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There was a small, unnoticeable commotion behind the picture board. It seemed someone was getting ready to get their picture taken, but there was no sound coming from either of the two. This would be because the majority of their conversation was private, in each other's minds.

When the photographer was ready, two very distinctly purple, tentacled heads stuck through the holes. One looked annoyed - the other, just smug.

A single thought became public.

But why do I have to be the horse?

The picture was taken, and they were both gone their separate ways before anyone other than the photographer had known the wiser.



Too bad it wasn't a video, though. It would have looked like this.

What drew the cowboil to the booth? Was it the wooden, western style set up? The cake? The Photo Op? Hats?!

No, it was the badges.

Mot stood in front of the booth, dreamy eyed (if his eyes could even be seen, which was a definite no). He could use a sherrif's badge! At the same time, perhaps he should greet the ghoul manning the booth. "Howdy!" Mot said with a grin. "Oh hey! You're from Prom! Court Jester!"

Cady nodded slowly to Mot. A bit of burnt wood jutted from her mouth in what she felt was a really cool fashion.

"It might be that I am." She squinted at him (had she ever not been squinting?) and added appraisingly, "You won a hat. For dancin'."

She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Might be that I'm here...to win me another hat. A better hat." She tilted the cowboy prop hat she was wearing for emphasis.

But Cady couldn't really manage to hold the tough ghoul act for long. She peered curiously at Mot's own duds (how had she not noticed his amazingly appropriate attire before?) and grinned, sending the wood chunk dropping to the ground.

"HEY, it's like we dressed alike. You look so cool. Would you like a muffin? Gladys baked them! They're very good, although the cake got squished in shipping. But you can't eat the cake, it's a surprise." How the cake that was laid out very plainly and obviously on the table was to be in any way surprising was anyone's guess.

While she knew she couldn't vote because she was running, Junko still wanted to see who else was running for a position on Student Council. She wanted to give them her support and also let them know she was running, too! That's what you're supposed to do, right? Spread the word and all that. She felt bad leaving Tomoko behind at any time knowing the kitsune couldn't leave but Tomoko had insisted she would be okay, so with a bit of reluctance she was now out and about checking out the rest of the booths.

This one certainly caught her eye with its large painted wall and the cake. Dun eet? Oooh! Muffins! Junko picked up a red cupcake and took a curious little bite of it. Not bad! But...what was this booth for? Was it just to have fun? The manticats sporting star-shaped badges were a good hint. Cady? Ohhhh! What an adorable plushie! Junko picked up the plushie that resembled Cady, reading its shirt. "Awwww! Cady! This is adorable! Can we take these?" She wanted one! It could sit with the plushie of Riley and the plushie of herself. This was so cute! Junko looked up to give Cady her attention only to meet eyes with not Cady but a...balloon?

Wait...this looked like a punching bag in the fitness club room. Only more orange and more Cady-like.

...Could they hit this? Junko looked around for a moment, stepping closer and closer to the dummy. Now, it wasn't Cady she wanted to hit. Not at all. It was Andeon she wanted to hit. She tucked the plushie under her arm and held the muffin in the same hand, pouting at the dummy. Imagine Andeon. Imagine Andeon. Image Andeon.

She saw the picture of Andeon and Riley in the corner of her eye. That jerk had been here.

Without thinking her fist flew forward at the dummy.

The tough girl act worked for a while. Mot wasn't entirely sure what to think about it, other than it was pretty Jackdamn badass.

Eventually though, Cady acted like she had again back onstage. Kind of strange, but very approachable. Mot grinned widely, standing proud. He did like to be complimented. "You look cool too! I've got to say that there isn't a better way to dress." Biased.

Mot turned his head to regard the muffins. Honestly, Mot didn't like to eat most of the time. But Cady seemed so nice, and she was offering, sooo... "Sure. I guess Ill have one." He loved the color red, so he grabbed one of the red cupcakes, taking a small bite from it.

He also couldn't help but notice people taking shots at the punching bag. Mot had little to no desire to hit something with a ghoul's face on it. For now, Mot decided to walk around some more.