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There was a makeshift booth set up along the walkway near the Undead Dorms that day. By makeshift booth it was actually a table with a cloth draped over it. It wasn't long before the winged vampire, Maritess, fluttered out of the undead dorms to carefully lower a large box about as tall as her torso down onto the ground. Inside said box were even more boxes with a skull decorating its lid. She began to lay as many of them out on the table as possible, nervously looking over her shoulder from time to time. When satisfied with the arrangement, she pulled out a hand-painted sign and taped it to the front of the table.



Positioning herself behind the table, Maritess waited and hoped someone would be willing to take these boxes off her hands.

((* RP is open to EVERYONE, doesn't matter if Tess ic-lly knows or likes your character.
* You can claim up to two per post, so if you want more than one please make another post for that claim. Be sure to mention how many you want in your post and include your minipet profile.
* You don't have to wait for me to ic-lly respond (because I am slow as ********) so feel free to just rp your character going up to Tess, getting the amount of minis you want, and then leaving. There is no need to make a reserve post.
* You are not allowed to sell or trade these SEs but you can have them as your character's ic-main minipet. Because truthfully, I'd love to see idle hands skittering about 8DDD
* I have Blade's permission to use the Kobold Giveaway thread's ooc-rules *w*b))

Whatever good spirits Tess might have been in over the prospect of ridding herself of these unwanted things fled at the misshapen figure that appeared. Oh Jack. Oh Jack. Not him. Please not him. Please walk past her. Please, please, please, please, plea-oh candlejack he was walking up to her. She had the table between them. That was good. But all the same, Maritess immediately grabbed for a box and held it with both hands, mild panic clear as day on her face as she slowly inched backwards.

"Christof," she stiffly stated, nervously glancing around for someone. ANYONE she could possibly fly behind and hide. Just in case. Never mind the fact that the patchwork's actions had been cruel-aid fueled, Tess didn't want a repeat of their first up-close-and-too-personal encounter.

Maritess eyed the patchwork boil suspiciously, ever alert for any sudden movements he might make. Sure she had Riley's promise (in writing! If one could call groanspring messages that) that she'd make sure he wouldn't be making any bad-touches with her, but she was still allowed to be wary, wasn't she? Her brows knitted at the gesture, she didn't know sign language (she needed to restudy Morse code for Jack's sake) but the fact that he was gesturing to his chest made her recall the groanspring thread involving bigger breasts was better.

Context, Tess, Context! Surely he wasn't poking fun at her, um, lack of endowments, which she still had time to grow into. Or was he? Her face read nothing but displeasure and self-consciousness, "I have no idea what you're trying to say," she told him while keeping a firm grip on the box.

Holding her tail fairly high off the ground, considering how low and sultry it usually swayed, and moving across campus with no destination in mind, the werelemur stumbled across the make-shift stand by accident...offering it, as well as those surrounding it a side-long glance. Was that...Arachne? And Chris? And--well Natalia didn't know the ghoul behind the counter, but what on earth were they gawking at? Although not many were gathered now, the monster made the hasty assumption that others had at one point been hovering and took it upon herself to get involved. After all, spending several days indoors biting ones nails and throwing things about in a fit of rage did nothing for her social life.

"Handouts?" Natalia questioned as the long fingers of her left hand drummed against the pale, always plush lips of her curious face. Her body pressed against the edge of the table without disturbing anything placed on it, the free gloved hand set comfortably on her jutted hip. The monster also offered a smile in her approach to each that stood around her, expecting one back but certainly not in the mood to stir up any trouble if given otherwise.

It was...peculiar to find a student handing out boxes; boxes of--unknown objects, no less, just outside the undead dormitories...although, Natalia wasn't familiar with undead customs, especially those of the raven-haired ghoul, who looked to be in charge, so perhaps these 'handouts' were more gifts than anything else?

Again her fingers tapped a rhythm on the curvature of her mouth, only afterwards falling slowly to brush against one of the brown 'packages'...since surely they were holding SOMETHING. Which would make them packages, right? Something handheld? Compact? A mirror? That would be nice.

Tossing blue hair away from her face with a casual flick of her head, Natalia rested her eyes on the ghoul without legs, wrapping both of her hands around the box she touched to lift it eye level. "Hmm, well the outside looks pretty enough. Free to the willing aye? Anything free is alright with me." Her head bobbed once in nod, lashes fluttering as her attention addressed the box more closely, thumbs eager to push the lid open...but again she wondered, why on earth would this ghoul want to give away free boxes?

So her lips parted again, case tucked under her arm. "I'm not going to open this and find a reanimated kitten or something, will I? Although a chuckle slipped from her sweetened throat, the monster was mostly very, very serious.

((Take your time on a response! If anything, I'll have Natalia stalk off with her box in hand, just one btw, and when they meet again somedaaaay she will bring it up to Tess. "HEY WRY YOU IGNORE ME THAT ONE TIME?!"
Shia))

At the arrival of two new faces, Maritess felt relief. "W-well, my parents sent me an excess of these boxes in my Scare Package. They seem able to house an assortment of things," she explained, opening one to demonstrate. And suddenly froze when a hand popped out to wave at all four students. A smile was frozen on Tess' face as crimson eyes shot to Natalia then Arachne and even Christof, "No reanimated kittens in here unless you put one in yourself," she laughed lamely and quickly shut the lid.

But failing as the hand, a very distinctly male hand at that, popped the lid back open to skitter out as if offering a handshake. "I-I did write handouts, didn't I? Maybe I should have placed a space between the words... B-but I assure you, they're very handy to have around."

Luckily for Christof, even without the hand distraction, she wasn't going to cause a scene. Not unless he tried anything suspect first.

((ooc: will send the pets over when I get home from work n.n))

At the sudden sight of the severed Parts sprung to life, Christof gaped in amazement. It... moved? How... how amazing! Were they sentient? What sort of mad science created such a strange novelty? Flinching at the movement from the box, he gave it a ginger poke with his clawed left hand.

Glancing up from the fidgeting appendage to it's... distributor... the hunchback pointed timidly at a box before patting his chest.

He knew they were on... shaky terms at best, but... he had to have one for his collection! He wasn't sure he'd ever want to try to ATTACH it, but it was fascinating all the same. Maybe it could help slap Scruff away from his Parts Piles?

((ho ho! twooooplz? mustgetalts |B <3))