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Unlike the majority of the booths nearby, this one is completely enclosed and relatively featureless. It looks more like an... abandoned shack, really. Two preoccupied Amityville instructors sit outside, trading idle gossip, until one of them is distracted by a pair of giggling ghouls.

"And a lovely afternoon it is," Kenner says as he gestures toward the booth. "How'd you young ladies like to test your skills inside?"

"In, out. A not too difficult task that is well worth your time," Elk says with a little bit too much enthusiasm. You can hear the smile in his voice.

You watch as the ghouls enter the odd enclosure, their chuckles abruptly silenced as the door closes behind them. A couple of seconds later, Kenner opens it again with a flourish. The ghouls are gone.

He turns to you next. "Want a go?"

"It doesn't hurt...much."

Back away nervously:


Enter the booth:

Seeing the abandoned shack and not quite sure what she should do, Sulmanon watched with apprehension as some ghouls went in before her and disappeared. Unfortunately for her, her curiosity had always been a governing factor, so she decided to venture inside, even though it was against what her intuition was telling her.

Stepping inside, she continued down a dimly lit hall noting that it seemed to be bigger inside than it was on the outside, or was it that it was simply smaller on the outside? While pondering this, she reached a dead end. Inspecting the wall for any hidden doors, she suddenly heard a snap as the far door closed behind her and the lights flickered out. Yep, this was a bad idea.

Then she turned again and noticed that something was written on the wall in glow-in-the-dark ink: It's dangerous to go alone: take this. Not knowing what "this" is Sulmanon looked around and found three doors she had not noticed before.

Wondering what they could lead to, Sulmanon suddenly noticed a glint of something near her and saw a glow in the dark arrow pointing to a wire of some kind with a note attached. Reading it, Sulmanon thought to herself To where?, but then she suddenly felt something nibbling at her feet and dodged into the door on her right.

At the end of the hall her door led to there was a locked door. Realizing what the wire had to be fore, Sulmanon tried to pick the lock, but since she had never picked a lock before and was a little scared, she was unable to pick the lock.

Mayaa was screaming really loud.
Whether due to excitement or stuff biting her, it was hard to tell.
Though when she came to, she did notice some bite marks that weren't there. Good thing she had thick skin there.

This booth seemed far more...skeevy, and Elium was really not sure that he wanted to get in on this. A few uncertain steps wound up getting him shoved inside due to some outside interference from the crowd, and the plague eater froze as the door closed behind him, mouthing a silent 'oh' underneath his mask.
Well, there wasn't any going back, so--forward was the only direction.

He retrieved the wire with a puzzled look that quickly turned unsettled when the nibbling started, immediately making his way for the first door. Hell no, he wasn't going to be picky about this; that door was right there, and he wasn't going to go wander off and look for any other ones when it felt like his ankles were being eaten. That just seemed like an absolutely terrible unlife choice.
Unfortunately for him, Elium had some pretty terrible luck picking the lock.
At least the biting was gone.

Eachann wrestled with the lock attempting to escape the nibbles.

Being unable to unlock the door yet again he moved the the last door that was directly under the glowing paint.

This booth intrigued Monty especially since you couldn't see anything but the outside. He entered the booth and was quickly meat with nothing but darkness and a dead end. He could barely make out the words that glowed in front of him. He felt around and finally found the wire or whatever it was the arrow was pointing at. He unwrapped the paper but He could feel something biting at his feet and toes. " a what the hell is that?" he started to stomp around trying to get whatever it was away. He turned to his right and could really see much of anything but he could see enough to find the doorknob. He started to try and pick the lock. But within a few minutes Monty still hadn't got the lock opened and he slowly slid down the wall. The next thing he knew he was outside again, as he looked at his feet he could see all the little bite marks all over them. "Thats just wrong.... very wrong." He glared at the boil running this insane booth.