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For a moment, Tsetsiliya couldn't believe she was really doing this. She stood in front of the newly-instated box with a slight frown, the questionnaire crinkling in her nervous hands. She flattened it again against the side of the building, making sure everything was right.

Her name was there - that was the important part (no matter how embarrassing it was).

What she was looking for, as well. Hopefully she wasn't too specific. Her history of fancy parties and deghoultant balls gave her somewhat of a fanciful notion of what she'd like, but rationally speaking there was no way she could ask that merely for a date to the Prom.

She was seeking a boil who was not shy, but was enough of a gentleman all the same. Somebody to stay engaged in conversation with, who wouldn't get bored with her and wander off. It seemed like she was asking for a bit much, and again she contemplated ditching the whole thing and having a personal movie night in her dorm room instead.

But no - she had set out to do this. Tsetsiliya had missed out at Prom at her last school, and it was not in her nature to quit after she had started something. The paper was filled out already, so what harm could it do? Part of her did it because of her own stubbornness, while the other part did it to ease some of her own guilt about how Scarentines had turned out.

Before she could overthink things again, she shoved the paper into the box and moved away quickly, face going a deep crimson. At least back in her dorm room, she could fuss in private until the results came out.

Maybe it was fate that Aislin had come by this box. The banshee hovered inches above the ground, arms crossed one over the other as she gazed down at the unspectacular box. The sign above boasted the opportunity to be set up with a suitable match for the Prom. There were multiple things factoring in as reasons for her to fill out the questionnaire. The biggest one being that she was brand new and hardly knew anybody here. Most of the boils and ghouls she'd met during Open House had only been visitors for the day. This included candidates such as Cat.

There was him. The ghostly ghoul flickered slightly as her concentration dropped just at the thought of him and she exhaled a little plume of misty pinkish fog. She could just ask him out right, she supposed, but he probably already had a line of ghoul's waiting to ask him. Ash was not about to be one of those clamoring masses.

This was probably the best way to go. Taking up a piece of paper the ghoul grabbed a pencil and leaned down to write against the table the box was on. She jotted down her name and made sure to stress that she did not, absolutely not want to go to the dance with any undead. Best to just n** that in the bud before anything horrible could happen. Under preferences she wrote something... then erased it, and wrote something else OVER it - that whoever it was, they should be "hot".

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to go to such a thing called a prom however being a bit of the new boil he figured skipping it would just put him further into the anti social group. It wasn't that Joachim didn't mind being rather anti-social but the whole point of the school was to at least attempt something he normally wouldn't even if he was pretty that it was all going to go horribly wrong in the end.

The problem, as Merel squeaked as if mocking him, was that he didn't think any ghoul at Amity would want to go with him so there was little to no point in asking anyone. Instead, he stared at the box that was labeled with a crudely drawn sign about filling out a questionnaire to be set up with a blind date.

Oh what could go wrong? Everything of course, with his luck he would be stuck with someone who would feel the need to eat his mice, but nevertheless he quickly filled in the questions with rather large looping script like handwriting. He folded it and slipped into the box a chill running up his spine as he thought about everything else that could go wrong as Merel squeaked another laugh.

Amphi nervously looked at the questionnaire, folding it in her hand and unfolding. She had been locked away in her dorms due to shyness and antisocial behavior. When she had heard of the dance, she almost beamed with excitement, as far as activities to do with her legs, dancing had seemed the easiest since then. Though she really couldn't practice seeing as her dorm was its own aquarium.

A blind date though, It seemed nice since she knew only a few select students and even then it had been a light meeting and she was sure no one remembered her yet, especially since she kept disappearing.

Her hand scrawled over the paper.

((I have permission from Amon to do this >3))

Petro had learned that a certain celestial dragon did not have the honor of escorting anyone. That wouldn't do! He owed his friend for all the help he'd received in the realm of academics. Besides. Prom was shaping up to be a very physical event and having someone to watch your back would only up the odds of surviving. The tikbalang had marched back to the box with a new sheet and promptly stuffed it in.