Undead Things Are Fun Too!

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This felt a bit too weird for Pario's liking. Yes, he was now used to being around other people that enjoyed the same things as he did, but he had never expected those things to be the undead. Not just that, but the wonder and amazement that it brought. After making this group, it seems as if his entire view on death was altered that was for the best of course. Pario had made a lot of friends-though some of them creeped him out at first- and he really felt like there was a weird bond between all of them. But yes, now it was time to open their doors to new members, or to at least educate the people of Manta Carlos about their main topic.

Behind him, there are a small table that displayed different types of dead inspired food. Spaghetti and meatballs, chocolate cake with little sour gummy worms, a pail of eyeball chewing gum, red velvet cookies with raspberry icing on it; this was all bought by Pario, with the help of Som. The boy just hoped that the free food and knowledge would be enough to draw maybe just a few people in. Speaking of people; where were the other members?

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Makara was not a baker. He'd never baked in his life, and he couldn't actually read the instructions. Instead, he'd used some of the club funds to buy stuff for a bake sale. It wasn't the traditional way that a bake sale was done, but food was food, wasn't it?

"It was a good idea," Makara said to Pario, lingering just beside him. "Although I do worry it might frighten someone." Mostly young children. He supposed that simply existing was enough for him to frighten young children, so he really shouldn't be one to talk.

Makara fidgetted for a moment, glancing down at Pario hesitantly.

"Would it be helpful if I looked more like a ghost?" He certainly could. Being a ghost was his natural form, and even if he'd taken on a more fleshy appearance during the day, nothing was stopping him from giving it up, beyond the fact that he'd be stuck that way until the following morning.
 
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Braylar had never once approached the school in her admittedly short stay at the Island so far, but the droves of people flocking to it drew her in. If there was some sort of commotion, she wanted to be part of it. The few things she'd heard people say while following a particular group of citizens made it sound like. . .fun?

Perposterous. But just enough to peak her interest. Why turn down the chance for fun? It was one thing she hadn't had since being relocated.

Whatever was going on, the schoolyard was littered with displays of all sorts. Decorated tables and tents, people hawking their accomplishments or trying to recruit others to something called a "club". Schools was not a new concept to Braylar, but when she thought "school" she thought children sitting in a room being lectured.

Not. . .whatever this was.

Still, there was a certain allure. There were plenty of people showing off their amateurish art and musical talents. She was certain there would be some people to scout, maybe make friends with if it meant watching a talented person paint or play their instrument. But for now, a different sort of stand had drawn her attention.

A stand offering free food and a less than bright stand. No art or music to speak of, but free food was free food.

Water pooled at her feet as she stood before the table, scrutinizing the novel selections provided by those running the Undead stand. She picked up one of the eyeballs from a pail and studied it with disdain. Wrong texture, no give when she squeezed with her fingers, not moist enough. . . .

Braylar, a little affronted, turned to one of the members of the club and indicated to the so-called "eyeball" in her hand. As always, Braylar preferred walking around in public in her human glamour.

"This is not a real eyeball," she said. "Where are the real ones?"

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Oh, goodness gracious, Finnegan thought this was simply adorable. As an undead person, if a bit of an odd one, and necromancer himself, going out of his way to visit the undead club's setup for this year was a given. Once he'd strolled up, he looked at a platter of ghost shaped cookies, squishing his cheeks in delight. Finn took one and bit into it. Very creamy and fluffy, with a vanilla taste. "Mmm! S'good!" He gave a thumbs up.

After that, proper greetings were in order for his student and coworker. Finn grinned big and gave a salute, leaning against their table, posture loose. "Hello, you two! Mr. Runforton, Makara, lovely seeing you both, as always. How're things going here? You guys need any help with anything? Let me know!"

Then, a young lady approached. Finn smiled at her too, ever the bright Academy representative. He was about to offer another chipper welcome, but then, she made a rather… amusing comment. Finn raised an eyebrow, continuing to smile. He took one of the eyeballs himself, popping it in his mouth. "It's bubblegum," he noted, humming, laughing lightly. "This is all just for fun, and regular food for the sake of being inclusive."

"Flesh eater, I'm guessing?" he went on to say. "We don't currently have a club for that, though really, hm, it'd be beneficial. There's a local butcher shop that caters to that kind of need, though, and it's fully ethical." Started up by one of their old students! He was pretty darn proud. Everyone had to eat, no matter what diet they had.
 
