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"This is fantastic. Definitely worth all that paperwork."

Toki stands in the middle of an abandoned classroom, clutching her visitation pass. The place clearly belonged to the drama club - costumes are strewn around in states of disrepair, pieces of cloth are draped over tables, accessories and decorations of somewhat mediocre quality lay on the floor, gathering dust.

"I can't bring these back with me, so... let's just play dress-up!"





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Llyrendil peered around Toki's smaller frame, looking, not for the first time, as though he had just sort of wandered in accidentally and wasn't actually supposed to be there in the first place.

"Are we making ourselves look pretty?" he asked curiously, and reached for one of the flower crowns, examining it.

"This is pretty. I like this. You're very pretty as well," he informed the ghoul. "Are you going to wear all of these too?"

Anepou had a sudden brilliant idea after the photo. He coughed, just a little, and carefully removed the costume bits. "Perhaps you are right, I might have come down with something! I had best head to see the School Nurse, just to verify I am not contagious! I would hate to get you ill as well. I will go check with her quickly."

And with that, he left, trying not to look like he was fleeing from the potential poisons.

The massive bulk of Ulmuka literally swooped into the room and hit the floor with a heavy sound. The poltergeist effects were joined by his heavy booming and then a cackle of a laugh, "Oooohh ohooohoo.."

The owl man picked up a pair of black cat ears and mashed them into his large hair, "I like what you've, huh, done with the place!"

Muka's sharp teeth clacked as he looked around the room for any human snacks he may try.. or you know.. rodents.. something yummy.

"I was in the, heh, school play once.." It was a drama room after all.

Muka giggled as Petro approached and stepped forward to give the tikbalang a monstrously strong and enthusiastic handshake, as was his gentlemonsterly way.

"Well I'd hate to be, eheh, typecast!" His taloned hand rested on the round of his belly and tapped lightly on the gilded buttons of his waistcoat, "But I certainly will try out.."

He did so like to be involved.

He adjusted the cat ears on his head before glancing around, "I think I need, oho, a tail!"

Tanita quietly sneaked in, looking around in curiosity, her new passport carefully tucked away into her bag. She smiled to see little Toki here. "Toki, it is good to see you!" She called out, and strode towards the shorter girl. Tani had managed to find a pretty glittery gold necklace, and a matching bracelet, and smiled at the other girl... and gently tucked the bracelet on her... friend? Acquaintance?'s horn. "Here! I remember that you like shiny things, just like me. I got lucky and found some, so I shall share!" It was a rare thing, for the dragon girl to actually give away things of value, like real gold, and it was a sign that she actually quite liked Toki.

And she did. The smaller girl made Tanita smile in amusement, and want to be friends, so her rare generosity was displayed to the girl in a friendly fashion. Tanita just hoped she wouldn't ask why, because Tani wasn't entirely sure. She just knew Toki made her smile in amusement, and that the smaller girl triggered Tani's 'So adorable' response. It was an odd thing.

Tani looked around at the set up Toki had been creating, and her eyes widened. "Ohhh Costume Photos? Have you considered being a professional photographer when you graduate from the Academy, Toki? You're really good, and do such fun shots! I bet you could make a lot of money!" She wandered to the costumes, curiously, and picked up the Witch outfit, trying it on. She looked amused at the idea of a Dragon Witch.

The horse monster was still smiling when the ghoul introduced herself. There was no reason to be suspicious, right? Plus, she was a ghoul, and Petro always had been soft when it came to ghouls.

"Y're right, 'm a senior. Name's Petro. Most creeple call me Tro. If y' feel like callin' me that, y're free to do so," he said, accepting her hand to give it a strong, firm shake. He may not mean to be too firm with his grip.

At her offer of a photograph, he beamed, "Thank y'," and even readjusted the crown before asking"Do y' print y'r photos with ink? Or regular photo-water?" So the boil wasn't familiar with the terminology but he was genuine in his interest.

He doesn't flinch or resist at being dragged or photographed, though he did appear the slightest bit disappointed about the film being developed the usual way. But his smile was quick to return, no sense in being a downer to someone else's happiness.

"Nice," he beamed, "Y' ever need helping taking down some'v this stuff, y' can call me. Horse power's always good to have, yeah?"