was definitely not the shirtless boils on parade that had drawn Thackery in. Definitely not.

Fashion was always an intriguing thing, and it excited him to know that some of his classmates were really getting their foot in the door with the industry. They had their own cards and everything! That was serious business.

Some of the others appeared to be playing some sort of 'dress-up' game with the shirtless boils, which looked like a fun idea. So he picked up a shirt, eagerly allowed Junko to put his blindfold on, spun around, and...pinned the shirt right onto Junko before she had the chance to get away from him.

After removing the blindfold he just stared, dumbfounded, and quietly remarked, "Well...it looks good on you..."

"........."

Poke said not a word as she stood in front of the booth, blinking at the pictures of boil chests, and just wondering...what was going on here. They didn't seem to affect the dragoness, most likely because she had no idea whom these boils were, and all she could see were their chests

...not that they weren't well built, but...why did these pictures exist

Before she could ask Lizzy, a blindfold was tied around her eyes, and she was spun around and around until she had no idea were everything was. She then walked towards were she thought the board was, holding up the pin-able shirt and placing it on the board. Amazingly, she had placed it correctly on the red looking one.

Taking a deep breath, Tsukiko spoke in a rush. "I was curious about your clothing business and Ami... Ami... this school." She tugged at her own outfit. Keeping to the traditional black-and-blue theme, she had worn a yukata today instead of her long flowing dark robe she wore the day before. Of course, her clawed feet were more visible this time... along with a lot more leg. More leg, less prone to trippin' over the hem. Trade offs bite. She thought.

Previously her aim had been impeccable, so Belladonna decided to try her luck again. Also, to furiously wave at Junko and Lizzy. Because she could. They were friends, it was totally within her right to make silly faces at them as she skipped on past and toward the row of naked chests. Mysterious, naked chests. Not that'd she seen altogether too many male chests in her life, not that she hadn't wanted to. The situation had simply never presented itself. Not that she was complaining. Or lamenting. Or... Hush up, little witchling.
With a sigh the witch re-donned the blindfold, spinned herself widdershins and staggered forward.
Once she hit something, the witch stopped and unblind-folded herself. With a head tilt she looked at the Reaper chest, not at all what she had been aiming for. And she hadn't even gotten it all the way on! Whatever, at least she'd won something!

Back at the Silk webs, booth, Frost was clean again, dry again, and wandering. He was still curious about the idea of a student business, and was willing to be a patron. Admittedly, Frost was also amused at their game. Simple, charming, and quirky. Pinning a shirt and chests. He didn't like it or dislike at this point, only accepting it for what it was. A game. Donning the blindfold he made his attempt, giving a snort as he pinned the shirt as saw what he'd done. The ghost boil again. Perhaps it was the fact he was a ghost himself? Maybe it was just racial attraction. Ghost to ghost, like to like. Or he just was bad at aiming in other places. A perfectly logical answer told him yes, he was just rather poor when it came to aim.

Part of why he'd been so terrible with the shooting both and... quite a few others. In the end, he pinned something so, that was a win right?

Oooouuu, this was Junko-chan's booth! Why hadn't she come here sooner?? She kind of felt really bad about that, actually. The kitsune tried to not make a horrible keening noise as she approached, however. There might have been ponies about. She didn't want to attract ponies or boats or anything else!! Maybe.

Sort of.

Hmmmmm......

Never the less, it looked like they had a game wi- Oh Jack. There were naked chests on this booth! Tomoko's face turned a bright pink in surprise. "Omijack, Junko-chan. Your booth..it..I.." BLUSH!!! She clearly needed to fix this! 'Fixing' it seemed to require some rules, however, and Tomoko was more than willing to follow them.

Albeit her sense of balance after being spun around was kind of deplorable, actually. She half wobbled and nearly fell into the booth, finding she'd accidentally pinned a shirt onto the... 'Reaper'?

Reaper.

It was better than nothing, and Tomoko fidgetted with her skirt, looking to the two ghouls running the booth. "he'snotnakedanymore.." she sputtered, half pulling her ears over her eyes.

There was a glitter-monster at the booth. Who wanted to try to play that game involving topless pictures. Except instead of the pictures, he ended up pinning one of the students that had played the same game. He sorta just stared at her. The pinpoints of light dimming slightly to maybe show he was apologetic.