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Ben was naturally around. Evcer since the day it decided to step out of its room and try 'socializing', Ben just could not get enough! As it so happens, Ben just now arrived at the table, excited as ever. Notably unclothed, apart from a pair of meatballs stuffed into the normally empty eye-sockets. "HI GUYS, I'M BACK!", it needlessly confirmed just a little bit unnecesarily loud. "Are we talking about meat again?!" Ben sighed and gave any fellow flesh-less individuals present a nod and a long, meatbally look.
 
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"I would hope that this doesn't frighten anyone!" He giggled, half expecting Makara to do the same after him. As he looked at the food, he only hoped that it would all be eaten up. No, it wasn't special or anything, but Pario was going to take that as a sign of their success. "I mean, I think that you look good just the way you are, I hope you know that." His words were just a bit too sincere, as he liked to flatter the man. "No need to scare them with you and the food."

Oh, what a delight it was to have Mr. Leighton at their stand. He was such a beauty, and he always seemed to treat people around him with care. "I'd say that everything is going rather well, thank you. It's still pretty slow, but I'm sure that as the day progresses, it will get better." Out of nowhere, it seemed that a girl came, beelining for the chewing gum.

He turned, observing the girl with great detail. Was she going to like it? It was nothing special, just a holder of cheap eyeball gums. It seemed though, that the girl thought exactly the same. "The... real eyeballs? Um... Well we didn't put any out in fear of having some of the small children getting scared. That's only chewing-" But the fancy man had answered her first. Then... Ben came. Pario flushed at his obvious appearance, rushing around until he found a table cloth for him to wear on him. "G-Glad you could make it."

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Ben grinned widely to hide its confusion. Blushing faces were always a bit tricky to read, in Ben's experience. While pretending to re-adjust the meatball eyes, Ben tried (unsuccessfully) to figure out why it had been given a tablecloth. The conclusion came: Ben was supposed to fetch another table and dress it with the table cloth! Of course! Ben nodded in incorrect understanding. "AH YES, we need more FOOD for the fleshlings! And we need more tables for the foodstuffs! I'm ON it, boss!" Ben rattled away with a sense of great purpose. It had been given another mission. TIME TO SHINE.
 
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Makara was dead. He'd been dead a long time. Even so, he was firmly on the ghost side of things, rather than the zombie side of things. He wasn't a flesh eater, and he hadn't actually eaten anything in several decades. He could, of course, but he never did. He didn't need to eat, and it seemed like a waste--taking food from other hungry mouths.

Not that anyone was actually going hungry on the island, but that didn't really matter to Makara.

"Mr. Leighton," Makara acknowledged, bowing slightly to Leighton. He knew of him, of course--they were coworkers--but he'd never gotten terribly close to the man, busy with his own duties while Leighton was so often out and about.

He squirmed a bit at Pario's comments before being firmly distracted by the meatball-eyed skeleton, blinking blankly for several moments before realizing what was going on.

"You should have..." Makara trailed off as Ben went off to fetch another table, letting out a little sigh. "I suppose it isn't terribly concerning that he doesn't have any clothes. Just a bit unusual." There was nothing really to see, anyway. Just bones, the same kind that anyone could see in a textbook.
 
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Her disdain was palpable and she made a disappointed sound before pocketing the gumball. It was at least a novelty she could appreciate, even if she would have preferred a real one. She didn't understand why they would cater to the lowest common denominator, but whatever they had to tell themselves at night.

Braylar kept hearing about this magical place where she could obtain the flesh she so loved to dine on but hadn't yet been able to glean its location. The last thing she cared about was how ethical it was.

Before she could ask, however, a very loud person approached the stand. She turned to glare at them, only to pause and stare for a moment.

Was that. . .a skeleton?

Her eyes widened in surprise and she barely had the wherewithal to hold her glamour together as she whirled around, almost knocking the table over as she leaned away, hands gripping the edge. She watched the exchange with growing disbelief.

Was this normal? Did skeletons roam free on this island? As a fae she was not close-minded to the idea of strange beings, but she was used to it being limited to other fae—pixies, fairies, elves, brownies, liches even. Even then, most liches she'd seen had some sort of flesh.

Or at least the common decency to wear clothes.

At some point, before the skeleton ran off to fetch another table for. . .reasons?. . .Braylar had the grace to recover from the startling revelation and straightened up, smoothing out her proverbial feathers. She had the overwhelming urge to stick her hand through its ribs to see if it was some trick, but it was at about that time that it scampered off.

"You will animate a skeleton but you won't serve real eyeballs?" she huffed, looking between the three with a scowl.

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