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Even Paradise Has Rules:

● Be respectful and kind. This is a place to have fun and relax. Keep the drama outside. Calder suggest exploding around the Fitness booth.
● No whining. We all try to address everyone we can. If you get skipped or annoyed, don't take it personally.
● To help, BOLD WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO. It helps us notice.
● All other TOS/TIH/ETC. rules that I can't think of. You all know 'em.
● What the booth staffers say, goes.


Lastly...
● No drowning anyone.

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SPA TREATMENTS:


Hornicure: A gentle, careful filing to shape and refine your horns and finished with a soft oiling.
Provided by Calder

Hair Washing and Styling: Hair your mane/fur/hair/etc. washed in cleansing shampoos and conditioners before being styled in whatever fashion you so desire. Come out feeling and looking gorgeous!
Provided by Yaya

Calder was exhausted, which was a good thing considering he was surrounded by benches and chairs with plush pillows. Flopping on one, he breathed out and took a minute to compose himself. Everything was done and he'd manage to gather all the N.A.P. supplies, haul it over to the pool room, get all the benches and chairs set up, make them comfortable, decorate, and then set up the needed booth material for BOTH clubs. He was done. DONE! Part of him wondering if Christof would have been impressed or angry that he had done the work of an Igor for one of his owners, but this was really for both clubs.

Breathing out, he almost thought of taking a nap right there in the warm, death on the beach scented room, before he shot up. Nope. He couldn't sleep. He had a booth...uh...booths to run. All the other clubs had gotten a head start on him already and he had to catch up. Well, at least he hoped this booth would be easy to run. Just talk and maybe touch a few horns.

Rising up, he changed into his Amityville swim trunks and a light, black vest with orange trim, leaving his scarf on. Feeling better, he trotted over and opened the doors, welcoming everyone who might wander by from all the commotion of other booths to take a break and just relax.

Combining booths had been the djinn's idea, figuring it wise all things considered. There had been no way in hell Barth was going to get everything set up for N.A.P., so all the preparations had fallen to her as the vice-captain, and Calder as the next in line after that. Of course, being the leaders of A.S.S., they felt there was an obligation to run a booth for that as well. The best solution had been to put both together, and Calder had done an amazing job of melding them into a central theme.

A Spa, with hornicures and hair styling. Kiddy pools within their area with floaty chairs and mats, pillows and towels and cushions scattered all over the benches and floors. Yaya rather wished she was here to enjoy it, rather then work. Perhaps later.

A black drape tied around her hips, Hadiyya wandered up to Calder at the doors. Also dressed in her Amity swim uniform, the stylized one piece with orange trim. Not her favorite color, but she had school spirit.

It appeared someone had already come along, and the demon offered the ghoul a smile in greeting. "Relaxing and enjoying the water," she affirmed, head tilting at the off color of the poor thing's cheeks. "Are you quite alright, dear?"

Calder was by the entrance, waiting while scopping out the new students. Well, the new students' heads. No horn. No horn. Tiny horn (cute). BIG HORNS! He would pause to watch as a very nicely horn-adorned boil walked past. Wait. Correction. Ghoul. Eh. Still, with that sort of trophy on her head, even he felt himself swayed a bit. They were mighty impressive.

It was then that a ghoul spoke out meekly that he didn't even hear her at first, until Yaya came by and addressed her. If Chun wanted to be left alone, this wasn't the place. "HIIII!" He waved, smiling at the new ghoul.

He trotted over and smiled at both her and Yaya. "Hi there! Want to check out our booth?" He said, laying on the welcoming, friendly voice a little too thick.

Of course she wanted to check out their booth. It was amazing. He helped with it.

"You should come this way."

OH! More people, and they all seemed to be ghouls. He guessed candles did that to most ghouls, though he did enjoy the smell wafting from their booths. Turning, he waved as a ghoul approached with a cheerful. "Hello!" back. She was a ghost, that was clear (or was it translucent?), and seemed like a friendly one at that. The more visiting students coming over, the more he felt he was succeeding in how well they pulled off the joined booths. It only helped his mood.

That didn't mean he wasn't confused when the ghoul spelled out their booth sign and didn't seem to get it. Moving over next to ghost ghoul, he looked up at the sign to see if it was defective. "Nooo. That's N.A.P. which spells Nap. And A.S.S. is Amityville Swim Squad. We had to shorten it cause it's too long to write on a board, and we accept all kinds. Boils and ghouls." He seemed to miss out on the fact he was called a ghoul.

"...But Yaya can do your hair! I can braid a bit, but I'm doing hornicures." He looked the two over. Blasted. They needed more horned visitors.

Oh shoot... Chun Mu thought to herself. She felt terrible that he was trying to be friendly and she could only stand metres away and squeak pathetically. She forced a lovely (crooked, and deformed) smile and nodded her thanks. She didn't want to sound like a young boil hitting puberty. But after a few seconds she decided that she had to say something, "The b-booth looks really nice!" this was almost close to a normal speaking volume. She hoped that she didn't come across as rude, but at this point she couldn't do anything about it. First impressions only come once! "Go where...?" Chun looked around and decided to follow the boil wherever he told her she should go. She was still a bit nervous, but as long as she didn't have to talk too much it should be okay.

When the ghost she saw from the fitness club came to the booth as well, Chun Mu felt relieved. She hated making awkward moments, although she mass produced them constantly. And now that the horse-like ghoul had someone else to talk to, she felt a bit better.